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11 | Devilish Grins

The Devil will see you now.

The smile of the devil was on his face. A dark juxtaposition to the look in his eyes. His mouth shifted, closing over his teeth as he straightened his broad shoulders.

I hadn't seen Liam O'Donnell since that fateful day when he told me I'd be working at MPD. Even now, the look of glee that came across his face gave me nightmares. It has been years and the man still looks the same: handsome, pompous, and most importantly of all, dangerous.

During our time together, we not only worked out a business deal - we also learned about each other. Liam O'Donnell sported a proud Irish last name, but his skin was always evenly tanned. He was tall and lean, but had wide shoulders that tapped to a narrow waist. I'd never seen a man quite like him, taking from both his Irish father and his Greek mother.

Each side of his head was shaved short, nearly to his skull, exposing the monochromatic falcon tattoo on the left side of his head and the 3d snake mid-strike on the right. His hair was a radiant burst of rich auburn, long in the center, and gelled straight back. With a jawline sharp enough to cut granite, high cheekbones and cognac eyes, the man was a sight to behold.

He was dressed to impress in a black dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a black wool vest. More tattoos peaked underneath his shirt sleeves. They twisted and coiled up his muscular arms, fashioned out of shades of black and grey. Obviously the artist was very talented and Liam had a liking for portraiture.

Oddly, his tie was blood red and shimmered like silk. His dark shoes gleamed like his slicked back hair. A watch winked from his wrist, the face matching the bright color of his tie.

Standing underneath the dull glow of the low light, Liam crossed his arms and ignored the man calling his name to approach me. Lust dilated his wild eyes, pushing the dark pupils until almost none of his iris showed through. The rhythmic clicking of his shoes echoed in my ears, stalling the rapid increase of my heart beat.

His smile stretched wider as he saw Andres stretched between my legs. "I see you've fit right in here." He dug his hands deep into his pockets and stopped, dragging his gaze down my front like a ravenous animal.

Scowling, I eyed him. "And it looks like you're still a horses' ass."

Laughing, he turned to nod at Carter. "I've got next."

Andres stopped tonguing me, abruptly yanking his fingers out of me. I winced slightly at the loss. Throwing his weight forward, he stood, towering over Liam easily. "Next what, errand boy?"

Liam stepped closer to him, the smile wiped off his handsome face. "The next tongue inside your obsession's pussy. I'm guessing she tastes even better than she looks." An inviting smile twitched to life on his mouth, but disappeared just as quickly under the swipe of his tongue across his pink lips. Deliberately stepping closer, he raised his head to challenge Andres' angry gaze with one of mirth. "She's a TouchNode and last I checked, I am a guest at this party. Free to Touch," he eyed me again, "every one of her Nodes."

"She is a TouchNode, Liam," Andres agreed, "and until she's released, she's fair game." Leaning towards him, Andre lowered his voice to a deadly whisper, "but the second she is released - you ever even so much as glance in her direction and I will end you."

"Oh, Andres," Liam grinned boyishly, "you're assuming she won't be in my bed instead of yours... tsk, tsk, tsk..." The asshole was laying it on thick. "And she's got a history with me too, we've got secrets. Ain't that right, sweetheart?"

Like lightning Andres' hand shot out and gripped Liam around the thick column of his throat. A laugh escaped the choking man, and he raised his arms in mock surrender.