Free The Devil She Knows by Kira Sinclair Page A

here. And if you ever grab me like that again I’m going to knee your nuts up into your throat first and ask questions later. Understand?”
    Levi met Willow’s glare and sized up Dev straining behind her. Apparently deciding that leaving held merit, he nodded and slipped away.
    Willow waited until he was safely inside the diner before she turned on Dev.
    “What were you thinking?”
    “That you were in trouble and someone needed to help you.”
    A sound of frustration buzzed through Willow’s chest. God save her from men.
    “I didn’t need any help. I was handling it.”
    The urge to wipe the skeptical expression off his face was strong, but somehow she found the strength to deny it. Just.
    “Please, little girl, you’re barely strong enough to swat a fly, let alone knock some sense into that Neanderthal.”
    Little girl. God, she hated when he called her that. It had always made her feel awkward and out of her element...although everything about Wick had made her feel out of her element. She might have deserved the nickname he’d delighted in throwing in her face then, but now...
    Her teeth ground together beneath the weight of her anger. Her elbow flashed out. “I’m no little girl. Not anymore.”
    Unfortunately, she didn’t find a target. The damn man was fast. Before she realized what was happening the world was spinning. Shadows surrounded them, blocking out the streetlights and weak moonlight. Her back collided with something solid and her wrists were pinned above her.
    Willow blinked, trying to get her bearings. They were in the alley. Her mouth opened, air whistling past dry lips as she pulled oxygen into her lungs.
    A block away were people and lights. Laughter and conversation. But here, in the dark with Dev, it felt as if they were utterly alone. Separate from everyone and everything. She thought maybe she should feel afraid, but she didn’t. Instead, an unwanted thrill raced across her skin.
    “Trust me, I’m fully aware that you’re all woman.” Dev’s voice was silky, smooth and deadly. Her body reacted, pulsing to life at nothing more than the appreciation in his tone.
    How could he make her feel this way with nothing more than a few well-chosen words? Wanted. Excited. Alive.
    It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel that way.
    Why did Devlin Warwick have to be the man to set her on fire? If any other guy made her burn the way Dev did, she’d give in and enjoy whatever he had in mind.
    But Dev was the man holding her wrists above her head. She flexed her hands, testing whether or not he was satisfied with the point he was trying to make. But he didn’t let her go. Instead, the band of his fingers tightened a little more.
    A wicked glint flashed through his midnight eyes. The only place he touched her was her wrists, but that didn’t seem to matter. She could feel him. The heat. The intent. A pulsing need that snapped between them, electricity just waiting for the circuit to close and shock them both.
    “How are you going to get out of this one, angel?” His voice drawled with lazy curiosity, but something told her it was all an act. She didn’t have to touch him to know his muscles were taut with anticipation.
    And all she had to do was look down to know that he was just as turned on as she was. Not even the dark shadows could hide the major hard-on straining against the fly of his jeans. They looked soft and worn, as though, with the right pressure, the material might just rip open and show her everything hidden beneath.
    Unconsciously, Willow’s tongue darted out to pass across her dry lips.
    He groaned. His eyelids slid down but couldn’t quite hide the glitter of need behind them.
    She was doing that to him. He wanted her. The baddest bad boy she’d ever met, the legendary lover who’d rocked her world and given her the best orgasm of her life, was standing in front of her, hard and throbbing because he wanted to touch her. Touch. Her.
    The realization was heady.