I circle him slowly, watching as he mirrors my movements. There’s no erasing the grin on my face when I lunge forward, pretending to try to punch him. He smiles playfully, dodging my fist and stepping away. I try again, merely assessing his speed. He successfully avoids me, but he’s slow—like most people his size. I’ve always had an advantage in fights; I know how to use my size and speed to my benefit.
Jacob jumps a few steps back, putting distance between us, and we start to circle each other again. I take a minute to enjoy the sight of his muscles flexing, his strong thighs decorated with a green dragon on his right leg and an orange tiger on the left. This gives him a perfect opportunity to attack, which he takes, but I dodge his fist easily.
I can’t stop grinning, while he’s nothing but serious. His height doesn’t scare me, neither does the fact that he’s much stronger than me. I’m not intimidated by those dark, evil eyes; I’m turned on by them.
Jacob steps forward and tackles me. I see it coming, but I let him do it. We land on the cold floor, almost crashing against the back of the sectional, where he quickly pins me down. The triumphant smile on his lips is so freaking hot that I almost don’twant to erase it. What I didn’t predict, though, is how heavy he feels on top of me. I’m pretty sure it didn’t feel like this in other circumstances.
He’s really trying to win, it seems. Cute.
One of his hands wraps around my neck, choking me just in the way I like so much. I find myself biting my lower lip without meaning to, aroused by the little violent game we’re playing. We’re both panting and starting to get hard, the heat of our bodies increasing with each passing second. This is no different than what we’ve been doing in bed, and I can tell Jacob already thinks he’s won.
But I’m not submitting. Not tonight.
I shift the folding knife in my hand and open it, slashing the side of his torso quickly. Jacob flinches and lets go of my neck to reach for his waist, touching the superficial cut. The entire room smells of his sweet scent now, although he’s barely bleeding. I didn’t cut deep, of course.
While he’s stuck in confusion, I take the chance to push him off me and roll away. I quickly jump to my feet while he struggles to sit up, digging his fingers into the sectional’s headrest as he leans on it.
“What?!” He looks at me with the most adorable confused expression. At least until his gaze travels to my right hand, landing on the black folding knife and it’s glistening blade stained with his blood. Then he goes rabid. “What the fuck, Damien?!”
Oh, he didn’t like that. Good.
I play with my beloved weapon between my fingers, then throw it in the air and catch it again. “I never fight without my knife.”
“That’s cheating,” Jacob says between clenched teeth. He’s seriously pissed off.
“No, it’s not.” I bat my eyelashes at him. “You’re older, much bigger, stronger, and can turn your fingernails into claws. I just have a tiny knife.”
Jacob’s mouth twitches in anger as he pushes himself to straighten his back. He looks down at his bloody hand, then at the cut that is quickly healing itself with the power of immortal blood. When his gaze meets mine again, the glow in his irises is pure rage.
Yes, darling. Come at me. Give me your worst. I can fucking take it.
There’s no stopping the wide grin that decorates my face with my true colors as I circle the room and play with the knife in my hand. I know exactly what I look like right now, and I also know he’s starting to realize I’m no angel.
A few seconds pass in silence, until Jacob lunges forward again. He’s faster and more aggressive this time, and he lands a punch in my gut. I groan as my breath is taken away and pain shoots through me.
My lower back hits the edge of the dining table, its metal legs making a loud noise as it slides across the floor tiles. I hold on to the back of a chair for stability, digging my fingernails into the leather to mitigate the pain. Jacob doesn’t waste any time hitting me again, this time on my ribs. I’d swear something is broken inside me, but I’m so turned on that I find myself wanting more.
Instead of retaliating, I let him hit me again and again, until we’ve dragged the entire dining set into a corner of the room and my back meets the wall. The unhinged expression on his face has me almost swooning, as if I actually wanted him to tear me apart.
The thoughts that slide through my mind leave my blood turning cold. A strange and sadistic desire to have my bones broken and my flesh cut open. I’ve never gone that far before,but the burning in Jacob’s eyes tells me that he’s more than capable of giving it to me.
He’s finally not holding back, wrapping one of his big hands around my neck and dragging me up against the dark green wall. There’s no ground underneath my feet anymore, and my airways are completely constricted. The familiar type of pain arouses me to no end as I stare back at him, daring him with my grin to go further.
Something in Jacob’s eyes seems to shift. Is it fear? Remorse? I don’t want that. I want this game to continue. I grab his wrist with my free hand and dig my nails into his flesh as hard as I can, grounding him in the moment, letting him know that I haven’t given up. His grip on my throat tightens as I kick my feet and try to wiggle myself free.
Jacob stares at me with a blank expression for a while, unwavering. I’m not sure if it goes on for minutes or mere seconds, but my vision starts to turn black around the edges. The room seems to darken, the warm light of the black chandelier reflecting on the glass of the table in the corner and clouding my vision.
His hand releases me and I fall on my feet, struggling to keep my balance. I’m startled and disoriented by the sudden rush of air, my vision going blurry as I cough and gasp. I’m forced to let my guard down, and gentle, sweet Jacob takes this chance to land the hardest punch in my gut I’ve ever received.
The delicious pain has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I feel my darkness unravel, leaving me completely unhinged as I whine, my naked feet sliding on the cold grey tiles while I struggle to breathe.
This is too good, and I want more.
“Angel?” he asks, his voice cold and tinged with anger like I’ve never heard before.
I cough out a laugh as I force myself to stand straight, gripping my pocketknife so tightly that my knuckles go white. “Never.” My voice comes out as an almost inaudible croak.
His nostrils flare as he takes a step back, putting distance between us so that I can’t reach him with my handy blade. He stumbles on one of the chairs, but quickly kicks it away, making it collide against the wooden kitchen cabinets. There’s a loud crash as a vase that sat on the white countertop lands on the floor, but he ignores it completely, eyes trained on me. Leaning against the wall behind me, I observe him while I take a moment to catch my breath.
