When it came to our relationship there had always been uncertainty on my end. In the short time we were together, I had been afraid of him, unconfident in the fact that I could be enough for him, worried that I didn’t belong in his complicated and bloody world.
If I continued to look at us through those uncertain eyes, how could we ever have a future? How could he respect me enough to be the woman who stood by his side? No more fear. No more doubts. I couldn’t be half in. Either I was going to do this or I had to get out.
I didn’t want to leave.
“No, you're not.” I found my voice even if it wasn’t very convincing. “You’re staying with me.”
“Do you want my demons to stay too?”
“I want everything.”
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.” He stroked my hair before tangling his fingers through it and tugging my face to his. “But I’m about to give it to you.”
NINE
Milo
They saidfortune favored the bold. But I wasn’t sure if Sable was bold or stupid. Either way, she didn’t heed my warning and now she would be stuck with me.
And whatever my twisted mind wanted.
“Do you think you’re brave enough to spend the night in this room with me?” I asked.
“Brave?” She shook her head. “When it comes to you, I’m never brave.”
“I admire your honesty.” I let go of her hair. “My meeting did not go as planned.”
I went to the cabinet by the fireplace and took out the vodka. I unscrewed the cap and chugged it from the bottle.Why waste a glass?
“You’re a weak spot,” I said.
“I don’t want to be.”
She stood by the window, fidgeting with her hands, much like she had the night I found her at the bar. Tonight, the glow of themoonlight cast a shadow over her fair skin and flowing auburn hair, providing her with even more of an ethereal appearance.
So beautiful…
She tucked the wild strands behind her ear, and the light that showcased her beauty mocked me when it prominently featured the bruise under her eye. I took a long, slow sip from the bottle, weighing my options. I could walk out of the room right now and spare her the weight of my burdens.
Judging from the longing in her expression, she might not forgive me for trying to grant her peace. Door number two was what she sought. She wanted the real me. The savage who wouldn’t hold back.
Did she need that from me as much as I needed to break free? Did we need to be fucked up together?
“Take everything off.” I curved my fingers around the bottle. “So there’s no confusion, I’m not asking for anything tonight. I’ll be demanding, and you're going to give me everything I want.”
She gripped the hem of her pink tank top and slowly slid it up her smooth, firm stomach. When she tugged it over her head and revealed her bare breasts to me, my cock hardened in response.
On my way to where she stood, I set the bottle on the coffee table. The tension coursing through my veins was at an all-time high. Adding more alcohol to my bloodstream might not be the best idea.
“Everything.” I motioned over her body. “I want you naked.”
As she slipped her sweatpants down her legs, I took in her slender hips and toned legs. She’d lost weight in the last couple of weeks. The stress of me walking out on her probably took a bigger toll on her than I had imagined. That was one more thing I had to atone for.
She jumped when I reached for her arm and yanked her to me. She stumbled before hitting my chest. I growled into her ear. “Your panties are still on.”
“I thought you’d like to take them off.”
“I’d like to rip them off.” I pressed her against the wall. “Right before I slam my cock so far into your pussy and make you scream my name.”
