DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 66 - Keep You Safe

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"Asher is kind to me," Jennie said in a lowered voice.

Her eyes briefly glanced at his lips. She remembered he didn't kiss her upon the mouth that night as well. Instead, his face was buried upon her neck, sucking, licking, and nibbling until a love bite formed.

"He is useless."

Lisa glanced at her. Her hair was sprawled out, her dress slipping lower to reveal half of her breast. When she breathed, her chest raised and fell with it. She was a mesmerizing sight to behold.

"He's my friend," she interjected.

Lisa pressed his lips together. His hands were on either side of her head, so that he didn't crush her with his weight. He lowered his tent upon her, watching as her face instantly flushed. He pressed her onto the bed, refusing to let her leave until she said yes.

"He was unable to save you from me," he noted.

Jennie's brows wrung together. She reached up and gingerly touched his jawline with both hands.

Lisa was surprised by the initiative. But he lowered his head anyway, wanting more of her touch. They were feather soft and always hesitant. It felt like her caress would disappear without a moment's notice. It forced him to cherish her touch even more.

"That's not true. I willingly came to you," she pointed out.

Lisa's lips curled into a smirk. Did his coercion sound like she willingly came to him? What about his threats of withholding her necklace? Her brain worked in a funny way.

"You see too much good in me," he said. "None of which exists."

"No," she responded. "I see more evil than good, but I chose to focus on the latter."

Lisa laughed. She shivered.

"I mean it, Lisa," Jennie said with determination.

He flashed her a sardonic look and arrogant smirk. He was doubtful of her intentions. Even Lisa didn't believe the good in himself. There were not many, but there were still some left.

She frowned a bit. "I truly believe it, Lisa."

"I don't doubt you believe it," Lisa dryly said.

Lisa slowly shook his head in amusement. Her eyes were wide with urgency, her lips parted. With his sarcasm, her lips pulled into a slight pout. He leaned down, knowing a way to get rid of her sullen expression.

"Don't pout, my sweet," Lisa murmured. He curled a finger under her chin and stared deeply into her eyes. They were just a breath apart, his chest slightly brushing upon hers.

"Unless you intend to act on your tantrum," he softly said.

Jennie's stomach churned when his thumb pressed upon her bottom lip. There was a hungry look in his burning gaze as if he couldn't wait to devour her. Her breath hitched when he kissed the corner of her mouth. The collar of his unbuttoned shirt tickled her neck.

"White is a lovely color on you," Lisa suddenly noted.

Jennie's voice was caught in her throat. His lips had traveled towards her jawline. He pressed open-mouth kisses down the side of her neck. She jolted when he reached a sensitive spot. She felt the curl of his lips on her skin when he deviously smirked.

"Is it this spot, my sweet?" Lisa teased, just as his hand traveled from her chin down the side of her body. His calloused hands, large and firm, gripped upon her hips, squeezing it.