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“I hate you right back.”

But that wasn’t true anymore, was it. I hated that I wanted her. I hated that I recognized in her someone who could not just withstand me, but fit into the mold with me to be reformed as something new. Improved.

Twice as lethal and twice as strong.

It’d been there from the start, her spark. I thought it would be the end of us, but I was wrong. She was the ember that would ignite us, spurring us into a forest fire that would eat all our enemies away, render them to ashes. We would burn together.

She was the catalyst we’d been waiting for.

My Sparrow reached down between us, pulling and tearing at my dark denim jeans, trying to get my cock free and failing miserably. Even just the brush of her fingers there made me convulse withneed.

I thrust her against the wall, no, the mirror, and it cracked. The narrow shelf beneath was covered in pots of dark and light makeup and I bent, clutching her to me to swipe everything onto the floor before dropping her on the ledge of the high shelf, pulling her shirt the rest of the way off to reveal a threadbare bra beneath.

We’d have to fix that.

I curled my index finger beneath the connective bit of cloth between her tits and ripped hard, the whole thing coming free with barely any force.

Her nipples were so hard for me. Breasts swollen and perky and begging to be worshipped.

“You’re going to pay for that,” she hissed, clutching the ledge of the shelf to keep from being pulled off. My dark makeup smudged all over her cheeks and down the slope of her nose.

“That’s the plan.”

A tentative smirk played at the edge of her mouth, and I kissed it, breathing in her scent. So sweet but with a smooth edge like fresh tobacco smoke or musk. I couldn’t get enough of that smell. It was why I kept one of her shirts in the top drawer of my dresser, the urge to steal it having come over me in a way that I’d never experienced before. I just knew that I wanted something ofhers. To touch when I wanted. To breathe in when I wanted. A part of her that I could control.

I sighed as the drug of her settled into my veins, getting me high.

Nothing beat the real thing.

Her fingers were surer now when they reached for the front of my jeans, jerking me closer. The top button popping easily now. The zipper racing down.

Fuck.

I gripped her hand, stopping her, and her lips froze on mine before pulling away.

“There won’t be any going back after this,” I warned her, unable to look her in the eyes. It was the truth, and she deserved to be able to make this call.

If we crossed this line, she would belong to me, and I wouldneverlet her go.

I could feel the beast in me swelling, taking over. Promising a possession so fierce there was no way I’d ever temper it. No point in even fighting it. She would be mine.

Ours.

She reached forward and clutched my chin, dragging my gaze up to hers. My nostrils flared as I let her see the agony there. The pain I kept pushed down so deep that sometimes I could forget it was even there.

It was, though. Always had been. I didn’t think there could ever be anyone I could share that with. Nor anyone else I could want to be responsible for aside from my chosen family.

But I would do it for her. If she would have me.

Please have me.

Her jaw clenched, and I braced for rejection, pulling my face from her hand, but she didn’t let me go so easily.

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” she said. “And a big part of me still wants to slit your throat…”

I snorted.

“But there’s a bigger part that…” She trailed off, and the hope taking root in my chest hurt more than any pain ever could.

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