"Fuck, Lavender, wait," Sim yells behind me, but it's too late. I've already spied where Ty is.
CHAPTER 15
OLLY
Ipace back and forth, my anger getting the best of me, and my body hums, as if it's lit from within by a live wire about to electrocute everything around it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sim watching me with trepidation and, dare I say, fear, as he cradles his hand gingerly. I guess I shouldn't have behaved like a feral animal and bitten him. It was uncalled for, not that I'm ready to admit that out loud.Fuck that, I'd rather eat dog shit.What did he expect when he attempted to prevent me from beating the ever-loving-fuck out of Ty, for trying to run out of the underground fighting area with my money?Hell no, that wasn't happening.That was the very last of what I had saved, and no one was going to take that from me. Not some shifty bookie, and certainly not those three assholes, mynew stepbrotherincluded.
"Lavender, um… you're still scowling, and... growling... um... your eye is also twitching. You sure we don't need to take you to see a doctor? Maybe Damon hit you harder than you think?" Sim's husky, quiet voice inquires, and I finally stop moving, my hands coming to rest on my hips, as I crank my neck upwards and glare at him. I don't think I really realized how tall Sim is until this moment.Jesus.He's got to be at least six foot two,maybe even taller. I watch as his Adam's apple bounces, and he takes an unconscious step backward, and away from me, as I allow my eyes to trail over the fine male specimen before me.Did he get even hotter since we left the underground fights, or am I imagining it?
That one step backward he takes almost makes me feel better,almost, but it's still lacking something I can't quite pin down.Is it fear, perhaps?No, it's satisfaction and bloodthirst.I wasn't able to assuage my needs in that farce of a fight. Although witnessing that hint of fear in Sim is helping with my current mood, I have no intention of telling him that, however. The only thing that could have made me feel better would have been to bloody all three of those assholes, for daring to have the audacity to think that they can control me like a damn brainless puppet. Apparently, the way they do everyone else in this stupid town. Well, it seems everyone else except Sim. Somehow, he also didn't appear to back down to their threats. I put that thought to the back of my mind to ponder on later. Something about it causes a hint of unease to rise within me, but at the moment, I can't pinpoint what it is.
"How tall are you?" I question, and a look of confusion crosses his features. It's adorable, like a lost puppy or, in Sim's case, a lost lion cub trying to figure out what’s happening in front of him.
"What?"He steps forward, rubbing down the side of his face with his large, veiny hand, and I admire his long pianist fingers with intrigue.Get your mind out of the gutter, bitch.
He's got a blooming bruise beginning to show, from the punch he took from one of Mayhem's security guards, when he was endeavoring to prevent me from breaking Ty's arm. An irrational part inside of me wants to go find that guy who marked him, and rip out his throat, while I kick him in the balls.Get it together, Olly, he doesn't mean anything to you, he's just some guy. Don't get attached.
"You know, Lavender, you're one strange chick. I've never met anyone like you before." He sighs, and the sound does things to me that I would rather not think about.
"You didn't answer my question,little cub, and there’s nothing strange about me. You're just used to simpering, weak females who fall at your large feet. I'm not one of those, however, feel free to leave and go find one of them to keep you company," I huff, and cross my arms across my chest, and his eyes instantly zero in on the action, and the way it forces my breasts to lift in my sports bra, that's now stained with Damon's blood. I should go find him and punch him again just for that. This was one of my favorite bras.
"Umm, Lavender, you're... in my loft, remember?" I feel disgruntled, heat rising up the back of my neck at the realization that he's right, and that I allowed him to bring me here in my rage-induced state.Fucking hell, great job, Olly, some random guy you met for an hour max took you to his place, and you didn't even realize it until now.
"I'll fucking leave then." I turn around and head toward the enormous warehouse-style, heavy metal door that acts as his front door. Before I can take more than two steps, two large, muscled arms band around me from behind and lift me right off my feet, causing me to release an embarrassing squeak.
"Whoa, pretty Lavender, you have such a fiery temper! You're a damn trip, girl!" He takes steps backward, hauling me with him, even as I half-heartedly fight his grip. The truth is, I could break his hold, and force him to his knees any time I want, but some part of me doesn't desire that. I want to see where he's going with this. Call me curious, insane, or maybe I just have a death wish, either way, I'm going to play along, at least for now. I can still break his arm later.
Although I'm still feeling rage from the fallout of tonight's event, something else is stirring within me. Something reckless, agitated, heated, and wanton. I allow all my weight to settle against his warm flesh. His chest rises and falls, pressed against my back, causing the turmoil within me to fully stir, until the electricity that was racing through my body zaps along my limbs, and heats my core, causing my nipples to harden behind the material of my sports bra. His scent, a crisp blend of pine and cedar, with a hint of spice like ginger, is overwhelming my senses. The bare skin of his arms teases the expanse of flesh on my stomach, causing it to pebble. His warm breath is making contact with the side of my neck, and it has me unconsciously straining against him, my ass pushing into his groin, and a hoarse groan escapes his lips.
"Lavender, I'm really trying hard to be a gentleman here, so help me out by not putting that perfect ripe peach of yours against my cock." A devious grin crosses my lips, as he attempts to put a few inches of distance between our lower bodies.
"Who the fuck said I wanted a gentleman?" I allow my fingernails to scrape across his forearm, and the hairs instantly stand on end. I push my ass once more into his hardening cock, and he groans into my hair, his arms tightening further around me until they're almost painful.
"Fuck, you smell so good, baby. Every part of me doesn't want to do the right thing right now. Do you know how difficult you're making this for me? How hard I'm getting just being pressed against your sexy body?"
I can, in fact, feel how hard he's getting. From the feel of his cock pressed firmly against my lower back, I can tell that Sim is no cub. The reckless energy inside of me wants an outlet, and since I didn't get to achieve it with violence, the next best thing is sex. "Don't try to be my hero, Sim. I don't believe in any. I'm not a helpless princess, who needs you to protect me from the fire-breathing dragon. I can save myself. I've been doing it all alone for a long time."
The deviant sniffs my hair once again, before pressing a soft kiss against my tresses, and loosening his tight grip from around my abdomen. My feet finally touch the ground as he places me gingerly back down, and I immediately feel a sensation of loss.Fuck, what is wrong with me right now? Who is this needy bitch?
"Trust me, Lavender, I'm not here to play your prince. I'm nobody's savior." His head dips down to where my neck meets my shoulder, and the breath I was expelling lodges in my throat, as his lips graze my sensitive flesh before his teeth bite down, and a tiny hit of pain races through my system.Hell yes!
A whimpered moan slips between my lips, as I lean my head back against him, and give him further access, which he immediately takes advantage of by licking and biting my flesh. One of his hands leaves my stomach, and moves swiftly up the front of my body, leaving a trail of heat until his fingers trace the column of my neck before wrapping around it and applying soft, warning pressure. "I'm here to be the bad wolf who devours you whole, and maybe,just maybe,watches your back against the other monsters wandering around, and wanting to rip you apart like a tasty treat."
Damn, why are his words so hot?I should stop this. I have no business getting involved with anyone here in Soule. I'm here in this shitty, overpriced, affluent town for one reason only, and that’s to get revenge on my own monster. Once I've achieved my goal, I won't be staying a moment longer. Yet I can't seem to make myself utter the words that would stop all this in its tracks. My limbs refuse to obey my rational mind, and move away from his embrace, and with the next graze of his teeth against my overcharged skin, I know I won't be going anywhere until I've had a taste of my lion cub. "Trust me, Lavender, me bringing youhere, holding you like this. It's purely selfish, and there are no good intentions behind it."
I turn in his embrace, and at first, I don't think he'll allow it, as his hold on my neck tightens minutely, causing my breath to hitch inside of my throat, and my core to contract, flooding my panties with arousal. I'm such a sucker for a guy who knows how to give a good hand necklace, and it seems Sim won't be disappointing me, at least in that department. I rise on my toes, leaning into his body, and allow my lips to slide along his strong jaw, as I use my teeth to nip him. "Will you purr for me, little lion cub, or are you going to growl?"
A high-pitched screech leaves my lips, as he moves so quickly, wrapping me back tightly in his arms and lifting me right off my feet. He throws me over his broad, t-shirt-covered shoulder, one of his arms banding across the back of my thighs firmly, while the other caresses the globes of my ass before he spanks me hard. The sound ricochets around the small loft, as my head dangles upside down against his back, and my asscheek feels like it’s on fire. "Baby, you're going to be the one purring and howling by the time I'm done with you."
Fuck, yes, that's exactly what I need.
CHAPTER 16
SIM
Ishould walk away.Hell, I need to walk away.Olly's nothing but a stranger, a face I stumbled across in this mess of a night, yet somehow she feels like a snare laid temptingly just for me. Every rational thought in my head is screaming that she’s trouble. Trouble with anger issues. Trouble with eyes that shine like they could see straight through the filth I try to keep buried, but my stupid body doesn’t want to listen. My gaze keeps coming back to her, unbidden, as if there's no other choice.
God, she’s beautiful, but not just in the obvious way, though she is. Her beauty isn’t loud. It doesn't demand your attention. It’s something sharper, quieter, like a secret that cuts deeper the longer you stare. It’s there in the way she tilts her head, the quirk in those sinful lips, and the curiosity in her pretty green eyes. In the way the very air shifts when she’s near, like she could crack me open without trying, and spill out all the ghosts I’ve spent years locking away. There’s a light in her I don’t understand, a warmth that scrapes against the cold I’ve been carrying so long, I forgot what it felt like to want anything different. It fucking terrifies me right down to my core.
