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“He let me use his old cane if I promised not to break it.”
“Pretty sure you break everything you touch,” I comment. Her smile drops, but she immediately forces it back into place. However, any light that was previously in her eyes has dissipated, and nowIfeel like the thief.
An apology is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back. I fell for her tricks and took pity on her before; I refuse to fall for it again.
Instead of responding, she quietly gets to work on constructing her spear. I cross my arms, unable to pull my gaze away from her, no matter how hard I try.
There's an entire ocean before me that deserves my reverence, yet all I want to do is give it to her.
And nothing… nothing has made me angrier.
She snaps me out of my turmoil when she thrusts the spear into the air with a triumphantaha!
“I am a master inventor, and now I will be a master spearfisher,” she declares with a grin.
I really want to do something to her right now, but she's got me too fucked up to figure out what.
Keeping my expression blank, I watch her waddle back into the water, her tanned skin stark against the murky blue surface.
“Now to find the fish,” she murmurs to herself, a determined pinch between her brows as she chews her bottom lip.
Her eyes widening is my only warning before she sends the pointed end of the spear into the water, a battle cry echoing across the waves.
“Oh, I so fucking got you.”
Her shoulders droop when she lifts the spear and finds that she did not, in fact, get the fish.
I can't control a fraction of a smile from emerging, delighting in how her stare darkens when she glimpses it and sees how cruel it is.
She turns away, her muscles tense as she searches for a new victim.
I want to make her feel worse.
“You're going to stab your own foot before you catch a fish.”
“I've been doubted my entire life, dude. I'm capable of more than you think.”
I hum, slowly approaching her, intoxicated by the way her muscles ripple. She knows who the real predator is, and it's not the one clutching a weapon for dear life.
I press into her back, and she stiffens further.Brushing my mouth over the shell of her ear, I whisper, “I know exactly what you're capable of. But you haven't managed to escape me yet,bella ladra.You're not as good at running as you think.”
She lifts her head, her blonde curls brushing against my nose. She smells of the ocean, and I fucking hate it. It's my favorite scent, and she doesn't deserve to wear it.
“You're not as good at many things as you think you are.”
The implication is loud, and I'm happy to let her make assumptions. Truthfully, Sawyer could make me come with a single look.
Even still, I'm being honest. She's a fucking godsend when it comes to sucking my cock, but she can't lie to save her life. Now that I can look beyond the cloud of lust, I see everything she doesn't say. She thinks she's good at what she does, but really, she's only made it this far by dumb luck. And based on her circumstances, that shit has run dry.
“I will stab you. Get away from me,” she bites out, her tone colored with hurt.
“No.”
She hisses between her teeth, only I continue before she tries to prove a point that she'd really regret.
“There's something right at your feet. Let's see if you can do one thing right, aside from ruining lives.”
A strong gust of wind whips through her hair, sending the tangled curls over her face. My fist tightens, ignoring the urge to gather it in my hand and use it to hold her still while I fuck her mouth.
