“What else would you like to be, Rachel?” He snapped back, glaring hatred at me. “Because as far as I see it, whenever you’re around, shit goes wrong. It's like you’re fucking cursed or some—what the fuck!” He snapped, barely dodging the vase I threw at him.
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned him, my voice low. “I am not to blame foranyof this. If you hadn’t fucked around with the chief of police’s daughter, he wouldn’t have such an axe to grind, would he?” I picked up the nearest thing to hand, which happened to be a hairbrush, and threw that at him too.
“Throw one more thing at me, Rachel. I dare you.”
“I will!” I snapped, kicking my shoe off and throwing that at him, too. “Because you’re a fucking pussy! You’re so scared that things are actually going well between us that you’re deliberately trying to sabotage us!”
“There’s nothing to fucking sabotage. You’d need to actually be in a relationship to sabotage it,” he said coldly.
“And whose fault is that?”
“Don’t you think I fucking know that?” He roared, twisting his body and slamming his fist into the wall, his temper finally reaching its peak.
I forced myself not to react, to school my features into a blank expression, not wanting him to see the flicker of fear I felt at him losing control. Blood dripped from his knuckles and onto the carpet, and just when I went to say something, he beat me to it.
“Don’t. I’m warning you, Rachel, don’t!” He growled. My head snapped up to his, wondering what the fuck he was on about. He raced towards me and grabbed my face with his bloodied hand. “Do not do that blank shit. We are so far past theblankness. I swear to God I’ll peel the skin from your skull if I have to look at it one more time.”
I recoiled from him, tasting his blood on my lips as he used his thumb to smear it over my lips, laughing to himself as he did so.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” I snapped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
His responding laugh was quiet and bitter as I wiped his blood from my mouth.
“Yeah, and you love it.”
“You’re insane,” I breathed.
“No,” he said, voice low, rough. “I’m fucking feral. You do this to me. You always have.”
He grabbed my wrists, pressing them to the wall above my head, the slick heat of his blood smearing across my skin. I struggled, but he shoved his body against mine, crushing me with the full weight of his fury.
“You wanna keep pushing me, Rachel? You think I don’t see what you’re doing? You want to see how far I’ll go?”
I spat in his face, knowing I was pushing my luck, knowing that this was taking things too far, but also knowing that I would do anything break through this barrier that was between us.
It worked.
The action had his eyes flaring, but it wasn’t anger behind them.
It was unadulterated desire.
Because this is what we had been missing. We had been too busy abiding by the terms of the contract, that we forgot we were two fucked up people that thrived on this. We embraced the toxic, and danced in the hell.
We were not a conventional couple, and we were making ourselves miserable pretending to be.
In a flash, he had me turned, my face mashed against the wall, his mouth hot and wet against my neck, biting, licking,claiming. I felt him unbuckle his belt, the slap of leather sharp in the silence that followed.
“You think I don’t know this is what you want?” he growled against my skin, breath scalding. “You think I haven’t fucking figured you out by now?”
“So shut up and do something about it.”
He laughed, yanking my head back by the roots of my hair until I was looking at him over my shoulder.
“I know a way to silence that smart mouth.”
His lips crashed into mine, ravenous and unhinged. I bit back, drawing blood. He hissed, then bit me harder, splitting my lip wide open and dragging his tongue through it like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
“You want blood?” I breathed. “Then bleed for it. Earn it,” I hissed, spinning back around and slapping him, making sure to rake my nails down his face. Small dots of blood beaded beneath the scratches, and he licked that, too. His eyes flashed with a look I can only describe as feral, and the smirk he gave me had my insides clenching.
