The Darkest Temptation (Made 3) - Page 84

Nadia: Are you ignoring me because you’re jealous?

I ran a thumb across my jaw, not knowing what that felt like, but I improvised.

Me: Fuming. Can barely speak.

Nadia: You’re a jerk.

Me: I’m busy. Stop texting me.

Nadia: Busy doing what?

Me:

Nadia: ARGH!

I sat behind my desk and tried to get a clear head before breakfast. My gaze caught on a book on the desktop, and I picked it up. Paradise Lost, in which God won and D’yavol lost. A small smile appeared. I should make Mila read it to me while I fucked her.

nedovtipa

(n.) someone who can’t take a hint

I watched Ronan pour milk into his bowl of Fruit Loops. I didn’t know what was more bizarre: the fact he’d actually imported the American product, or the sight of his murderous, tattooed fingers lifting a spoonful of rainbow-colored cereal to his mouth.

When I continued to stare at him, his gaze lifted to mine, a charming brow rose, and then an animated crunch of cereal and teeth sounded. The sight was disarming, inflating a kernel of humor in my stomach, and my lips tingled at the reminder of his mouth on them. I crossed my thigh-high sock clad legs to que

ll the heat rising.

“Cat got your tongue, kotyonok?”

I feigned apathy at the ridiculous idiom, but inside, a nervous energy vibrated beneath my skin, flaring between yesterday’s humiliation and a heat too familiar to what I once felt for him.

“I have a headache,” I lied.

“You want to know the best remedy I’ve found for that?”

“Child sacrifice?”

“A good fuck.”

I knew that was coming, but his crude words still slid through my veins like hot water. “I’m not sure where I’d find that around here, so, please, point me in the right direction.”

“We’re not going to talk about how you grinded on my cock yesterday?”

A flush washed up my neck, but I still managed to pop the P on, “Nope.”

“A-plus on creativity, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

He chuckled, and after the soft laugh filled the corners of the room, he pushed the box of cereal and almond milk toward me.

“I’m not hungry,” I said.

His eyes narrowed. “Eat.”

I glared at him for a second but, knowing this wasn’t a battle I wanted to start, I acquiesced and poured a bowl, ignoring the stupid sensation that surfaced at the idea he still cared enough to force me to eat. My heart should be committed.

Frustrated with all these feelings, I decided to do the bare minimum and pick through the dry cereal with my fingers, eating one piece at a time and as slowly as possible. Holding his annoyed stare, I put a Fruit Loop in my mouth with a saucy crunch.

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