Page 37 of Pushed Through The Dark
Chapter Eight
Koa
What the fuck am Idoing?
The thought drifted around in my head as I watched her in the garden from my window. She had been here for about a week, and I'd been fighting every instinct in my body to devour her whole. I wanted to take her, I wanted to take her so fucking bad it hurt.
It was like an animal was living inside me, one that only wanted to take. Every time I was near her, all I could think about was tearing her clothes off and fucking her. I knew I couldn't, but it was getting harder and harder to tame the wild inside me.
My little minx, with all her natural beauty. She killed me and didn't even know it. With curly black hair, and big, bright green eyes, she made my cock jerk. The way she played with her lips when she was nervous. The way her eyes wanted to hit the floor when I looked right at her, but she fought it. I could see the strength building inside her.
It fucking pissed me off that Virgo did this to her. That he tried to break her into a million pieces, for the pleasure of someone else. That was what he did, that was what they all did. They mind fucked their girls until there was nothing left but a malleable form to play with.
Except for my minx, she wasn't totally broken. She was a wildfire inside, her flame a roaring inferno that he could never touch.
My eyes followed her as she moved through the garden. Tipping her head up, she soaked in the sun. The light freckles that ran across the bridge of her nose lit up, and I wanted to lick each one, then run my tongue up and down her entire body. Tasting her, drinking her in, enjoying all she had to offer.
She flaunted through the garden, touching every petal she passed. She didn't notice me spying on her from the window. She was completely consumed by her surroundings.
Her innocence is daunting.
Cupping a handful of daisies, she brought the bundle to her nose and smelled them. The corner of her lip peeled up into a small smile. It was faint, almost missable, but it was the first smile I'd seen on her, and she was wearing it beautifully.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, so I pulled it out, to see it was my brother. "Yeah?" I asked, my eyes steady on my muse.
"Where the fuck you been? I've been trying to call you for days."
"I've been busy."
"Right, busy fucking your new toy?" Knox laughed, his chuckle crackling through the speaker.
"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" Sighing loudly, I said, "Go fuck yourself, Knox."
"Well, what else am I supposed to think? I haven't heard shit from you. Any news on Alek? Are we good?" he asked.
Pouring myself a glass of scotch, I sipped it as I looked out the window, enjoying the view. "Are you scared?"
"No, I'm not the one that shot him, asshole."
I was half paying attention to him. I didn't really care what he thought about any of it. Alek deserved what he got. I have no regrets.
I was more consumed by her.
She glanced around for a second, scanning the dense forest around her. I was curious if she'd go for it. Would she run?
Her eyes danced around, but as quickly as the thought seemed to appear, it was gone, and she was smelling the flowers again.
Good girl.
