Free My Sweet Demise (Demise #1) by Shana Vanterpool Page B

You’re making my day with all of these compliments.”
    “If you don’t stop smart-mouthing me I’m going to make you stop.” He sets my money down.
    “Did Samantha smart mouth you last night?” I push away from the table when he does, trying not to get nervous when he stands up and looms over me. “Or was she too busy screaming your name to form coherent words?”
    “Raina,” he threatens, “that mouth of yours needs punishing.”
    That strange attraction starts to crackle between us like lightning. “Then punish it,” I whisper, feeling a foreign sense of longing radiating throughout my entire body.
    He reaches over and grabs my chin, tilting my head back. His thumb trails over my bottom lip. He pulls it down a bit, wetting his thumb and my lip with my drool. I’m drooling. His touch can be felt all over my body, as if he’s trailing his fingers down my back, over my thighs, and between my legs.
    “I don’t think you’re ready for the kind of punishments I give out.” His thumb dips into my mouth and runs along my bottom teeth.
    I stare, silent, into his dark eyes as he enters my mouth. I know I should push him off, bite him, anything to free myself from his grip. I know all of this. But I don’t do it any of it.
    I open my mouth for him.
    His thumb pushes deeper and he drags it slowly over my tongue. “Suck, Raina.”
    A never-before-unearthed part of me takes over. She knows what to do. She closes my lips around his large thumb and sucks on him gently. He groans and rotates his thumb in my mouth, and then he pulls it out slowly. The sensation of him in my mouth makes heat flare between my legs. I grip the edge of my chair for support, ensnared by his black unfathomable eyes.
    “That shut you up, didn’t it?” His wet fingers grip my chin and he leans down. He kisses the corner of my mouth, not even my lips, and whispers in my ear. “Next time it won’t be my thumb.”
    Kent pops his finger into his mouth, eyes still trapping me as he tastes me. Then he walks away, calling over his shoulder. “Thanks for breakfast, wing-woman.”
    I let out a strangled breath as soon as I hear his bedroom door close. I am myself again. I am Raina O’Connor. A girl who doesn’t suck on thumbs or savor the taste of men in her mouth. I take a bite of food to wash his taste away, but it’s no use. Kent was inside of me.
    I smile and groan at the same time. I’ve never felt so…sexy? Naughty? Excited? I blush remembering the feeling of him in my mouth. I’ve never felt any of those things before. I remind myself there was a good reason for that. There’s a reason why I’ve kept men at a distance. It hasn’t proved me wrong yet and I mustn’t forget those reasons because Kent is immune to them.
    I dump our plates into the sink and then hide out in my room for the rest of the day, only relaxing once I hear Kent leave for school. He does so loudly, letting me know he’s gone. I wonder why he wants to notify me at all. I thought I was nothing but a wing-woman?
    What was I thinking sucking on his finger? I wasn’t thinking. That’s the problem. Giving myself no release whatsoever is starting to backfire. My body is searching for release anyway it can find it—through sexy men with obvious issues. I mean seriously, why are his eyes so damn magnetizing? James’s are pretty, but I don’t want to put his finger in my mouth. Or find out what he would put in my smart mouth the next time I use it.
    On my way out of the bathroom after getting ready for work, I pause and stare at Kent’s door. Why does he insist on bagging girls on the couch when he has a perfectly good bedroom?
    My curiosity is piqued.
    I risk opening his door. Light shines in through beige curtains, warming his bedroom in a golden haze. His king bed is made with comfortable-looking swaths of black sheets and white pillows. It smells like cologne, clean clothes, and citrus. I spy an orange candle by his bed and suspect that’s why. There isn’t