Page 150 of Dirty Pleasures

“Do not question my love for you!” Hot rage blazed in his eyes.

I trembled.

“I would bomb and kill for you,” he spoke through clenched teeth. “I would fucking die for you.”

I tried to look away.

He tightened his grip on my chin, kept my view on him, and sneered. “I already told you that I love you. All of you. Every single personality that you hold within you is a part of the woman I’ve come to love deeply. And all of them are mine. Including this M.”

My bottom lip quivered.

His words washed over me like a balm, soothing the raw edges of my soul. Here was this man, who had seen the deepest, most hidden parts of me, and not only did he accept them—he embraced them. . .again and again and a-fucking-gain.

He sneered some more. “I told you this in the car.”

“I know. . .”

“And then I gave you some dick to solidify that point.”

I widened my eyes. “Oh my God.”

“Do you need more dick, mysh?”

I melted right there. “A little later.”

Disgust rode his words. “Fucking asking Baba if I would stop loving you.”

“Hey.” I tried to step back from him, but he wouldn’t let me. “I’m raw with emotion right now.”

“Get un-raw, when it comes to thinking about my love for you.”

I sighed.

He dropped his hand and looked down at my still wearing his shirt. “Did you get some sleep?”

“I’m not tired. I think that drink put me in a deep sleep. When I woke up, I felt like I had over eight hours.”

“You want to stay in New Orleans?”

“Yes.”

He groaned. “I would like to leave and once we are in the air, drop a bomb on the witch’s house—”

“Kaz, relax.”

“She is disrespectful—”

“We’re not here for her respect.”

“You were on the ground with snakes sliding over you—”

“Man, I would sleep in a tank full of snakes to get whole—”

“Next time you go there, I will not leave your side.”

“Fine.” I smiled and left his embrace. “That would make me feel safer knowing you are next to my body while I’m on the inside. . .figuring shit out.”

“She said to give her three days before returning.”