Page 52 of Misted
I swallow the ache in my heart. This place would’ve been heaven under different circumstances.
I’ll take you to France.
He did bring me here, but for what? It’s mere spite and hatred now.
Maybe he’s even forgotten about his promise.
“Who said you can leave?”
I halt near the table and whirl around. Hawk is at the base of the stairs with one hand in his pocket while the other rests inert by his side. His shoulders flex, with tension or something else, I’m not sure. I can’t help ogling how his T-shirt sticks to his defined chest muscles.
“I said so.” I fold my arms across my chest to hide my reaction. “I don’t want to be anywhere near you.”
“Too fucking bad.” His eyes rage and they actually appear frightening as he reaches me in a few strides. “You’ll be near me whenever I damn well please.”
It takes everything in me not to step back and flee. It’s crazy how he always intimidated me. How much power he has over me. No one has ever made me feel out of my skin the way he does.
“You already…” I trail off before I say fucked me. “Did what you wanted. Now, leave me alone.”
A strange gleam lingers on his face. He pushes into me, and I have no choice but to step backwards. The wood of the table hits the small of my back. Two strong arms slam on either side of me so I’m sandwiched between his broad frame and the table.
“I never said it’s a one-time thing.”
“Hawk…”
His lips find the shell of my ear and he bites. Hard. I let out a whimper as both pleasure and pain pool in my core. “And that’s nowhere near what I want to do to you, Hellion. I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to stand.”
I clamp my lips around a moan as I fight for any sliver of control I have left.
His dirty words elicit a primal reaction at the centre of my lady bits. My starved body hangs to his every, raspy word like he’s the only and last meal I’ll ever have.
It’s dangerous.
He’s dangerous.
With mere words, he’s slowly cramping the walls I’ve been building for long, wretched years.
Both my hands rest on the hard ridges of his shoulders, but I don’t push. I can’t. “Don’t. Please.”
I need him to stop because I have no power to do it myself. I have no power to deny him after dreaming about him every single night since that damn day.
As if I hit a button, Hawk’s eyes glaze over until there’s almost no fleck of blue. Something hot, red, and frightening covers his features. “I told you ‘please’ that day, too, remember? I begged you — I fucking begged you — and your answer was a bullet in my back.”
Tears sting my eyes at the angry onslaught of his words, and I hang my head, still feeling the pain he did all those years ago. He doesn’t understand. He’ll never fucking understand.
Harsh fingers grip my chin and tilt my head up so I’m staring at his merciless, vengeful gaze. “Tell me why. I have the right to know fucking why.”
I shake my head in his bruising grip. The lies tumble from my mouth easily after so much practice. “I was just done with you, Hawk. That’s all.”
A deep-throated growl leaves his lips and the flash of pain on his face slashes my chest open. The look disappears as soon as it appeared and his features tighten with simmering rage. I can do hate and handle all his anger. It’s his pain that kills me alive.
He spins me around and slams my cheek against the table. I don’t fight. Not even when he yanks my dress up my waist and slides my knickers down my legs. I even step out of them willingly.
The wound in my arm burns and the table’s wood digs into my hips. A bruise could be already forming.
I hate how I tingle with thrill and excitement. Apparently, my body hasn’t got the memo that he’s angry at me and this isn’t the reunion I’ve been wishing for.
But does it care? Judging from the wet heat pooling between my thighs, not in the least.