Page 80 of Quarantined
“Yes,” I shout, as I roughly grab her by the elbow and charge back inside the house.
A crowd has already gathered around a badly bruised Asher, who is still lying on the ground. I see a couple of our other friends coming to help him. They know where the first aid kit is, or they can take him to a hospital. I don’t care.
I am sure they all heard the hysteria and figured it out. Mia and Raven are off-limits to those hounds. Everyone knows it. Asher knows it.
They were told a long time ago; this is how it will end if they ever touch Raven or Mia. Those were always the house rules. No one will hold this against me, and Asher knows that he fucked up.
Either way, I am too angry to care about Asher or his feelings. I am shaking, and I can barely steady my temper. I leave Asher to be dealt with by our friends and drag Raven inside.
“We are going upstairs, right now,” I growl in her ear.
Without giving her a chance to respond, I walk with manic speed. She tries to say a few confused words of protest but decides to focus on walking up the stairs in her high heeled shoes.
Within a couple of minutes, we reach the topmost floor of our house.
“Milo, what the hell was that?” Raven starts. I don’t respond as I lead her through the hallway.
“Look, not that it's any of your business, but I think Asher just had a lot to drink and got carried away. You should have respected me enough to let me deal with it,” Raven continues. “Ash is not a bad guy. You know that. You shouldn’t have done that. It was out of line.”
Raven gives out an exasperated sigh. “Can you please speak to me?”
“Don’t ever say his fucking name again,” I turn around and scream so loud that Raven looks terrified. How is that for a response?
I shouldn’t scare her right now, especially after I beat a guy half to death in front of her. But I don’t care. I don't care if he kissed her out of nowhere. She shouldn’t be saying his name or calling him by a nickname likeAsh,as if he has a place in her heart. The thought alone makes me want to go back and murder him. Finish the job I started.
The events from tonight have my mind spiraling. The thought of seeing her with another guy makes me see death.
My decision is made up. Raven is mine and mine only. I will not allow her to keep living in denial. We belong together. She needs to come to the same conclusion.
I wrap my hand around her tiny waist and lead her to my room. I haul Raven inside, closing the door behind us and locking us in. I immediately grab her and push her up against the wall by the door.
“If he even looks at you again, I will kill him. And I will kill any other fucker who ever touches you,” I say quietly, with immense silent anger. Raven stares at me. She knows I mean it.
Raven looks scared but stays put. All of my anger and rage take over, turning into predatory want. Wrapping one hand around her waist, I place another hand on her cheek. I smash my lips onto hers. I am kissing her hard. I don’t give her an inch to doubt this, licking her lips with my tongue.
When she doesn’t open her lips, I place one thumb on her bottom lip, and part them, slipping my tongue in. Her body shakes a little as I explore her with my hand, moving it up the side of her waist. God, I missed this. I missed this so fucking much.
“Milo, stop.” Raven puts her hands on my chest, trying to create distance.
I am having none of that. Grabbing her small hands, I pin them on the wall, as I burn Raven with my eyes. “I am the only one who is allowed to touch you. To feel you. To feel this.”
Raven stays paralyzed. Picking her up, I carry her to the bed. I drop her down and grab at the hem of her dress.
“Milo, I can’t,” Raven shrieks. “I already told you, I can’t do this anymore.”
“For fuck’s sake, Rave. I know Mia gave you a scare, but you can’t pull away like this. We want each other. This is no one else’s business but ours.”
“Milo…”
“Raven, I can’t look at you, be around you, and not be with you. This is torture for me. You are so beautiful. And so perfect. I miss you. I miss being with you. Don’t you miss me?”
“Not like that, I don’t,” Raven looks down and mutters. “I am sorry. I let this go on for too long. This is not just because of Mia. I don’t want you.”
“You do, you are overanalyzing this as you do with everything else.”
“I am not. Get it through your head; this is over.”
“No, it’s not.” I grab her chin and go back to kissing her while slipping off her shoes.
