At my words she blinked, and the cloudiness disappeared from her gaze. She nibbled on her lip for a moment, likely bringing together her scattered thoughts.
“I know he didn’t actually f-fuck me, so you probably think it isn’t a big deal,” her eyes drooped as she said it.
The urge to rip out this asshole’s tongue for ever making her feel that way burned like fire through my veins.
Any control over my tone snapped as the anger unfurled underneath my skin.
When I opened my mouth, my voice was more animalistic than human. “You’ve never beenmore wrongin your fucking life.”
Alisa gasped, her eyes wide as she took in my anger, but I was too far gone to mask my fury. My body practically vibrated from the pure need for blood.
“I want to snap every single bone in his body, and relish his pointless screams for mercy. Ineedto watch the hope drain from his eyes as he realizes that I’m about to break him beyond repair,” I said, my vision tinting red as I visualized it. “And that still won’t be enough to sate me.Not even close.”
Chapter fifty-five
Alisa
My mouth gaped open as I stared at the embodiment of a reaper. Dmitri’s muscular arms were completely rigid, and his hands…
Tightened into fists, ready to punch a hole through something or someone.
Before I met Dmitri, my experiences with anger centered around the fists of my father, always ready to subdue his own selfish anger on my skin. I’d faced lots of violence in my lifetime, but until Dmitrinever oncehad the anger been directed at someone who had hurt me.
No one had ever cared enough to stare into my eyes with a promise that he’d destroy the man who had left internal scars all over my system. The darkness emanating off Dmitri vowed to etch a scar on every inch of flesh on the man who’d dared to mar my soul.
Need strummed through my body as those promises washed over my skin and permeated my heart. Electricity lashed from my stomach deep into my core.
Dmitri’s eyes narrowed on me as my nails dug into his taut shoulders.
He hissed at the contact, but none of the fury dissipated from his expression.
“Tell me his name,” he growled.
I wanted to pour the knowledge into him, let him help me shoulder the burden of what Roman had done to me. But the violence of his expression vowed that he would destroy everyone who stood in his path on the way to the man who hurt me.
The rules of the competition flashed across my mind: The Pakhan would kill anyone who killed another competitor without his permission.
Until Dmitri was more levelheaded, I needed to hold my tongue. As much as I wanted to watch Roman choke on his own blood the way I’d choked on my words that night, I needed Dmitri safe.
Theonly thingI needed was him.
When I was with Dmitri, it was like I could breathe. Like I didn’t have to constantly be on alert that I was about to be stabbed mentally or physically.
I felt… happy.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel this happy. Not after everything I’d gone through in my life. Not after all the death and abuse. Yet with him, it was like my heart could finally open back up again.
No, I wouldn’t let Dmitri kill Roman in a mindless rage, and have the Pakhan seek retribution. I’d protect him from himself.
“Tomorrow,” I promised, and a weight eased off me. Already, it was like the burden of that horrible night with Roman was slowly releasing its claws from my soul.
The tendons in Dmitri’s neck tensed at the word. Darkness spread through his eyes, and sharp need racked through me likea wave. I wanted that dark energy focused on me. I needed the weight of everything–all this death and misery–to wither away.
“Please,” I said, rocking my hips against him. “Make me forget everything except you.”
“Fuck,” he rasped, his hands tightening around my waist. “That word will be the death of me. I’d level cities if you asked me to.”
Before I could respond, he yanked my hair back, so I was staring up at him.
