“How much have you had to drink?” I look around, noticing the other empty bottles lying around. Who knows how old they are. My eyes go back to her.
Taking a few more steps backward, she pulls the bottle from her lips. Gasping, she rubs her chin before dropping the bottle to her side. “You”—she points the bottle at me—“are a problem.”
“I take that as a compliment.” I smirk at her.
Spinning around, she gives me her back, and my eyes fall to her perfectly round ass covered in her fishnet tights. The leotard doesn’t cover much more than a thong does, and I imagine ripping it off her.
“Kash,” she growls.
“Angel,” I say.
“Fuck me.” Her tone is clearly pissed, but the invitation is there.
“That’s my plan.”
Turning back to face me, she bares her teeth, tosses up the bottle, and swings the mallet at it. Glass shatters and what liquor was left splatters across the room, getting in her hair and on her clothes.
I reach down, grab my bag, and walk over to her, deciding now is a good time to show her there are other ways to let out aggression.
“What are you really doing here, Kash?” she demands. “You here to fuck? You want sex? Go get it from a whore. I’m sure you’ve got several lined up.”
I ignore her. “I came to play with you.” I toss my bag onto the wooden table. I rip the mallet from her hand and toss it on there too. “Turn around,” I order, getting a better look at her.
She’s got her bottle-green eyes lined with thick black liner on the top and bottom. It makes them look bigger.
Her hard eyes hold mine. I let her have the inner battle with herself—should she fight me, make me force her, or should she just give in?
I smile when she turns around. I unzip my bag and grab what I need, then brush her long curls off her back and out of my way to rest over her shoulder. “Hands behind your back.”
She crosses them at the wrists, and I slide the black leather belt around her upper arms and tighten it in place. Then I place another shorter one around her forearms before I turn her to face me.
She lifts her chin. “What’s the matter, Kashton? Afraid I’m going to hurt you?” Her pretty green eyes glance around the basement before they find mine again. “I don’t have any sedatives on me at the moment. Feel free to search me if you want.”
I reach up and run my thumb over her red-painted lips. “You can do whatever you want to me, angel,” I tell her honestly.
She swallows at my confession. I’ve waited my whole life for this woman—the one I’d die for. The one who makes it all worth it.
“Make Me (Cry)” by Noah Cyrus and Labrinth fills the room, and I drop my hand, picking up a broken piece of glass stuck to her alcohol-covered chest. “You should pick a new hobby. One less…hazardous. May I suggest knitting? At the very least, you should wear face protection.”
She graces me with a white-toothed smile. It’s condescending and abso-fucking-lutely adorable. “I’ve bled before, Kash, and I’m still alive.” Then she leans forward, sticks out her tongue, and slowly licks the whiskey off the thick piece of glass that I hold between my fingers…all while her eyes hold mine.
I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but she’s just proved me wrong. Although I know it’s a front. She’s fucking with me. After I’m done with her tonight, she’ll be on her knees in the bathroom hating herself for letting me fuck her.
If I was a good man, I would leave her alone. But I’m not and I won’t. I can help her. Show her it’s okay to be mine.
I also never walk away from a challenge.
“Is that what you want, Eve? Want me to make you bleed?” I ask, placing the tip of the sharp glass to her racing pulse.
She arches her neck, giving me easier access to her throat. “If that’s what gets you off.” She bats her long fake lashes. “We all need something to make us feel alive.”
I drop my hand, and she lowers her head to meet my stare. Her eyes hold so many secrets. I wish I could force them from her lips. My hand drops to my side, and I run the tip of the glass up her thigh, hooking it into her fishnet tights, making sure I don’t cut her while I let the glass slice through the thin material.
Her eyes soften and her breathing picks up, no doubt at the realization of how easily I could cut her if I choose to.
I tilt my head to the side. “You like pain, angel?”
“You want to hurt me, Kash?” Another challenge.
