Page 10 of Sinful Addiction
From her hooded eyes I can tell she’s taking me in too.
“See something you like?”In the past I would have her up against the nearest surface ready to taunt.Now, I can’t get the image of Lacey out of my head.
This bitches tongue rolls over her top lip.
“Careful, darlin’, you’ll start drooling if you keep staring like that.”
A slap comes to my face fast and hard.
My eyes turn to stone.
Cold.
Calculated.
Ready to discipline.
“Antonio?”
My head spins when I hear the strain in Lacey’s normally angelic voice.
I’m up and out of my seat, knocking the other woman off balance causing abusive vile language to leave her mouth.
I ignore the scene I’ve caused because I have eyes for only one.“You’re coming with me.”In one swift motion, Lacey is over my shoulder.I have to cover her ass with my palm so no man gets a chance to see what’s mine under her little dress.
I stalk through the building with purpose as she kicks and screams in protest.I don’t give a fuck if I’m making a scene.She’s the only person I want to be around right now.The only person who can calm the rage.
We reach the elevator just as the door opens, and I push past everyone waiting to get in.No one dares to cross the threshold when I turn and bare my teeth.
I keep her over my shoulder the whole ride up.
“Put me down!”she screeches while incessantly clawing at my back.
“No.”I’m in no mood to be told what to do.I want a distraction and I need it to be Lacey.“You have no idea what you walked into just then.That woman was all over me like a fucking whore.She slapped me.She touched something that doesn’t belong to her, and you stopped me from doing something immoral.Can’t you see the effect you have on me?If it was anyone else who was in your place, I wouldn’t have stopped.I would have slit the bitch for putting her unwanted hands on me.I didn’t, though.Because of you.You’re messing with my head.”
In the mirror, she’s staring back over my shoulder with a blank expression I can’t read.She’s not showing any fear, gratification, humor or arousal.I can’t see any of it.She’s just… staring vacantly at me.
I wait for a different reaction.Anger, sympathy, understanding and none of those arise.Still with the blank, wide-eyed ghosting.
I throw my arm up and she flinches.There it is.I put her back on her feet then proceed to move toward her slowly, stalking her like I know she gets off on.My pixie girl loves the attention.She thrives off the intensity of our connection.
The moment the doors open she runs down the short corridor.I’m hot on her heels as she tries to get away from me.The chase does little to discourage me, especially when she unlocks her door too slow, allowing me to follow her inside her suite.
“Are you jealous, pet?”Her eyes turn into slits, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head.“You are, aren’t you.You’re jealous that whore had her fake tits all over me.Do you think her cunt was as wet as yours is now?”
It’s like I’m watching a film unravel.Every emotion I was expecting except gratitude and acceptance—they were a long shot—show their gorgeous head and what a sight they are.
“Pet,” I rumble low.
“No–” she repeats a handful of times.“No more names.No more thinking you own me.No more sex.I no longer want any part of this twisted non-relationship.Forget me, Antonio.It’s over!”I don’t like that she’s crying.In fact, she confuses my anger with thinking I'm mad at her.
“I honestly don’t understand why I continue to let myself fall into a false sense of hope with you.We promised each other we wouldn’t become attached and here we both are.I can’t stop myself when I’m around you.You’re not good for me, Antonio, so why do I want you so badly?”
Both of our chests heave as I figure out how to fix this.Her words drive me to try harder, dig deeper into the darkness that houses my feelings.I don’t know what else to say.She’s affecting me more than I ever thought possible.How wrong was I to assume it had anything to do with downstairs.It has everything to do with me not being man enough to claim her once and for all.
“Stay.”
“No.”