Page 44 of Love and War

“What do you mean, what does that meanagain?” Maybe I was dumb, maybe sleep deprived. Lack of sleep and food could do that.

“She dropped him off, and then left. She was in bad shape, and she disappeared. I tried finding her again, but everything was gone. Traffic cameras are blocked. I can’t find her anywhere.”

“That doesn’t make sense, why would she show up and then leave?” Grabbing my phone, I saw there were no missed calls or texts from her.

“She saved Tobias, dropped him off, then left. She didn’t speak to anyone,” Killian nervously told me.

Shooting up, I nearly knocked Killian off his feet. I know pacing isn’t good for me. But for some reason I can’t help it. Salem showed up hurt, apparently bad, and I was asleep. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep; I shouldn’t even be here.

“Aziza, stop. Stop pacing,” I heard Killian say somewhere behind me. But I couldn’t stop moving. If I stopped moving, I’d break, and I couldn’t break.

“Aziza.”

Shaking my head, I kept pacing. I felt his hand on my elbow, jerking me back. My hands landed on his chest; our faces were too close.

“Stop fucking pacing, this isn’t going to do you any good.” Now what he said made sense. I should have agreed. Instead, though, I shoved him away.

“You lost the right to tell me what is and isn’t good for me,” I snapped.

“You think so?”

Hands on hips, I glared at him. “You bet your ass you did.”

“See, that’s where I think you’re wrong.” He stepped towards me.

“I think your opinion doesn’t fucking matter to me!”

“Aziza, that smart mouth of yours.” He stalked towards me, shaking his finger at me. He stepped forward, and my feet moved backwards. “It was always going to get you in trouble. It turns me on so much when you get that certain attitude.”

My back hit the wall, I had nowhere to go. I could’ve screamed for help. I should have. Bracing his arms around my head, he bent down, so we were at eye level.

Those beautiful gray-blue eyes drowning me. I couldn’t catch my breath. he was overwhelming me, just standing here in front of me.

“But right here, right now, is not the time for this attitude you intend to give me. You see, for six years my dick hasn’t been hard. For six years I’ve dreamt of fucking your sweet cunt. Now I did two months ago, just to be told if you ever saw me again, I’d be stabbed.” He smirked. Because I have yet to keep that promise. Maybe, if I tried hard enough, I could grab a pen and do it.

“I see someone forgot their own promise, but that’s okay, moya Printsessa. There’s time for that after because I have plans. I might have walked away first, then you did. And now?” Our noses touched, his lips brushing against mine. “You’re not going anywhere. Neither of us are.”

The overwhelming need to get away overtook my body as I shoved him hard. Thankfully, he moved. It might have been only an inch, but I’d fucking take it. Dashing towards the computer desk, that pen was looking mighty handy now.

Grabbing the pen, Killian grabbed hold of my wrist. “Oh no, baby, we’re not going to do that now. If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you a free shot after.”

This after was beginning to piss me off. Swinging my hand, I tried aiming the pen at his side. Killian was always smarter, and faster than me. I missed by a long shot, and he knocked the pen from my hand.

“Just fucking stop!” I growled.

“Stop what?” he mocked.

It was always a game with him, even now.

“Stop everything, stop talking, stop making me think. My brain hurts, everything fucking hurts, Killian.” I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. My brain was a mess with Salem being hurt. The fact that she’s hiding away from me. With Killian being in my life again, and refusing to give me up now. If that was even what I wanted. I wasn’t even sure.

Suddenly his lips were on mine. My brain shut off, as I knew I should have fought him off. I didn’t. I surrendered, and his tongue slipped between my lips. I melted in his embrace. I was completely gone. His lips were everywhere; it was all I felt. He owned me. Dominated me. Just with a single kiss.

Lifting me off the ground, my legs wrapped around his waist. All I could think about was wanting more. Wanting him inside me. Wanting to feel nothing but him.

I forgot that I missed him controlling me, ordering me around. I missed everything about him. I missed that I could give him my sassy attitude, and he’d turn around and fuck it out of me. He knew me better than I knew myself.

My butt hit the computer desk before I recognized the sound of something crashing. Snapping my head away, I looked down. His computer screens littered the ground, pens everywhere, papers destroyed.

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