Page 57 of Blazing Desires
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, love.”
I reach for her arm, but she flinches. It rips out my heart and causes my anger at the men who made her scared all the time to flare. I go still, holding my hands where she can see them, and speak to her softly.
“Davina, I’m not going to hurt you, baby. I wasreallyfucking enjoying that, but I don’t want you to think it’s all I want you for.”
Her eyes flick to mine, hope and apprehension lining her face. I open my arms to her.
“Come here, love.”
She hesitates for a moment before slowly crawling over to me and settling herself in my lap. I wrap my arms around her in a tight hug, her hands circling my waist while she buries her face into my neck. We stay like that for a while, holding each other. I hope she can feel the love I have for her, and how much I care for her.
Her stomach grumbles softly, I pull back from her and smooth her hair away from her face. I press a soft kiss to her lips and rub my nose with hers.
“Let’s get you some breakfast, my love.”
We leave the bed and pull the rest of our clothes on. I let her use the bathroom first and once we’ve both brushed our teeth, we make our way through the house together to the kitchen. I pick out the ingredients for pancakes and place them on the counter.
Davina is sitting on the dark brown stool tucked under the island with her arms resting on the off-white, quartz countertop. My black hoodie swallows most of her hands and petite frame, she looks so good in my clothes. I might never let her wear anything else.
Calm down, psycho!
I shake my head to clear it of the possessive thoughts she elicits in me and go back to my task. I heat a pan and wait for it to warm.
“Maple syrup or chocolate chip?”
Her eyes sparkle in delight as a blush spreads over her cheeks, drawing my attention to the bruises and a cut covering her cheeks. She looks like she’s been through hell but still manages to look beautiful. One cheek has a fading bruise that is turning a nasty yellow colour whilst the other is home to a slice from the glass her father broke.
Her soft voice breaks me from the imagery I’m painting of me killing her father with my bare hands. I’d do it painfully slow, making sure he feels every single thing I do to him.
“Chocolate chip, please.”
I smile at her, “Coming right up, my love.”
We eat our pancakes sitting at the island together. She compliments me on how good they are, and I would think she was simply being polite, except her plate is now empty along with mine.
“Thank you, Blaze.”
“You’re most welcome, love.”
I pick up our plates and kiss her on the head as I walk by to clean up. She offers to help but I tell her to keep her perfect butt seated.
“I’ve got some stuff I need to do today, Mea Divina. Make yourself at home but stay away from the windows and don’t leave the house. Not without me anyway, okay?”
A crease forms between her brows as her face twists into confusion.
“You’re letting me roam the house?”
“Yeah. Like I said, make yourself at home. I’ll be in my office looking for other ways to make your father pay.” I growl.
“You’re leaving me alone?” she breathes.
It hits me, that I’ve just put her in the same position she was in before. Left alone while everyone else got to be involved in the bigger picture.
I’m so fucking dumb.
“You ca?—”
She cuts me off with a question, “What did you mean by looking for other ways to make my father pay?”
