“Nope.” I held her firm. “It did, it really did do something, what the hell was in that shot, Tempest?” I could hold her down. I could drink from her. I could strip her naked and pound so hard into her that she’d see stars. God that would be warm, it would feel so good.
Tempest froze. “You’re kidding.”
My skin felt hot all over, and no amount of deep breathing was stopping my elevated heart rate.
“Seriously, Tempest. I’m sweating. My teeth feel turned on. Touch me. Touch me. Please.”
She shoved at me, half-laughing, half-horrified. “You’ve lost your mind!”
“No,” I groaned. “You gave me something. Aphrodisiac. Or black magic. Maybe both. Help me before I hump the marble floor.” Now that was an idea.
Another knock sounded.Go away!
I groaned again, arms still locked around her. “If I answer the door with a boner I swear on all things sacred?—”
She slapped a hand over my mouth. “Shut up.”
Her eyes burned with amusement…and something darker.
“Too late,” I said under my breath. “You’re already touching me.”
10
TEMPEST
The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil. — Hannah Arendt
Okay, wasn’t expecting that. An expression of pure lust crossed Louis’s features. What the hell sort of game was Cassian playing at? Did he know what he’d left would affect Louis this way? Louis suddenly groaned and stumbled back. “S-sorry. Sorry. I just…” He shook his head. “Tie me up, you need to tie me up.”
“So you don’t kiss me?”
His eyes blazed with fury. “Kiss you? The last thing on my mind is being tender and wasting time with a kiss.” He clenched his teeth. “You’d be lucky if any of your clothes stayed intact.” He swayed and then squeezed his eyes shut. “Hurts. It hurts. The hell would he put something like this in here?”
“Control.” I fished for my phone. “Of your baser instincts, I’m assuming. You’re doing great, though!’
“Was that a joke?” he hissed. “Are you joking right now? Have you ever had a dick so hard you could use it as a hammer?”
I made a face. “Yeah, I’m going to have to say no.”
“You know what I mean.” He rubbed down the front of his trousers, hands shaking. “This is bad. I can’t—” His breath came out in an exhale of curses. “Like I said, tie me up.”
“It’s a trick.” I pointed my phone at him. “You just want me to get close, I’m not tying you up.”
He reached for the gun in the back of his pants and set it on the counter. “Shoot me. Please.”
“I’m not shooting you!” I shrieked. “What do you think my dad would say?”
Louis laughed hysterically. “Oh, I don’t know, good job? He’d probably buy you a sports car!”
I huffed out an almost laugh. “True.”
“So do it!” He clutched the edge of the countertop with his fingertips. “Tie me up, shoot me, I don’t care if you get stabby, just give me something else to focus on because this is the worst out of all of them and you’re you!”
“Me? What did I do?”
“Other than this?” He pointed at himself. “You’re beautiful. You exist. Plain and simple. It’s biology, Tempest,” he snapped. “I’m aroused. I’ve been given God knows how much of some drug that feels ten times stronger than ecstasy—don’t ask—and then there’s you. You’re… you.”
His heated gaze dragged over me, slow and unashamed.