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Chapter 23
Liam
My hand was itching and twitching, craving the feel of cold steel and a trigger on the edge of my index finger. There were already images of myself coating the damn bullet with my saliva dancing around in my mind so that it would poison him quicker than it took for him to bleed out from it.
To say I couldn’t bear watching Jamie dancing in that fucker’s arms was an understatement. Seething didn’t even come close to the state I was in as I watched them glide around the dance floor.
So getting the fuck out of there was my top priority. Bathing Jamie in me was a close second.
I led her through the party, my hand on the small of her back, not stopping for anyone, taking her straight to the safety of the limo that was already waiting outside.
We drove back in silence with our fingers intertwined. That was the lifeline of peace I needed to reel me back from the depths of my direness. I was listing all the things I wanted to do to Jamie once we got to the hotel, if she’d let me get close enough, as I watched the city go by in a blur through the window. Suddenly, I was being pulled out of depravity by my phone buzzing with a text.
Matt: We need to talk. Call me ASAP. The Commission is meeting tomorrow.
I turned the screen down, ignoring him. That specific topic had me on edge, but I couldn’t give in to it tonight. I didn’t want to know what the damn peace proposition was because something in me told me it would come at my expense.
Once we got to the hotel, I accompanied Jamie to her room, the lingering thoughts about what Matt wanted to tell me pulling me back to reality each step we took.
Who was I kidding?
I was a lost cause, and I couldn’t force that fate upon another. I couldn’t condemn Jamie to a life of death and corruption. I couldn’t drown her with my constant shadows.
She would be consumed.
Too easily consumed.
The danger that lurked in every corner of my life, of me, was too great and too final to expose such an angel to.
Jamie opened the door to her room, leaving it wide for me to follow. I watched as she sat on the chair, fiddling with her necklace, oblivious to the invisible line at the threshold that kept me from following her. I was debating if I could or even should cross it. I wouldn’t leave without a piece of her soul if I did.
“It’s late, we have an early flight tomorrow morning. You should get some sleep.” I said, my hands balancing me on the door frame, my brain keeping me outside while my body pulled me in.
“Oh, umm… okay.” There was painful resignation in her voice. My rejection slashing her to the point where she couldn’t even look at me. “See you tomorrow.” She finished, her voice struggling not to break.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
That was a sound I couldn’t bear to hear. It tore reason to shreds, propelling my feet towards her to burn every feeling of pain she ever had into ashes and distant memories.
There were tears behind her eyes, I could see them in her reflection in the mirror as I got close. I was the fucker who had put them there. She was finally taking me, accepting every damn thing that I was, and again I was pulling back.
But did I have any other choice? What pain would be greater? Today’s or the one down the road after she’d had a taste of my poison?
My mind wasn’t in sync with my body, and my hand was now pulling her hair away from her neck, giving way for my mouth to settle on her skin.
I wanted nothing more than to carve my teeth into her flesh. Mark her, claim her as mine for every damn soul to see she was taken by a sinner.
But Jamie was too pure to be stained that way. Too tender.
I tasted her skin, my lips tracing small kisses all the way from her shoulder to her neck and up towards her ear.
Send me away, Jamie.
The words wouldn’t budge from the tip of my tongue, especially now that I was having a mouthful of her. I pulled her earlobe into my mouth, slowly sinking my teeth into it, my fingers tightening their grip around her arms as I steadied her.
Jamie’s shallow breaths were a whisper against my cock. I could feel each and every stifled moan as if they were being released right onto it. My hunger grew wilder at her willingness and my hand wrapped around her hair, pulling on it for better access to every sensitive spot.
I was ravenous, feasting on her between full, opened-mouth kisses and firm bites. I needed to consume her, inhale her, claim her. This would never be enough.
