Page 213 of Mayhem and Minnie

Stunned, she falls on her ass. Finally, she brings her teary eyes to mine.

“How could you?” she asks again.

My nostrils flare as I crouch next to her. Grabbing her chin between two fingers, I stare into her eyes and ask, “You still love him, don’t you?”

She doesn’t answer.

“You do. I can see it in your eyes.”

Again, she doesn’t answer.

She looks at me with a mutinous expression, her lips pressed together in animosity.

“Do you love me, Minnie?”

Something flickers in her eyes.

“Do you love me?” I repeat.

“Do you think you deserve it after what you’ve done?” she retorts, her voice dripping with disgust.

“Ah, but you see, you’ve just proven me right. You’re not over him. And you can’t even bring yourself to tell me you love me.”

Her lips pull back and she bares her teeth at me.

“You don’t deserve my love,” she spits out.

“Really?” I raise a mocking brow. “And he does? And he fucking does?” I yell as I grab a piece of his scalp and crumble it in my fist.

Her expression slowly morphs from one of disgust to one of determination as she pushes me back.

She’s strong, I’ll give her that.

The power of her blow sends me back reeling, and I fall on my back.

Before I can gather my bearings to react, she’s on top of me, straddling my hips. She scratches and bites me as she screeches like a fucking banshee.

“Fuck you, Marlowe! Fuck you!” she cries out, even going so far to use that word she doesn’t approve of.

She drags her nails across my neck. They’re sharp enough to break the skin, and blood flows to the surface.

“Fuck you!” She continues to yell, hitting and slapping me.

It hurts. But it hurts fucking good. And in spite of her anger, I know she could put more force into her blows. With her powers, she could punch a fucking hole through me, yet she doesn’t.

And that gives me some hope.

Her squirming on top of me also gives me a boner, which, all things considered, it’s quite fucked up. Then again, I am a fucked-up bastard.

Oh, I’m still angry as fuck about her reaction to Lucien, but I’m also getting turned on by this savage side of her.

“Fuck you, Marlowe! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

I grab her hands.

“Yes, fuck me, Minnie. At least then I’ll have the one thing you didn’t give to saint Lucien,” I yell at her.

Her eyes widen, and I take advantage of her momentary distraction to reverse our position. I turn her on her back and loom over her.

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