Page 45 of Raziel

She was lounging like a goddamn queen—legs crossed, her thick thigh exposed. Matteo hovered too close, grinning at some bullshit he’d whispered in her ear. She leaned in, touched his arm, and something in my chest snapped.

I cracked my neck.

Alessia materialized beside me, fingers curling around my bicep.

“I think Maya likes my cousin.”

I didn’t answer.

“She’s the kind of girl who needs attention,” Alessia mused. “That’s why I introduced them. Matteo likes girls like her.” She said it like I had asked her. Then she excused herself.

I watched Maya stand and head into the house.

I waited. Counted to ten. Then followed.

The hallway was empty. The sink ran behind the bathroom door.

It opened.

Maya stepped out of the bathroom, still smirking like she’d won something.

“You looking for me, Ra?”

My dick throbbed at the nickname. Fuck.

I grabbed her wrist, hauled her into the nearest room, and kicked the door shut.

“What the hell is your game?” I snarled, backing her against the wall.

She shoved me off. “I was having a conversation—”

“You were fucking him with your eyes.”

“Oh, you’re jealous?” Her laugh was sharp as broken glass. “All it takes is me smiling at another man? Guess I’ll do it more often.”

I crowded her, knuckles white. “You’re pushing me.”

“You let me.” She held my stare. “You don’t want to like me, but you don’t want anyone else to either. What happens when I stop waiting?”

I saw red.

My hand shot out, gripping her throat—just enough to feel her pulse hammering.

Maya’s breath hitched. Then she smirked. “Squeeze tighter. You know I like it rough.”

Her tongue wet her lips. She curled her fingers around my wrist and dropped her head back. Daring me.

“Do it,” she whispered.

I released her like she’d burned me.

She rubbed her neck, grinning. “That’s what I thought.” Then her eyes dropped to my belt. “That made you hard, Ra. Your hands around my neck.”

She eased her dress up her thighs, black lace peeking. “You can fuck me.”

Every part of me wanted to. Hated how much.

I grabbed her. Spun her. She hit the dresser with a thud, palms slapping wood. She arched her back, ass in the air like she’d been waiting for it.