“You fucking psychopath!” she yells over the thunderous rain.
“You messy, chaotic bitch,” I reply cruelly, and it immediately reignites that fire in her gaze. She might be pushed to pull the trigger this time, and it only furthers my excitement. If I die at the hands of this woman, it’s not a bad end. In fact, as of late, I feel like it might be the only way I’d like to go out at all.
“I told you to stay away from me!”
“And I told you, wherever you go, I’ll chase you. It’s you who’s setting the tone of this game,Cattivella.”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” she screams, and I can’t tell anymore if it’s just rain or if tears have begun to streak her cheeks. Maybe my little vixen has finally snapped.
Black mascara runs down her face, and I love that her inner chaos is coming to the surface.
A perfect little princess breaking apart—and only for me to see. Because there’s no way in fucking hell I’d let anyone else watch her be so vulnerable.
“Tell me you didn’t kill that guy in there!”
I risk glancing away, irritated that she’s taking the thrill away by talking about another man. “I’d suggest you don’t talk about another guy while I’m rock hard for you. I told you there were consequences. No other man, orwoman for that matter, is to touch you. Your body is only for me to explore. It’s time I show you the truth of my words and the real me.” I take a step forward, and the gun goes off, and pain explodes in my leg.
The burning sensation begins, and I grin as I look down at my thigh, blood welling and leaking from the wound. It’s delicious.
“Love bites turn me on, sweetheart,” I growl, my cock fully rising to attention.
“Why are you doing this to me? Why won’t you leave me alone?” she screams over the pelting rain.
I take another step, and she fires again, this time missing, and the bark on the tree beside me explodes. I don’t know if she’s a good shot or a bad one, but one thing I’m certain of is that my woman is full of surprises.
I take another two steps, and her breathing comes in and out like a rabid dog being caged. She then lines the gun up with my head.
“I’m serious, Dante. Stay the fuck away from me, or I’ll do it.” She licks her lips and rocks back on her heels.
“Of that much I’m sure. I don’t doubt the fact that you’re capable of pulling the trigger and putting a bullet through my head, my love,” I say, taking another two steps so the tip of the gun kisses my forehead. It exhilarates me, staring into her devastatingly beautiful light-brown eyes. The rapid movement, the uncertainty—how terrified she is to let me in.
This is the thrill of the hunt, forcing her into submission. And if not, I’m honored to be the first kill she ever makes.
“Why are you so persistent?” Her bottom lip trembles.
“Because both of us can’t be a coward,Cattivella. You might be good at running away from things, but I’m certainly good at obtaining my prey. This is as much a game as it is a claiming. I’ve told you already, you’re mine. It’s rather simple, really. You either let me mark every inch of you now, and forsake every other person who might even look at you twice in this lifetime, or you put a bullet into my brain. I’m fine with either.”
“You’re crazy,” she says again.
I chuckle. “Very. But I’ll also make sure nothing hurts you. I’ll give you anything you want, if only you’re willing to lower the weapon and let me into that beautiful, chaotic mind of yours.”
I bring my hand up, wrapping my fingers around the gun, and slowly point it away from my face. She still seems unsure as we stare at one another.
“I’m a mess,” she chokes out.
“You’re perfect,” I say, stepping forward and pulling her to me by the waist. “To me. For me. And only me,” I growl. The moment I decided this, there was no coming out of it for her. She never had a choice.
I grab her by the throat, thinking of all the times I let her use me. All the times she used my cock and body to help her forget. But tonight I will make sure she'll never forget. I want to be her undoing as much as she is mine.
For the first time, I feel like nothing comes between us. Not my expectation to use her against my brother. And neither of us pretending to be something that we’re not, only the beautiful disasters we were innately born to be.
Her gaze is uncertain. She looks scared, but I know it’s not of me. No, not with the way her pulse quickens and her hungry little cunt rubs against me. She’s scared of anyone getting close enough to see the ugliness and truth of who she is. Now it’s her turn to lower the mask.
I grab her gently by the throat and force my lips against hers.
We’re not playing on her terms anymore. No kissing, my ass.
She opens for me, and I shove my tongue inside, taking everything from her as I lift the denim skirt over her hips and shove her against the closest tree.
