Page 41 of Pushed Through The Dark
"I know you're weak." Her finger flew up, poking me in the chest. "You want to be like those men, but you don't have it in you. So guess what? I'm fucking leaving." She spun on her heels, glancing left to right as if she was deciding which way to run.
She lifted her leg like she was about to sprint, but I snagged her around the waist and twisted her back to face me. My little minx was furious, her eyes igniting with rage as she began hitting me over and over. She wasn't aiming for anywhere in particular, she was just flailing.
"Stop it, just stop." Pulling her in closer, I hugged her tight. "You know I'm not like them, you can feel it. I know you can feel it."
"You don't know fucking shit about me!" She wriggled her body back and forth, but she couldn't break free.
Because I wasn't letting her go.
"I know plenty. If you truly believed I was so terrible, you'd be cowering in a corner, not challenging me."
"Virgo told you I was feisty, he wasn't lying."
"That doesn't mean shit. You could have run at any point, but you haven't. You stayed. You stayed because you know I'll keep you safe. You stayed because you know I can protect you." Her eyes met mine, her lips going slack as if she was finally hearing me. "Deep down, you know I won't hurt you."
"You're a liar."
"I'm not."
Her chin lifted higher, and for a moment I anticipated her spitting in my face. She didn't. She closed her mouth tight and thinned her lids. "You're a fucking liar!" With a closed fist, she punched me in the cheek.
One fist after another began to pummel my face. Releasing one hand off her waist, I grabbed both her arms and lifted them above her head. She was breathing heavily as her eyes stayed firmly on mine.
Our faces were so close, our noses almost touching, lips hovering over each other. I could feel the heat of her breath as she exhaled. Her eyes flicked between mine as she licked her lips.
Her cheeks were rosy from all the adrenaline, and there was a thin sheen of sweat across her forehead. Neither one of us was talking, we were just staring at each other.
Curling my arm tighter around her waist, I kept her arms suspended in the air over her head. "Are you done?" I asked, my voice a whisper, my lips moving even closer to hers.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, I watched her eyes change. The hardness disappeared, the shadow of hate slowly peeling away.
She can see it now. She can see the truth.
I won't hurt her. That was never my intention.
Every inhale forced her tits against my chest. Her nipples hard as diamond, making my cock hard.
"If I wanted to hurt you, I would have by now. But I don't, and I know you know that. You can feel it. Tell me you can feel it."
Her eyes shifted around my face, across my forehead, down the bridge of my nose, and over my lips. They hovered there for a moment, twinkling with lost emotions.
She licked her lips again, this time slower and more defined. Everything changed at that moment. Her body leaned into mine, her lids lowered seductively, her breathing turned shallow.
Trust yourself, minx. Trust what you feel, not what you think.
Tugging her bottom lip in, she chewed on the inside of her cheek. "I don't—" she started to say, but I quickly cut her off with a kiss.
I didn't care. I had to kiss her. At least once, one kiss was all I wanted.
With bruising passion, I crushed my lips against hers. Her body stiffened in shock momentarily, then relaxed as I released her arms, and scooped her face in my hands.
I wasn't sure how long the kiss would last. Any second she could break away, and slap me. So, I kissed her as long as she'd let me.
Her lips started to open, permitting me to kiss her deeper and harder. My tongue accepts her invitation, sweeping through her mouth, twirling and wrapping around her tongue. She tasted just like I imagined; sweet, delicate, with the sharpness of scotch.
Minx closed the gap between us, embracing the kiss. This wasn't a kiss between enemies, it was a kiss between two people in need.
I needed her, and she needed me, even if she wouldn't admit it.
