I got part of my message across.
Matteo De Leon is a dead man.
FOURTEEN
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My safe spacedoesn’t feel like one anymore whenheenters. The soft click of my bedroom door only proves this is going to be a mentally taxing conversation. But I’d rather do it now, hoping he leaves to cool off, before I can climb into bed and plan my next move.
I pivot on my heel, locating Cairo right in my space, causing me to step backward from him, but his palm shoots out, and my ass hits the edge of my mattress with a slightly agitated bounce.
He’s on top of me in the next second, knees digging into the soft surface on either side of my hips and leaving me in a somewhat helpless and shitty position.
But when his lips crash violently into mine, it’s a reminder I finally pushed the silent, mysterious Forsaken boy into a full-blown fit of rage.
He doesn’t need words. Cairo is all about looks of disdain and actions.
I was warned about this.
Even with my zero fucks, I still pushed. He warned me of the consequences and now all bets are off.
His long fingers dip into the waistband of my shorts and begin mercilessly yanking the material over my hips. Cairo’s tongue demands entrance into my mouth, soliciting control of me.
“Sinatra,” I croon, between his fight for dominance and my pride of never giving in. “You’re not?—”
“Shut the fuck up,” he grinds out, biting on my lower lip in a show of his temper. “I’ve told you. I’ve told you athousandfucking times by now.”
My palms find his chest, and I push a little to stop his assault on my mouth. “If you’ve got something to say?—”
“Howmany times do I need to tell you tostopfucking around?”
Well, someone’s mad.
Long pieces of hair carelessly dangle over my forehead as his dark eyes bore a heated glower at me, and I’m torn between being sorry I pissed him off and sorry I didn’t kill Matteo.
Sure, he’d still bitch at me. But at least he wouldn’t have to worry about me having to do it anymore.
“There’s no magic number,” I reply honestly. “Just when I feel like it.”
His long fingers wrap around my jaw, causing my lips to part but it’s more than likely for him to keep me from uttering another reckless word.
“Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making me want to go to extremes to keep you safe?”
My brows knit because while that’s chivalrous and shit… “This isn’t your fight, Sinatra.” My teeth scrape against the inside of my mouth as I speak, but it reminds me of the pain I’m ready to endure just to get my hands on my ex. “You don’t have to play superhero?—”
“You’re fuckingpregnant,” he clips out, through pinned eyebrows. “You’renotgoing to lose that baby because you’re too busy staying tunnel-visioned on that asshole. You could’ve been killed. You’re notthinkingright.”
I’m not fucking pregnant. Can you imagine?
His jaw sets. I’m clearly not picking up the message he’s putting down here because I won’t accept it.
I won’tallowit to be a thing.
“This endsnow.”
“This ends when he’sdead,” I shoot back as Cairo’s nostrils flare. “If you’d just?—”
“I’d give youanythingif you’d give me a fucking minute to do it for you.Fuck.” His grip loosens and a deep frown casts over his features.
