The Taste Of Revenge (War of Sins Book 1)

Noelle

'Aren't you done?' he asks as I spot yet another store I want to check out.

'No. And you promised Cisco you'd accompany me everywhere,' I stick out my tongue at him, dragging him with me towards the store.

After the car ride, he's been brooding all day while keeping a small distance from me. And as I'd taken him from store to store to try clothes on, he'd tried to stay aloof and not engage in conversation with me.

A smile pulls at my lips as I realize that my plan might be working after all. He obviously feels lust for me, no matter how much he'd like to pretend it's not true. His body language doesn't lie. He's almost constantly trying to adjust his erection in my presence. A blush envelops my cheeks at the thought, because I've been watching him—specifically that part of him—a little too closely.

But there's also his gaze that seems to become captivated by every bit of bare skin I show—fact that only imbues me with more confidence for my next step.

We go inside the store, and after picking a few items I motion him towards the changing rooms, asking him to wait outside.

Every time I change into an albeit sexy outfit, I exit the changing room and I ask for his feedback. Every time, though, he gives me a half-assed ok as he looks sideways, barely glancing at me.

'Rafaelo!' I call him out when I see he's looking behind me instead of at me.

'Didn't you get enough clothes? Let's pay and go home already,' he rolls his eyes at me, but still avoids my gaze.

'You're really boorish, you know,' I shake my head at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

I'd specifically gone for a latex dress that molds to my body in hopes of getting a reaction. Well...maybe I should cut my losses since this doesn't seem to work particularly well.

'And you look like a stripper,' he snaps, finally glancing at me. 'Where the hell would you even wear that?' He asks, incensed.

Getting up, he comes closer to me, his nostrils flared as he peruses my body.

'Go change and let's go. You're not getting that,' he states resolutely, all but shoving me inside the changing room.

'I am,' I counter. 'I happen to like it.'

'You like looking like a stripper?' He raises a brow, his voice low and dangerous.

His deep tone never fails to send a shiver down my back, his timbre making my entire body erupt in goosebumps.

'What if I do? They get paid for it, you know?' I retort cheekily, pushing him out before closing the door to the changing room and taking the dress off.

I take a little more time to calm myself before I get out, noting that Raf's in a sour mood as he taps his foot restlessly, looking at me as if he'd like nothing more than to commit murder.

Pushing my chin up, I pass by him, ignoring his silent tantrum and going to the till to pay.

He doesn't say anything as he follows closely. But the moment we are out of the store, he snatches the bag from my hand, pivoting on his heel and heading straight for the trash can.

His intention registers a little late.

'No,' I run after him, making it just in time to see my bag of clothes hit the bottom of the bin. 'What's wrong with you?' I snap at him, my hands balled into fists.

Bending, I don't care if he gets a full view of my ass as I try to retrieve my shopping bag.

A masculine groan alerts me to the fact that he is in fact getting a full view of my ass, and for a moment I have to wonder if he's staring at it. Without even thinking, I wiggle my hips, making sure he gets a full show. Grabbing the edge of the bag, I remain bent over the bin.