Awaken Me (The Jaded Series Book 4) by Alex Grayson Page B

myself.”
    My words come out deeper than before, and I know my eyes show hatred. I’m a bastard, and I know it. I’m a bastard for feeling resentment toward the people who care about me. It would destroy them if I purposely hurt myself. But I can’t help but feel it. I hate living like this. I’m tired and just want the pain to go away. But then again, I deserve to feel it.
    Her eyes mist, and I push away the pain in my stomach at the look. I know the reason she’s here. I probably could have talked my way out of having a babysitter had they not found the gun. Everyone knows I’ve never owned one because Anna was terrified of them. I do know how to use one though. Jaxon, Mac, and I used to target practice quite a bit. Anna was fine with that, as long as I didn’t have one in the house.
    “Nick,” she whispers in a broken voice that nearly has me soften toward her. I steel my resolve.
    “No, Chris.” I silence her protest by dropping my feet back to the floor with a loud thud. “Fuck, woman! Get a damn clue already. I don’t want you here. I haven’t from the beginning. Stop fucking pushing me.”
    Her mouth snaps shut and she fiddles with the blanket on her lap, her head bent. She has a look of defeat on her face, her eyes hurt. My words hurt her. Better to hurt her now, not when the pain will be ten times worse.
    Her throat bobs as she nods and turns back to the TV without another word.
    We sit in silence again for a while. I try to let the game on the TV distract me from the woman sitting next to me, but my eyes keep flickering to her. Her red hair is pulled into a braid that falls down her back. Strands have fallen from the hair tie and lie around her face. My eyes follow the line of her profile until they land on her full pink lips. They fascinate me. They look soft and glossy, like she just licked them. They tempt me to lean over and lay mine against them to see what they taste like. Would they taste the same as she smells? Vanilla and sugary. She has high cheekbones and her eyelashes are miles long, hiding her tantalizing green eyes.
    What is it about this woman that has me so fascinated?
    Her hands are still in her lap, twisting and turning the blanket. She’s not so distracted either. She’s very much aware of me right now, she’s just trying to hide it. The way she’s holding her body stiff is telltale.
    In an attempt to get my mind off the redheaded temptress, I pick up the book beside me. She spies the book in my hand and the look on her face is almost comical. Her eyes grow wide with panic, her brows go up, and she bites her bottom lip. Her hands jerk in her lap, like she wants to snatch it back from me, and her chest rises and falls rapidly with her heavy breathing.
    “Give that back!” she says forcefully.
    “Why?” I ask.
    “Because it’s mine.” Her cheeks turn pink as she looks at the book and then back at me.
    Curious as to why she’s acting this way, I flip the book over and see a guy with his shirt off, chest and arms covered in tattoos. His head is bent slightly but you can still see his eyes. They are a bright green and he has fangs with blood dripping out the corner of his mouth.
    What the fuck is this shit? Woman and their romance and paranormal fantasy shit. How in the hell can they think getting bitten by a vampire can be sexy? That shit would hurt.
    Crazy woman.
    I flip to the page she has dog-eared, and I swear I hear a groan from Chris. Ignoring her obvious discomfort, and now even more curious, I read the first few lines and instantly feel my dick grow in my jeans.
    She screams my name over and over again as I grip her hair in my fist and hammer my dick into her viselike pussy. I lean down and growl in her ear, “You want it harder, baby? You want me to tear that pussy up?”
    “Fuck yes,” she yells and bucks her hips against mine.
    I lean down and rest my chest against her back. Reaching around with my free hand, I wrap it around her throat and bring her head back,