Well, obviously! Duh—
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. “There’s something I want to do.” I can’t stop myself from grinning as Jacob raises his eyebrows at me. “Let’s fight.”
He chuckles, looking way more amused than he should. “Fight? You wanna fightme? Honey, you’re strong, but that’s not enough to take me down . . .”
My eyes almost light up with excitement as I think about my next words. “If you’re so sure you’ll win, let’s make a bet. Shall we?”
“Okay. What’s the prize?” Jacob’s smile widens. He’s so beautiful, so confident. I can’t wait to watch him crumble.
I push my curls back with my free hand, looking up right into his eyes. He doesn’t feel threatened, which makes me huff out a laugh. “Whoever wins the fight gets to top tonight.”
For a minute, he seems startled. All wide-eyed and parted lips. Is he going to refuse? I don’t even know if he’d be willing to bottom, honestly. It never came up in our conversations, or during our many violent encounters during the past week.However, he just starts laughing softly, dark eyes fixed on mine, filled with amusement.
“Sure, honey.” Jacob shrugs, pointing towards the metal stairs behind us.
I take the lead, climbing them before him. The staircase is loud underneath our feet as he follows me closely, and I can hear him chuckle. My heart skips a beat at the excitement of what I’m going to do to him. I’ll tear him apart, but I’ll make it up to him. A grin appears on my lips as soon as he closes and locks the apartment door. My body is aching for this.
“Clothes off,” I say, making Jacob look over his shoulder and raise an eyebrow at me. “We’re fighting skin to skin.”
I take off my tank top, quickly unbuckle my belt, and kick off my sneakers. While I take off my jeans, I grab my folding knife from its pocket and hide it in my fist. When I’m done, I’m only wearing my black briefs, and Jacob hasn’t moved an inch. His elegant silhouette dressed in all black is like a shadow against the white of the door.
“Well? Come on,” I urge him, my grin widening as I squeeze the knife in my hand.
I’m not cheating, by the way. We never agreed tonotuse weapons.
Jacob snaps out of his little state of shock and walks past the tan leather sectional to stand before me, slowly unbuttoning his black shirt. I stare at him hungrily while he strips; he’s so freaking handsome. I can’t wait to cut through his many tattoos, to draw blood from his perfect body. He’s never going to forget this night. Me either, probably.
“Choose a safe word,” he says, taking off his boots and black trousers. I laugh out loud at his innocence, making him stop and glare at me with exasperation. “I mean it, Damien.”
“I don’t need a safe word.” I take a few steps closer, teasing him. I’m really enjoying how over-confident he is. “But if you want one for yourself, I’ll let you have it.”
“No, honey.” He drops his boots on the tiled floor and looks down at me. He’s so tall and imposing, with that perfect body and flawless olive skin covered in ink. I wanna eat him. “If we’re going to do this, we need safe words. I need to know when to stop if you change your mind.”
“You’re not gonna kill me, Jacob. I don’t want a fucking safe word, I want you to come at me with all your might.”
There’s a whole lot of doubt in his eyes. He probably doesn’t understand me, and I can’t blame him. I’m addicted to blood and violence. There has always been a desire for it in the depths of my mind. Now that I’m a vampire, my twisted desires have mingled and merged with my hunger. My demons are too excited to fight one of my own kind.
“I’m not fighting if you don’t pick a safe word, Damien. I’m serious,” he insists, and I can’t help but roll my eyes.
What a party pooper, seriously.
I sigh. “Fine, my safe word is ‘angel.’” Jacob raises an eyebrow, as if he wasn’t expecting it. “What? It’s something I wouldn’t normally say. Now you pick one.”
Fucking stupid safe words. They’re pointless. You’re either all in, or you’re not. Those are my rules.
“Alright, mine is ‘underworld,’” he says casually, before turning and pushing the sectional and coffee table closer to the TV that hangs in front of them.
There’s a short silence while I stare at him, tilting my head to the side. “Like that old vampire movie with the hot chick?” I laugh, because it’s freaking ridiculous. He totally caught me off guard.
Jacob stops in his tracks, his fingers digging into the leather of the closest armchair, the one he was moving towards the door.“No, that’s not why . . .” He shakes his head and continues with his task of clearing the center of the room for us.
Well, that certainly sparks my curiosity. But I don’t let myself get distracted. Now’s not the time to get wrapped in conversation.
It’s showtime, darling.
“Alright, Jacob,” I say, my entire body crackling with a kind of electricity that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Shall we start?”
“Just remember your safe word—angel.” Jacob’s dark eyes assess me. He’s so hot when he concentrates. And he’s so certain that he’ll win.
