I trail my tongue along her cleavage. “You’re giving me that ass tonight.” I bite the top of her tit. “You hear me?”

She freezes and the disappointment in my chest feels like a brick.

There’s no doubt in my mind it’s Hayley now.

My innocent angel.

It took me almost six months of dating her exclusively before she gave it up…but I liked the chase.

However, things turned stale between us shortly after I took her virginity, and it became apparent we were on completely different playing fields.

She wanted it sweet and gentle while I…

Wanted to fuck.

Show her my scars.

But Hayley wasn’t interested in seeing them.

No one is.

Everyone in my life just wants the funny jokester who’s always there to make them feel better.

And I do it without protest…because I don’t want the people I give a shit about to abandon me.

Giving Hayley what she wants, I squeeze her tits gently even though I really want to flip her over, grab her hair, and feed her ass my dick from behind.

Make her bleed for me.

Burn her from the inside out so I leave my mark.

Ensure she’ll never forget me.

“More,” she rasps, her voice huskier and needier than I’ve ever heard it before.

I work my way up her body and crash my mouth against hers as she wraps those long legs around me.

Only they don’t seem quite as long as I remember.

The thought alone should be enough to stop me, but the way she’s kissing me…

Jesus fucking Christ.

This girl can’t get enough. It’s like she’s sucking my damn soul into her body.

The moment she nibbles my lower lip, whatever thread I was hanging on to snaps.

Our kiss turns messy and I shove my tongue inside her mouth, devouring her.

My hand goes to her throat, threatening to squeeze. “Turn around and spread that pussy so I can eat you.”

She opens her mouth, but I shove my tongue inside again, giving myself one more taste.

Her greedy tongue meets mine thrust for thrust, fighting for control.

She’s so different tonight—wicked, even, but I fucking love it.

Hell, I’m so hard right now I’m surprised my cock piercing doesn’t shoot across the room like a slingshot.

Maybe I was wrong to cheat on her with Crystal.

Maybe I was wrong to break her heart…even though letting her go was the right thing to do.

Maybe things can work out between us.

Maybe we had to break apart to find each other again.

Maybe…

“Oakley,” she whimpers.

Her voice feels like poison pumping through my system.

No.

When I open my eyes, my worst fears are confirmed.

Wicked indeed.

I jump off the bed like my balls are on fire.

And if Jace and Cole ever find out about this…hell, they might be.

I knew Bianca had been looking at me differently lately—like I’m her next goddamn victim—but I never thought she’d take it this far.

Shame courses through me like a boulder rolling downhill.

I almost fucked my best friends’ baby sister.

For fuck’s sake. She’s barely sixteen.

Grabbing my hoodie off the bed, I cover the erection poking through my boxers and turn on the light on the nightstand.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Bianca has the audacity to look offended as she throws the covers off, revealing the hot pink panties and bra barely covering her banging body.

Goddammit.

Biting my knuckle, I reach over and turn off the light, forcing my dick not to react to the sight of her.

Cute cuddly puppies and ugly nuns.

The stubborn brat flicks the light back on. “I live here, remember?”

“No,” I remind her, pointing to my front door. “You live out there.”

Actually, I’m pretty certain she resides in hell, but that’s beside the point.

I pay rent—not much, but it’s something—to live in her father’s guesthouse.

Not to be seduced by minors wearing hot pink panties that I want to tear off with my teeth.

Goddammit. Cute cuddly puppies and ugly nuns.

It’s bad enough I have to watch her go for her swims in her little bikinis every morning before she runs off to school, but sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night?

I never thought Bianca would do me dirty like that.

My dick throbs with need. Shit. Bad choice of words.

That’s when it dawns on me.

Bianca doesn’t do shit like this for no reason. There’s always a motive behind it.

Despite myself, I give her the benefit of the doubt because she’s never fucked with me before. Not like this.

“What kind of trouble are you in?”

She looks at me like I’ve sprouted another head. “Trouble? Why—”

“Because you’re blackmailing me.”

She blinks, like she doesn’t understand what I’m implying, before her lips twist into a malicious scowl. “Wow.” Slowly, she starts crawling over the bed, heading straight for me. “That’s what you really think?”

I grind my molars so hard I’m surprised they don’t turn to dust. “I know you, remember?”

“You’re right.” Before I can stop her, she runs her pink talons down my stomach. “But you’re forgetting something.”

Smacking her hand out of the way, I growl, “What’s that?”

She climbs out of my bed, backing me into the wall behind me. “You kissed me.” Irritation prickles my neck when her hand makes its way down my stomach again. “And by the looks of things, it appears you were enjoying our little make-out session. A lot.”

“You’re right…I was.” I wrap my hand around her wrist, halting her right before she grabs my junk. “Because I thought you were Hayley.”

I have no idea what to make of the expression on her face.

I can’t tell if she’s pissed, or genuinely hurt.

Who the fuck am I kidding? There’s a reason I dub her baby Satan.

Her gorgeous looks are every bit as lethal as she is.

Nothing about this wicked witch is genuine.

The sharp sting of her palm slapping my cheek has me biting back a groan.

Jace once joked that crazy bitches turned me on, and he wasn’t wrong. However, even I have my limits.

I’m about to tell her to leave, but like an animal that’s found its prey she rises on her tiptoes and slams her mouth against mine.

A second later the snake flicks her tongue.

I quickly come to my senses and push her away.

A little too hard because she falls back onto the bed.

The heated stare she gives me has me contemplating if it’s worth ruining my friendship with Jace and Cole.

Shitballs.

The fact that she would even put me in this position to begin with is fucked.

She knows I consider Jace and Cole my brothers. My family.

The little manipulating succubus.

Rage fills my veins as I tug her off the bed. “Get the fuck out.”

In the back of my mind, I know I’m probably being too rough with her, but she provoked the beast.

“You started it,” she seethes as I wrench her toward the door.

Under false pretenses.