I'm sorry.
That was all he said before he bolted out the door, leaving me to wonder what I did wrong.
Since Bricks practically ran away from me, leaving me all hot and bothered, I felt like I needed to stay in the gym. I needed to work off this desire, try to exhaust my body so I didn't go hunt for Bricks to finish what he started.
I started to run through some fighting sequences on the mat, but my mind kept drifting. I tried to think about what I possibly did to make him so frightened. To leave the room like I had the plague. Then, because I was thinking about what we were doing, my body started to get hot again, and the cycle continued.
“Great, so now you are invading this space, too.” I turned my head and saw Dino leaning against the door frame in just shorts. His toned and tan body was on full display, and that did not help with my body's current state. If I wasn't going to get sex, then I damn well wanted to fight.
I stopped my drills and turned to face him. “What the fuck is your problem with me?” He stood up and walked a few paces.
“What makes you think I give a fuck about you?” his snarky voice gritted out, causing me to clench my teeth.
The laugh that busted from my mouth was cruel and sharp. “Are you kidding me? Okay, sure. I will let you play the dumb idiot if you want.”
He closed the distance between us as he stomped over to me, getting in my face. “What the fuck did you say?”
I got right up into his face, showing him no fear at the fact that he towered over me. “You heard me. You can't admit you have a problem with me, and that's a coward's way of handling himself.”
“Coward. Coward?!” he bellowed, and I just smirked at him like the evil villain I felt like.
His body was vibrating with rage, so much so I wanted to touch it, to see if it burned, but I kept my hands to myself as I motioned to the mat. “Or you could work out your shit with me like a fucking man.”
The air in the room stopped at my words, his eyes looking at the mat and then back at me. I could see the indecision in his eyes, like he thought just because I was a girl that he would do too much damage to me. That was amusing.
I sauntered over to the center of the mat, swaying my hips before I twirled around and caught his eyes watching it. I smiled, and he growled, his face morphing into anger as he knew I had caught him. I got into a fighting stance, stuck out my hand, and motioned for him to come at me. “Just remember, I am an assassin. I could easily kill you if I wanted to.”
That taunt shifted all of his hesitations away, and he stalked his way over to the other side of me, lifting up his hands. “Don't come crying to me if you get hurt, you hear? You asked for this.”
I grinned with all my teeth. “You make me cry? Don’t make me laugh.” Then we lunged for each other.
He immediately went for a right hook, so I dodged it by going underneath him, sliding behind him easily, and giving him a one-two punch in the kidneys. He growled as he whipped around, instantly going for a lunge with his left, and I kicked at his right leg, immediately causing him to take a knee.
I celebrated a little too early as my laugh was cut off as he tackled me from the waist to the ground. I let my body react as my legs wrapped around his chest, and I threw myself to the side, rolling us so that when I got up on my knees, he was underneath me.
My punches rained down on him as his forearms were lifted, protecting that angry face. He surprised me when he opened up, letting me hit him twice in the face before his hand struck out and grabbed me by my throat and threw me off him.
I recovered mid-air, landing on my feet as I slightly slid off the mat. He rose up slowly and menacingly, the air around him practically crackling with his anger, and I couldn't stop watching his body move. His muscles were so toned the groves were like major indents, his chest and back muscles ripped as he heaved out a labored breath.
You would think that guy throwing me off him violently wouldn't be so damn sexy, but it was. I liked it much more than I thought I would. It felt like the crashing violence of the tides when a storm hit. The overwhelming thrashing that the ocean put you through as it tumbled you underneath its unforgiving waves. I wanted more.
I wanted to see blood and then lick it off his skin, savoring the mark I had made. I didn't want this man to be sweet and kind to me. I wanted the dirty and raw. I wanted to drink down the pain so much that it turned into pleasure. Something must be wrong with me. It might be because my mommy doesn't love me. Who knows.
“I'm not going to be so nice anymore.” His threat lingered in the air as his purple eyes flashed neon for a second.
“I don't want you to. I want you to give me what you got. All that piss and vinegar in your veins must come out sometime.” That apparently put him over the edge, and he charged at me.
I had two options, try to dodge it or meet it. I knew I wanted to see it, to prove to him that I wasn't spooked that easily. That I had steel running through my veins, and no amount of his acid tongue would melt it.
At the last second, I saw an opening, and I lunged toward him, but instead of smashing into each other in the same manner, I jumped, wrapping my arms and legs around him as we collided. That brought him off balance as he stumbled around until he tried to smash my back into the wall.
I'll admit, it hurt. He did it again, lifting up his body and smashing mine against the brick wall, but I didn't let up. In fact, I circled my arms tighter as my shoulder went underneath his chin, and I tried to cut off his breathing.
He bellowed out, trying to use his own voice to build up his stamina as he started to get tired, but I wasn't having it. I smashed my lips to his, swallowing down that bellow like it was water. He stopped moving for a millisecond before he pressed me against the wall again and he kissed me back.
All that lust and desire from before came rushing back into my body, taking over my mind until I was only thinking of one thing. One thing that I wanted the most and was going to fucking get it this time.
I bit his lip hard, spilling the blood that I wanted before in a different way, and he moaned out. His hand fisted my hair, forcibly pulling my head back. Rage and violence were still working in his eyes, but so was lust. He wanted this. He wanted my body.
