Page 17 of Vows From Hell

VI

STORM

“You can touch me all you want, Bambi.’’

My fingers remained on his cheeks, unmoving. Slowly, he grabbed my wrist and leaned his face into my entire palm after giving it a small kiss.

I didn’t know it was possible to miss a person’s eyes this much, but now that I was looking at him, an inch away from his face, I couldn’t deny the way my body started reacting. My chest warmed with excitement.

That and the pure desire to strangle the shit out of him.

The sincerity laced behind those gorgeous green eyes pissed me off. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt after seeing him like this that he planned on coming back to me. He was just late, almost too late.

I tried yanking my hand back, goosebumps tugging on my skin as he raised a curious eyebrow. He clutched my wrist, not enough to hurt, but enough to prevent me from moving further.

“Let go,’’ I warned.

“Or what?”

I lifted a shoulder. “Or I’ll kill you.’’

Micah grinned. “I love it when you flirt with me.’’

“I don’t remember you being this irritating.’’

“I don’t remember you having an attitude.’’

I snorted. “I’m surprised you didn’t know, given that you’ve been following me quite closely in the past three years.’’

“You don’t know how much it was killing me not being by your side at all times.’’

“Apparently, not enough.’’

“Will you ever let me off the hook?”

I grinned, snatched my hand away once he didn’t expect it, and placed my thumb underneath his chin, bringing it upward.

Shock flashed behind his eyes, and I tried not to let him see just how nervous I was. Surprisingly, my hands didn’t tremble, and my body remained calm. I didn’t remember ever being this bold with him, given the way he was looking at me.

“Beg.’’

It was a half-joke.

I was aware that there wasn’t a way to dominate Micah this early on. The first thing I wanted to do was mess with his mind. I needed him to regret leaving me alone for such a long time. I needed to see him break before I could mold him into the person I wanted him to be.

So I didn’t expect to see delight written all over his face.

It was unexpectedly arousing.

“Do you want me on my knees?”

I tilted my head to the side, slowly distancing myself from him. This proximity was dangerous. I couldn’t allow him to sway my emotions any longer. It was difficult being able to stand my ground when he gave me a look filled with desire.

On my feet, I slowly started retreating to the room.

“It’s all up to you.’’ I shrugged, acting nonchalant. “But you better make it memorable. Who knows? Maybe I can find someone else who can beg prettier.’’

A low growl rumbled from his chest, eyes narrowing at me. He followed me into the room and slammed the door shut. I didn’t know what to expect next, so I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, somewhere deep inside of me hoping he’d leave the room before my heart burst.