I turned my face to the side, confused about why I wouldn’t meet his gaze.I was scared of him, but I was more scared of losing my resolve.
“I saw the guns...”I whimpered.“Do you kill people?What do you even do?”
“I am obsessed with you, Isobel,” he murmured, his voice thick and gravelly.“So much so that you are ingrained in every corner of my mind.My existence without you is fucking bleak.I’m obsessed with you, so much so that I didn’t hesitate to kill Dean and those fuckers who molested you back at the diner.”
My eyes snapped to him, my heart thundering in my chest.“W-what?”
“I’d have killed that fucker Ned if I wanted to,” he admitted, blatantly.
My throat closed up.“You murdered Dean?”
My head was spinning so much that another round of tears welled up in my eyes.
A few days after Dean died, the bodies of several men were found in an alley close to the diner downtown.When they identified them, I didn’t know how to feel about their deaths because all they had done at work was harass me.I shoved that event to the back of my mind.I didn’t expect that it’d come back to haunt me.
“And the others.For you.”His eyes flickered to my lips.“I’d kill for you, Red.I’ve done it before, and I won’t hesitate to do it again.That’s how much control you have over me.”
“Oh, my God...”
“What?You are horrified?”His lips lifted in a cold smirk.“I work with the Sicilian Mafia.I have shed more blood than I can think of.So, yes, I won’t think twice about shedding more blood because of you.”
I slapped my palms over my mouth.
It made so much sense.Too much sense, even.The secrecy.The late-night calls.His sheer ruthlessness was like a machine that had been programmed to act that way.The creepy family mansion with scary men in suits and a father who looked like he belonged in a death game.
“You are a monster.”
I choked out.
His hand gripped my waist harshly, and he spun me around.I gasped as I felt his bulge nestle between my ass cheeks.He didn’t stop there.He wrapped his hand around my throat from behind and choked me.
“Well,” he stroked my pulse, basking in the fact that he had my life at the tip of his fingers, “it’s a good thing we have forever so you get to see more of the twisted things I’m capable of.”
I hated this.I hated that, as much as I was racked with horror, my body came alive with such an intensity that it scared me.I had never been touched and felt that alive.When Damien touched me, it felt like I was being given a reason to live.
I hated that I wanted him so much that it fucking hurt.I hated that my own body, my own mind, had turned against me.
He was feral, excessively needy, and from the brutish way he touched me, anticipation settled within me like a pang.
He pushed my dress up and ripped my panties off my body.I could barely move because the delicious friction my smeared thigh created made me want to moan so hard.
“You are already so wet for me like my dirty little slut.”His dark and teasing voice against my skin tightened my body with need.“You want me so much, and you fucking hate it.”He parted my folds with his fingers, and I moaned.
“Oh, God.There.”
“This body,” he spanked my pussy hard, “is all mine.”
His buckle clattered as it came off, and I shivered when I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my wet cunt.I wiggled against him, desperate for friction, but it only made him chuckle at my whorish attempt to have him.
“Look at you.”His hands slid down to grab a tit, cupping it through my dress.“All desperate to have my cock.”
“Please,” I begged.I hated having to beg for anything because I always thought I was fine on my own, but right now, I begged because of how much I wanted.
“Yes, beg for it.Tell me how badly you want it.”He pinched a nipple.
“So badly,” I breathed.
“Such a slut.”He drove into me with a force that would have thrown me forward if he weren’t holding me to his front with a strong grip.
