Hockey Brother's Obsession
“I said get on your knees.”
I finally get my voice back, and I scream as loud as I can, shrill and piercing.
Cicero just stands there staring at me, looking quite intrigued and amused as I scream, one of his hands tightened on my hair.
Once I stop, he starts laughing. It’s the type of laughter that gets his shoulders and entire body shaking.
When he stops, he looks at me, his face angelic and sweet instead of demonic because he’s obviously a demon.
The sides of his eyes crinkle from laughter. “You’re such a bad girl for screaming,” he says, surprisingly releasing his hold on my hair. “You want to go?” he asks.