I wanted out of this place.
I wanted back on my bike.
I wanted a woman in my bed and a body at the end of my knife being made to pay for this shit. For me, for Echo, and for anything else I decided they needed paying for.
But I couldn’t see any of that happening anytime soon.
Belle reached for the spoon, ignoring my comment. It was like she was in a daze or something, her thoughts elsewhere instead of where they should have been: here, on me!
“Goddamn it, get out!” I yelled.
Her wide eyes finally focused on me and her little rosebud mouth opened in shock. “I’m sorry, Beast. Please, let me keep going.”
“No, fuck off, now.” I spooned the pudding from the cup and aimed it for my mouth, but she reached out and tried to snatch the spoon from my hand.
“It’s my job!” she said, her voice almost whiny.
“Get off the spoon,” I growled, growing increasingly irritated with her behavior. Woman needed to learn her place if she was going to stick around here. Fuck, maybe it was time to let her go and get a new nurse again. Not sure where they’d find someone else though, since I’d pissed off pretty much everyone in this hospital already.
She held tight to it, even pulling a little, though for what good it would do remained to be seen because even as injured as I was I was still stronger than her.
“Belle,” I warned.
“Let me help!” she said, her voice growing stronger. Angry, even.
“Bitch, get the fuck off the spoon!” I yelled loudly, startling her for the second time.
She let go so suddenly that the pink pudding flew over my chest and face. She inhaled sharply, her mouth opening in shock, her gaze dropping to my chest and back to my face six or seven times before she finally jumped into action.
“Oh my god, Beast, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry!” She stood up, grabbing a cloth from the little side table, and attempted to dab away the pudding while I glared at her hard enough to make my eyeballs hurt.
Cute as fuck or not, I wanted to grab her little ponytail tight with one hand and grab her by the throat with the other. Shit, maybebecauseshe was cute as fuck. For the first time in months my dick twitched with real desire, and it took all my strength to not grab her and drag her onto the bed with me. Probably wouldn’t have been able to do anything after that because fuck knows nothing actually worked down there anymore. The twitching stopped and my anger surged back. Belle must have sensed the warring within me, because she stopped dabbing the pudding away with a shaky hand and stared at me, her bottom lip trembling.
“Jesus, you’re not gonna cry now, are you?” I growled out, snatching the cloth from her hand to wipe the pudding off my cheek. I dabbed a little too hard and hissed in pain, and Belle burst out crying.
Jesus.
Fucking.
Christ.
“What are you crying for? It was me that got hurt, not you, for fuck’s sake,” I grumbled.
She started to cry even harder and I threw the cloth across the room, my temper warring with my impatience and confusion.
“Just get out, Belle.” I dragged a hand down my face, not able to look at her anymore, though I wasn’t sure why seeing her so upset made me feel so…so goddamn mixed up. It wasn’t like I’d been Prince Charming before all of this, but I’d never taken satisfaction in making a woman cry. Not unless it was in pleasure. But since the attack, all I wanted to do was hurt people. Didn’t matter if they were male or female, brother or nurse. I just had so much anger inside of me that I felt like I’d burst if I didn’t let it out.
Every tear, every unhappy face, just fed into my desire to make people feel as fucking awful as I did. It was like an addiction that I couldn’t control, like feeding a hungry animal.
I dropped my hands to my sides and looked at her, not getting the same satisfaction I normally would. Even crying, she was pretty. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks, making them flush. Her lashes were long and thick, and when black shit didn’t drip from her eyes I realized she was pretty without any makeup on. Damn.
Felt like shit for making her cry, which was the biggest surprise of all.
“I’m really sorry, Beast. Please forgive me,” she sobbed.
“Calm down,” I grumbled, getting more and more irritated.
She nodded quickly, swiping at her tears and trying to control her emotions. “Do you forgive me?” she asked, sounding pathetic.
