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There was a horned letter S below her ear. Exactly like the one Darien and the other Devils wore. If she didn’t know any better, she would think it was the real thing.

“Do you like it?” The way he was smiling at her in the reflection was the most adorable thing she had ever seen.

An answering grin spread across her face. “I love it.” Tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear, she hovered her fingertips over the tattoo, being careful not to touch it. “Where did you get this?”

“Kyle made it.”

“He does press-on tattoos?”

“He does now.” He came up behind her on the bed and pushed her hair to one shoulder, fingertips trailing across her nape. The sensation sent a rush of heat down her spine. Lowering his mouth to her neck, he murmured against her skin, “I had to bully him a little bit.”

Loren shivered at the feel of his mouth. “That’s not very nice.” Her thighs inched together, heat pulsing between them. Weeks had passed, and she still hadn’t stopped wanting him, not even when her whole body ached from the things he did to her in the hushed hours of the night.

And the hours he stole during daylight, too.

Darien’s breath tickled her skin as he whispered, “I’m not a nice person, baby.”

“That’s only what you want people to believe.” She felt him smile against her neck. “Did he make you more than one?”

“Yes. But you’ll never guess where I put them.”

Loren’s eyes flicked to the nightstand. “They’re in that top drawer, aren’t they?”

“Shh.”

Loren laughed. “I still can’t have a real one?”

That adorable smile of his shifted into a frown. “Not tonight. Or any night, if I can help it.” He kissed the side of her neck, his breath raising a new prickle on her skin.

She turned her head to look at him, her stare accusing. He was so close, she could see every shade of blue in his eyes, every eyelash. “You really don’t want to change your name to the Eight Devils, do you?”

He smiled. “Definitely not.” He grabbed her by the chin and locked his lips with hers. The passion behind the kiss made her heart and stomach flutter to the same song. When he pulled away, he stayed close, his lips grazing hers. “You’re better than that anyway, Loren. Better than Devils. Better than…than me.” Another kiss swallowed the words she was trying to say.

When she managed to break the kiss, she panted, “Why would you say that? I am not too good for you.”

He smiled. “No?”

“No!”

“I love it when you get angry with me.”

Planting a hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her onto her stomach, and she fell to the mattress with an “Oof!”

He bent over her, his hair tickling the small of her back. He moved lower…and lower…

She was about to ask him what he was doing when he yanked her pajama shorts down with one firm tug. And then—

And then she felt his teeth dig into her ass cheek.

Loren gasped in shock. “You just bit me!” she exclaimed, turning her head to glare at him.

Darien smiled up at her. “Did you like it?”

The question made her squirm, the hair that hung in her face swaying like a curtain of light. “I didn’t mind it,” she admitted quietly.

“I’ve wanted to do that since that night in the dining room.” The memory he spoke of warmed her whole body. Especially when Darien added, his voice a low rumble, “Told you everything is enjoyable if I’m the one doing it.”

And then Darien was raising her hips up slightly, one of his hands under her stomach. He pushed her knees apart with one of his own, opening her up to him, keeping her breasts flat against the bed. She felt fully exposed but very turned on as he drank in the sight of her with a hungry gaze. The way his tongue glided across his upper lip was very distracting, and it made the pulse between her legs turn into a throbbing need, the force of it impossible to ignore.