Note : From here onwards there will be quite a few mature scenes. # WARNING FOR INNOCENT PEOPLE #
I shook her shoulder, making sure not to wake my son, and she came awake with a start. "Get up, put him down; we need to talk." I left the room with no doubt that she'd do my bidding and waited outside in the hallway until she joined me. "Outside!" I might end up yelling at her, and I didn't want to wake the twins if it came to that.
She followed me out to the garden wordlessly with her head down, and I gritted my teeth. This shit was beginning to grate on my nerves. When we first met, I found her shyness cute, even sexy.
But now that I know that that shit was just a facade to draw me in, seeing her like this makes me want to scream like a lunatic at her for acting like a damsel in distress .
There's no way on earth I'll ever believe in that shit again. No one as innocent as she pretended to be could've done the shit she did to me. So she was a virgin the first time we fucked, so what? She could've been saving that shit for the highest bidder; she wouldn't be the first. Women have been selling their virginity for centuries.
I calmed down enough to look back at her without the urge to do murder. "Tell me, why did you leave here with my child inside of you? Mom seems to think you might have a legit reason; I personally think you're just a conniving bitch who took me for what you wanted and bounced. So let's hear it."
If I hadn't been watching her, I wouldn't have seen the different emotions that once again flitted across her face. Fear, dread, remorse, resignation, and then…anger.
She turned and headed for the door. "Oh no, you fucking don't." I didn't mean to touch her. Never had any intentions of ever doing that shit again.
But without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her arm to keep her from walking away; her soft, warm arm. Like some jackass, that was all that it took to feel all sorts of desire for her . That, and the fact that she had the nerve to walk away from me in the face of my anger.
"How dare you?" I'd pulled her back around, and we were now facing each other, both of us breathing hard and fast.
I know why I was breathing like that, but what was her excuse? What the fuck does she have to be angry about? I would've let her go, at least release her arm. But she had the audacity to glare up at me defiantly. Not even when we were on our best terms could she get away with that shit. "Oh, you wanna play?"
(Don't do it, Cadmus).
That little voice in my head was ringing the alarm, but it was too damn late for that. I'd treated her with kid gloves before, pandered to her shy as fuck scared of the world nature, and look where that got me. I pushed her back against the garden wall and towered over her, giving her one last chance to wipe that look off her face, and the fool had the nerve to defy me with the same damn look again.
I dropped her arm and wrapped my hand around her throat, tilting her head back none too gently. "That's better." I wanted her fear, wanted her to know that she'll never get the chance to walk all over me again. My reason for lowering my head and sealing her lips with mine? I'm not sure, but I'm positive that it has nothing to do with desire.
That fucking jolt to the system was still the same, and I hated her for it. That's why I deepened the kiss, made it harder, punishing, as I pressed my body into hers for the first time in two years.
Fuck me; I almost went up in flames. She's so soft, so giving. It's as if the time had not passed.