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I’d scream…
Judging by your dancing, I assume you know how to fuck. That’s gotta get you somewhere in life…
The blow from her foot had shaken me awake, cleared the hatred I was projecting on her.
Blue doesn’t submit.
She fights.
But she’s submitting now, and I can’t figure out why.
I run my hand up the back of her arm, silently begging her to let me do this. I need to do this.
Maybe she is psychic.
Maybe she really can see what’s going on in my head.
Blue lifts her chin, giving me access to her throat, and I plant a gentle kiss to the bruise, knowing the pain she endured, knowing that as the injury heals it’ll become darker before it fades.
“Damon…”
A plea, but for what? Is she just now experiencing the only kindness she’s been shown? Blue is a fighter, and yet, in this, she doesn’t struggle to break away.
One left … Her cheek.
Pushing to my feet, I grab her hands and lift her up.
We stand together staring at each other, her neck craning back due to our height difference. I may tower over her, but she doesn’t feel small.
My fingers slip through her hair, then I turn her face to examine the marks on her cheek. The swelling skin is most evident across the bone and beneath her violet eye.
“He did this,” I say, half question, half statement.
Most likely because of me, because of the shit I was pulling with his business partner. The truth of it hits like knife to the heart.
I did this…
Rage surges like molten lava pouring through my veins.
Just a hallway. That’s all I have to travel to get to him.
“You can kiss me there too. Just there.”
Her words pull me from the edge, and I take the offer, lightly brushing my lips over the swollen skin. I can feel her pulse thudding through her hand. My fingers clench down tighter where I hold it.
“I’ll take the deal,” she says again, her free hand reaching to cup my face. “Do you hear me?”
I do hear her.
But my mind is rushing with too many thoughts to respond in the way she wants.
“We have two options right now.” My voice is barely controlled, the warning clear. “We can either leave this club right now, or I’m about to kill a man.”
She doesn’t argue.
I’m thankful she doesn’t argue.
Any other person might.
