Page 110 of Misted

“Nooo!” She draws in a dramatically deceptive voice and hits home on her phone screen. “I’m just studying the enemy lines, Hawky. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, remember?”

Leaning over, I place a hand on the table in front of her. “He has serious problems with us, so don’t get involved with him.”

“I’m not!” Her voice is defensive before she stuffs a mouthful of shrimp in her mouth. I shake my head and ascend the stairs. When I throw a look over my shoulder, she’s back to staring at her phone.

Here’s to hoping the lieutenant doesn’t become her newest fixation. I might actually feel sorry for him if he becomes Scar’s obsession.

That is, if he isn’t already.

The moment I open the bedroom’s door, a pillow is thrown in my face. I barely duck and it hits the wall.

The fuck?

Mist sits on the edge of the bed with her legs tucked on one side like an aristocratic lady. Her arms are crossed under her breasts while her fingers tap at her arms.

Her pointed gaze watches my every move as I close the door and step inside to loom over her sitting position.

I can feel her fired up energy surrounding me and engraving itself under my skin.

“Are you fucking her?” she snaps.

Scar was right. Mist is jealous.

I was always the possessive one, so I didn’t get to see her jealousy. I thought her snarky remarks about Scar were because she didn’t like her — not because she thought of her as competition.

“Her?” I play nonchalance.

“You know who I’m talking about.” Her cheeks become so red until her skin tone almost matches the colour of her hair.

“What if I am?”

She jerks up and jumps me in one graceful leap. With her hands on my shoulders, she wrestles me to the bed and I let her. I lie on my back, wincing at the wound, but pain is nothing compared to having her straddling my lap with her body all over mine.

A murderous shadow covers her features. “Don’t fuck with me, Hawk.”

My grip tightens around her hip until she hisses a breath. I forget how delicate she can be.

I’m so wound up with her, I want her to feel me with every touch. “How about Ink?”

Seeming taken aback, she blinks. “We’re only friends — as close to a friend as Ink can have.”

“So you never fucked him?”

“No.” She peeks at me through her eyelashes, cheeks tinting in crimson. “You ruined me for other men.”

The streak of possessiveness that hits me is too overpowering to let it slide away.

Until the end of my days, no other fucking man will ever put their hands on what’s mine.

“That’s not the point.” She hits my chest with a closed fist. “Are you fucking that psycho?”

“Scar is like a sister to me. The crazy kind.” I flip her over, ripping a squeal from her when I’m the one straddling her. “You’re the only woman I ever fucking wanted.”

The only woman who owned my heart and my soul.

I show her that through action instead of words. With every kiss and thrust and orgasm, I bring her to the madness that’s been brewing inside me for fifteen years.

I show her that no matter what she did in the past, I’m still the same fool who’s so entangled in her, it’s impossible for me to ever get out.