“You killed your father.” I chuckle. “Perhaps you want to rethink going around and telling people that.”
She pushes herself up onto her elbows, resting her chin on her hands. “Actually, you’re the first person I’ve ever told.”
Warmth spills into my heart. “Do you trust me, Misha?” I ask, my brows knotted.
“Clearly.” She sighs. “And I don’t trust anyone.”
“Me either.”
“So, you killed your father. What about the other man who broke you, the man who broke your mother? Did you kill him too?” I ask, wanting to learn everything about this beautiful, mysterious creature.
Her being so open to confess her sins to me has made me fall even deeper into her. She is perfect. She is as dark and twisted asI am. The universe has blessed me with a black angel, so sweet, so innocent and so deadly.
“I never metthatman. I’ve only heard stories about him from my mother who prefers to share very little about what he did to her. Enough for me to know he’s a monster of the darkest kind. All I know forsureis that he left her for dead and what he did to her caused her to spend months in hospital recovering and years after that, dealing with the trauma.AndI would kill him if I ever met him.”
“Well, perhaps one day as a gift to you I will haunt him down and give you that chance.”
She smiles, her eyes glittering. “I would like that very much.”
“And you should know, little raven, that if anyone ever hurt you again, I will kill them.”
Misha lays her head on my chest and closes her eyes, her soft breathing relaxes me, the way her back gently rises and falls is a soothing kind of peace I’ve never felt before.
Her being here, with me, is all I need in this moment.
As she drifts off to sleep, I run my fingers gently through her hair, brushing down the long silky, dark strands.
I am obsessed. I am obsessed beyond my control.
If I lose her, I will lose my mind.
I can never allow that to happen.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Misha
Vincent playfully slaps my ass as I bend over to get a bowl from the bottom cabinet in the kitchen. I giggle and move away, rubbing my butt where his handprint has left red marks.
“Ow.” I complain with a smile on my face, throwing him a look of sadness that doesn’t match the grin.
“You shouldn’t bend over in front of me. You know it only tempts me.” He smirks, raising his brow and running his hand through his dark grey hair. I watch the muscles flex over his arm and across his shoulder.
“If you want cereal, I need to get bowls for us.” I tilt my head and pull my mouth to the side.
“Go ahead.” He gestures with his chin towards the cupboard I just bent over in front of.
“I don’t think so.” I giggle. “I’m not that naïve.”
“I promise, I won’t do it again - for now.”
I shake my head. “No.”
He reaches over and tugs me harshly towards him. My body crashes into the solid muscles of his chest and the air is pushed from my lungs.
“Did I not just make a promise to you, my pet? Do you not trust my word?” he growls.
I trace my fingers over his pecs then glance up at him with soft eyes. “I didn’t know your promises meant so much. A lot of people have made promises to me that where never kept.” I shrug, playing disinterest as I look away.
