Page 12 of Psychological War

From the moment he saw her, he wanted her, wanted to take care of her. I had no idea if it was love, or what it was exactly. Mila, it took a little bit for her to warm up, but that was understandable with her background. She went through hell but looking at her now you’d never know that.

Even dealing with me, I put her through hell. I hated her for just being there. But once I finally tried to give her a chance, I somewhat accepted her. More like I just dealt with her.

Turning around I headed for the door and took the stairs down to another door that led outside. Stepping outside, the alleyway was barely lit, and I was expecting not to see anyone. But as soon as I looked left, I noticed two average-sized figures staring down at a much smaller one.

At first, it appeared like they were all drunk until the one closest to me, standing on the right, went to grab the smaller one. They punched the guy in the face causing him to yell in pain, most likely breaking his nose from the sound of his gurgling howl. Stepping forward, I watched as they both went to charge at the smaller one. The smaller figure grabbed hold of the first one, ramming their head into the wall, and they fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The other one cursed rushing forward with no regard; she just knocked his buddy out without an ounce of care. Just as he reached her she kicked her leg out.

I winced as her platform shoes connected with his junk. Gripping my balls with my hands, I cringed just imagining what he was feeling.

The moment his hands dropped from her shoulders, she grabbed hold of his head, ramming her knee into his face. And he dropped to the ground.

Fuck I was getting hard just watching her beat these two shits. It wasn’t the first time watching someone inflict pain caused my cock to react.

I stepped close enough that I could get a good look at who she was. I took in her tight black leather pants, fitting tightly around her ass. It was nice and round. I never was much of an ass man, but she had a great one. Her boots were chunky, and did not look easy to walk in. Glancing up at her shirt, her back was bare. Even in the dimly lit alleyway I could see faint white scars.

I found myself wanting to run my hand over her back, to feel if they were rough or soft.

I was staring so hard that I didn’t notice the moment she turned around. Sucking in a breath, I thought, god damn.

She was breathtaking.

Gorgeous.

Her hair was midnight black, parted down the middle, pin straight that hung over her shoulders. Fuck her eyes.

I couldn’t look away from those bright blue eyes, cobalt blue. Piercing. Her eyes were pure distraction.

She had faint white scars running down that beautiful right eye. Scanning over her, a large white and red scar stood out against her throat. Like someone tried slicing her throat, but it wasn’t deep enough to actually kill her.

Standing this close I could finally see how tiny she was. Her heels helped a little. But she was still extremely tiny, the top of her head barely reaching my chest. She was slim, with small hips, and a small waist and chest. I had more than a hundred pounds on her, more than double her size.

Her head cocked to the side as she stared right back at me. No fear as she studied my own face. Not many could look me right in the eye, but her. This tiny girl held zero emotions.

“You’re a tiny thing, aren’t you?” I found myself saying.

I watched her move slightly, taking a fighting stance. Her head was still cocked to the side. In a blink of an eye, she swung her fist connecting with the side of my face. Damn, I could feel the bruise already forming on my cheek. She threw one hell of a punch.

Snapping my head back up at her, I was able to block her next swing. Grabbing onto her wrist, she brought her knee up aiming for my dick. Swinging her around her back went against my chest. I got a good amount of her hair in my face, and I could smell vanilla and mint. She was intoxicating.

Distracting.

“You’re good, but I think I’m better,” I mumbled into her ear. I never really taunted my prey in the open, it wasn’t my style. I liked taunting them in my controlled environment.

Which was my mistake. She rammed her head back, my grip loosening around her. That allowed her to rip herself from me, I didn’t have time to think about the fact that my nose was either broken again, or severely hurt.Her body slammed me onto the ground, her legs on either side of my head. Her warm pussy rested against my throat.

I shouldn’t be hard, but fuck this woman was making me want things I shouldn’t want from someone who, from the looks of it, wanted to kill me. She leaned down, coming closer to my face. I don’t know why I didn’t move. I just laid there and let her study me. We both couldn’t look away from each other.

“Who are you?” I muttered.

She continued looking at me, not speaking. Not even when the two men behind us began groaning, slowly waking up.

I looked up at her scar across her throat and wondered if maybe she couldn’t speak. “Can you speak?” I blurted out. I couldn’t explain the tugging at my chest wondering if in fact she couldn’t talk. If that mark on her throat stopped me from being able to hear her voice.

She nodded her head, her brows furrowed. Her grip was slowly loosening around my neck, and I still didn’t move. Is this what Dimitri felt when he looked at Mila? This definitely wasn’t love, it couldn’t be. I didn’t love her. Plus, I mean I just met her. But she was nothing like anyone I had ever meant. It was… weird.

I don’t know how long had passed, both of us staring at each other. Studying. Neither of us were moving, only the sound of our breathing, the two men groaning.

“Did they try to hurt you?” I finally asked. I don’t know why I wanted to know. But that tugging at my heart continued. My brain told me not to care, but that beating organ in my chest didn’t get the memo.