Page 51 of Tainted Essence
Her face morphs into a pissed off look as she climbs to her feet and drops a gold room key on my bed. “201, say goodbye or agree to train her but either way, she needs to see you. She has no idea I am even here speaking to you.”
I shake my head. “You are out of your fucking mind, Anya. The person who needs to help her is you?—”
“The minute we land back in the States, I will be in the ring with her. I may be the one who can break my daughter and force her to feel but you and I both know you are the only one she wants to put her pieces back together.” I say nothing as she slips out of my room like a fucking ghost.
“Fuck my life!” I snarl into the empty room as I quickly change, then lean against the wall, staring at the stupid card like it might attack me if I get too close. I stand here tugging on the strands of my hair for the better part of an hour debating what the fuck I should do. I check the time on my watch and cringe, it’s nearly one in the morning. “Fuck it,” I snap before I swipe the card off the bed and stalk out of my room, making my way to her room. The entire way my heart beats rapidly, like it’s trying to burst free of its cage. My palms are slick with sweat when I finally come to a halt outside her room.
Should I knock?
I shake my head. No, I don’t want to wake her up if she’s sleeping. Maybe I could just sneak in and stare at her for a bit? I nod like a mad man, slip the card into the slot and wait for the green light to flash, then quietly slip inside her room. I close the door softly and pad through her room, following the soft glow of light coming out of the bedroom. The room is set up the same as mine so it’s easy to navigate. I creep forward and slip inside the room, the sight of her fast asleep with the covers tangled around her has me wanting to drop to my knees and thank God for creating such a masterpiece.
I silently move toward the chair in the corner that is shrouded in darkness, telling myself I’ll just sit here for a while and stare at her until I get my fix, then I’ll slip out before she even realizes I am here. If she sees me, that would be bad for the both of us. Just the sight of her has my cock growing hard. I look down at the traitor and glare at it. The fucker couldn’t even get hard when I tried to rub one out to porn, but the mere thought of her has me rock hard.
Would it be creepy if I got myself off right here?
I push that thought away because yes, yes that would be fucking creepy!
I tense when she whimpers and begins to stir. Her tiny hands clench the sheets, her head swings side to side. “No, no, no, stop it. Don’t touch me.” A strong sense of protectiveness washes over me knowing she is having a nightmare about what she went through, what I witnessed her go through! “No!” she screams so loud I reel back into the chair as she bolts upright in the bed panting. She clutches her throat and then looks down at her lap. She sighs in relief when she realizes where she is.
I remain still and hold my breath, praying she will fall back asleep so I can slip out of her room but she suddenly stiffens like she feels my eyes on her. She closes her eyes for a second and swallows audibly then snaps them open and slowly turns toward me. Panic flares to life in her eyes, her mouth opens to scream but I lean forward the panic slowly fades as she drinks in the sight of me like she can’t believe I’m here.
“Wake up,” she says aloud, then smacks herself across the cheek. “Ouch!”
“You’re not dreaming, Slayer,” I say quietly so as to not spook her. She runs her gaze over me, taking in every inch of me. A deep groove forms between her brows that has me wanting to smooth out the lines with my fingers.
“You're really here?” she whispers. I nod.
“I am.”
“Why?” That one word is laced with an immense amount of pain and confusion.
I open my mouth and close it a couple of times trying to find the right words. “I… I don’t know.”
“You have to leave, Taylan,” she pleads.
Her words spark me to life. I slowly stand and look down at her, wishing more than anything that I could be what she needed me to be. I want to give her that security and make promises to always remain by her side but I can’t…
“I never meant to hurt you, Destiny.”
She rolls her lips over her teeth and inhales sharply through her nose before blowing it out slowly. “I never meant to feel anything for you. I never wanted more than a bit of fun but then…” She lets her sentence trail off.
“Shit changed. I get it,” I say honestly.
“No, you don’t get it.” Anger drips from each word.
“Yes, I do!”
“You walked away so easily, you felt nothing when you drove away and left me there after... after what h-he did to me.” When tears brim her eyes, I lose my self-control and eliminate the space between us and climb on the bed, pulling her to me. She climbs on my lap and wraps herself around me, burying her face in my neck. My hold on her is strong and protective. Her scent invades my senses, pulling memories from my mind that I tried to keep buried so the anguish of not being near didn’t pull me under.
“I felt your pain like it was my own,” I admit.
She pulls back and stares down at me. “You left me behind like I was nothing. You may not be able to say the words, but I know you feel something for me, Taylan. I can see it in your eyes.”
I take a shuddering breath and try to turn away from her, but she grips my chin forcing my gaze back to hers. “I can’t give you what you want, Slayer, I told you that from the start. I am not the guy you get a happily ever after with.”
“Then don’t give me after, give me now.”
I search her gaze, trying to decipher her meaning, but draw a blank. When she presses her lips to mine, then when I open for her, she takes control and plunges her tongue into my mouth, moaning. The taste of her has a haze of need washing over me and my cock leaping to attention. She rolls her hips, drawing a groan from me. My hands take on a mind of their own and begin touching her everywhere before finally landing on her ass and gripping her cheeks in a bruising hold.