She tips her head to the side, enabling our eyes to lock, and I swear I see the same darkness in hers that swims in mine.
“I understand,” she says, almost robotically, and I narrow my eyes.
The fuck?
Her reaction is bizarre.
She doesn’t appear scared. There are no threats of her calling the police, and there’s no freaking out.
There’s no reaction I’d deem normal from her—only darkness and trauma, and I swallow hard at that thought.
An odd atmosphere builds momentum between us, but before I can acknowledge the cause, my cell phone rings, cutting through the room, and panic crosses her face as her eyes dart toward a closed door.
I pull the phone from my jeans pocket and glance down to see it’s Warrior calling, no doubt hearing my location from Hunter. He’s on some mission to make sure I don’t lose myself completely.
Instead of answering, I silence the phone and decide I’ll text him back once I leave here. I need to get out of here, get my head on straight, and go for a ride because being in her proximity with the odd look in her eyes has me wanting to ask her questions that have nothing to dowith her brother and everything to do with her. I’m not prepared to become her savior, not when I don’t have the answers I so desperately want, and not when she’s choosing not to give them to me.
“I find out you’re fucking anyone else, and I’ll cut you up so fucking bad nobody’s going to want you. You hear me?”
She turns and crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her tits. “Sure.” Her smile has a sarcastic undertone before she drops it.
“You owe me birth control, by the way.” She points to her legs, and I eye the sticky gleam of my cum leaking down her legs. Legs I want to lick clean, then wrap around me.
I dart my gaze back up to hers, refusing to be drawn in any further. “Like fuck I do. That’s a you problem, darlin’,” I state, and add a shrug for emphasis like the bastard I am.
Her jaw sharpens, and her eyes widen, with fire flaring behind them. “A me problem?” She points to her chest, and her tits bounce. Tits I wanna come on.
I give her a swift nod.
“You’re a prick, you know that?” she bites out. “I can barely afford food, let alone birth control.”
“Looks like we havin’ a kid.” I chuckle and pull a cigarette from my pocket, placing it in my mouth. The thought of her stomach swollen with my baby makes my cock twitch.
I’m fucked up.
She’s my enemy, and I like the thought of her carrying my baby. A way to punish her and her brother. Tying her to me forever, a permanent reminder of my hatred, and she’ll love a part of me. A big fuck you to her and her brother.
“Get out!” She points toward the door and stomps herbare foot. “Right now!” She’s getting louder, and if I didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d stick around and take delight in watching her lose her shit.
“Leavin’ cuz I wanna. Got shit to do and decent women to fuck.” Lies. All lies. But the jolt of her slight frame at the mention of other women has a feeling akin to happiness racing inside me.
She wants me.
Why the hell does that excite me so damn much? I hate her.
My phone buzzes again, and I turn on my heels and head toward the door. The moment I step through it, I know I’m screwed, because I want nothing more than to turn back around and fuck my enemy into the morning.
Answers be damned.
CASSIDY
Last night was spent like every other night of my life—tossing and turning while hoping for sleep to take me, yet dreading it at the same time.
He gave me a finger, and while most people would see that as something unhinged, I think he may have meant it as a gift, a sign of his protection and possessiveness. Coupled with the fact that he was jealous of the guy for touching me, and my mind is at war with itself.
As soon as he left, I used napkins to dispose of the evidence of his crime, pushing it far down into the trash can so Noah doesn’t somehow discover it. Followed by the condom.
He’s dangerous and someone I must keepaway from, but I have a strange allure toward him, something I’ve never experienced before. I could be wanting to heal the hurt hiding behind his striking blue eyes, or it could be the guilt consuming me that leads me to desire the need to relieve my guilt by any means available, even if it is unhealthy.
