Page 48 of The Devil's Weakness

I let go of the breath I was holding and plop down on the floor. His oversized shirt wafts his scent right up my nose, and I get lost in it. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I cover them with the soft, black fabric and pull my arms inside of it, so all that pokes out is my head.

Like I used to do when I was a…little girl.

I close my eyes and picture his hand on my lip, tugging it down and opening my mouth to him.

No!

I force my eyes back open. I can’t allow myself to become one of those mindless bimbos who lose themselves the moment they fuck a guy.

No matter how good his dick felt, twitching inside of me.

The longer I think about it, the less I’m able to sit still. There is a throbbing between my legs that’s begging for a touch that only he can provide. I don’t even move when I hear the lock turn this time. I’m buried under a massive cluster of thoughts and emotions, pacing the cell and wearing a path in the concrete.

“Sasha.”

He breaks through my thoughts, and my head snaps toward him.

Fuck. I didn’t want to acknowledge him. Seeing him again, realizing that if he told me to lie down so he could fuck me one more time, I would do it. The thought has me seeing red.

“What the fuck do you want? Have you come to take care of your ‘pet’?” I lift my hands so I can drive my sarcasm home by using real air quotes. “I’ll admit, I wasn't sure what being ‘yours’ entailed, but I sure as fuck didn’t think it would be you keeping me locked up like a damn animal! If this is how you treat your ‘belongings,’ I don’t want any part of it.”

Too many air quotes, Sasha. Reel it in.

“I’m sorry I did what I did,” he begins. “I know it wasn’t the correct way to handle what happened, but I was scared.”

“Yeah, right.”

I’m not letting him feed me some line of bullshit and sweep what happened under the rug like it was nothing.

“I’m serious. I wasn’t thinking when I said what I said.”

So, hedoesn’twant me?

Don’t you dare be upset about that, Sasha.

But I am, and it pisses me off. I shoot daggers at him.

“Wait, that’s not what I meant. Yes, Iwantyou.Sofucking bad. Youaremine.”

I cross my arms to try to hide the small amount of relief that I feel at his apology.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“What I meant was, when I told you to go back in there. That was a dick move, and if I could take it back, I would in a heartbeat. I needed to speak with Stone about us, though. After everything you’ve been through, I didn’t want you anywhere near him when I did it.”

I don’t answer him mostly because I’m not sure what would come out of my mouth if I did.

“I could have asked you to stay down here instead of making you. I’m sorry.”

I’m not ready to make amends with him.

I shouldn’t;ever.

But I do want to know what he said and how Stone reacted. I can't imagine it went over very well.

“What did he say?”

Blade exhales loudly, rubbing the back of his neck.

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