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“Don’t bother looking, Asia, there’s nothing to see,” he says, placing his hand back between my legs and cupping me once more. I move against his hold, out of my mind with need. He allows me a few moments of blissful torment before grasping my hips with his free hand and forcing me to still.
“The decision as to whether I let you come is down to you. Give me something to work with and I’ll give you what you’ve been dreaming of ever since our tussle on the field. Then and only then will I teach you how to fight.”
“I know how to fight. I have no idea why I even came here today,” I bite out, trying not to launch myself at him and kiss him until his mouth is bruised.
“You’re a scrapper, Asia. You’re not a fighter. There’s a difference. Besides, we both know why you came here today, and it has less to do with learning how to fuck up Monk once and for all and more to do with the heat between your legs. So, are you going to share now so I can make you come?”
“No,” I respond reflexively, the word releasing from my lips before I can even think about his offer. It’s a knee-jerk reaction and one I instantly regret.
He lets me go, backing up. “Get out.”
“Wait, what?” I kind of stumble forward, my head all twisted up, my fucking body on fire and my clit throbbing for release. Every single part of meburns. I’ve never,everfelt like this before. Who is this guy?
“You heard me. GET OUT!” he shouts, startling me.
But I don’t move. I can’t.
“Do you have a problem with simple instructions, Asia? I said get the fuck out.” He’s mad. So damn mad, and I have absolutely no idea why. I mean, I do, Iguess. But this seems like so much more than me not willing to tell him a little bit about my past. I don’t understand.
“I don’t understand,” I repeat out loud this time. Shaking my head, I force away these sudden feelings of disappointment and confusion that stirs within me.
I want to come.
I don’t want to leave.
I want him to teach me to fight.
I don’t want to share my past.
Ineedrevenge.
I’m so fucking confused.
“You’re not making any sense.” I take a step towards him. “Finish what you started, Ford.”
Now it’s his turn to deny me. “No,” he bites out, turning his back to me. “You’re not worth the trouble.”
The rage descends.
I don’t know why it happens so suddenly or with such force, but it does. It grips hold of me and forces my feet towards him. Within two strides I’m grabbing his arm and yanking him around to face me. Without a second’s hesitation, I raise my hand and slap him across the cheek as hard as I can. The sound of my palm hitting his skin is deafening, but nowhere near as deafening as the silence that follows. I’m breathing heavily, my body shaking with denied pleasure and pent up emotion. There’s a sudden chill and a darkness in his eyes that makes me regret my actions immediately.
For the first time in a long time, I cower.
“There she is,” he bites out, stalking me.
I back away not understanding what’s happening between us. He’s just flipped on a dime and I have no idea how to handle him.
“That rage you just felt, thatemotion,it makes you weak, Asia. Vulnerable. It will get you killed. You cannot rely on any kind of emotion to win a fight. Do you understand?”
“I’mnotvulnerable. I’mnotweak,” I insist, even though that’s exactly how I feel right now.
“No?” he questions, pressing me back up against the wall, aligning his body perfectly against mine, his hands pinning my arms to my sides. Somehow he’s right. The sudden rage is gone as quickly as it appeared, and I’m left empty, wanting, cut open, raw, helpless.
Bereftsomehow. All of that.
“Tell me one thing,something,” he says, his gaze softening. Not enough to let me really see him, but enough to let me know he isn’t a monster.
“My mother was a heroin addict. When I was born, I was too…” I whisper the words, releasing them before I’d even made a conscious decision to do so.
