Page 46 of Lust
The insinuation astounded me. She made it sound like I was going to take a hit out on her in order to silence her. “Nothing. I just assumed you don’t want our parents finding out.” I raised my brows, challenging her to refute.
She didn’t respond; her face turned away. It wasn’t lost on me that she hadn’t glanced my way once during the entirety of this conversation. My breathing became labored at the emotional damage I had inflicted on her—on top of the physical—and I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” I said gently.
“Oh? Did you want to take me on a seven-course dinner date before raping me?” she snapped.
“I regret the way… I hate that I hurt you,” I worded carefully. “I was… I was angry last night. The thought of you with that boy...” I closed my eyes.
Fuck.
An irrepressible ire was beating inside my chest, one I couldn’t satiate or quieten. It didn’t stem from hatred, only anger over her damned choice to be with that boy and the temptation she aroused in me.
“I told you how I felt about Tobias, but that didn’t stop you—” I gritted out, unable to finish the thought without losing my mind. “I snapped, okay? As long as you end things with that boy, I’ll keep myself in check.” No matter the case, she would leave him. That much was final.
Sara huffed at my declaration, shaking her head in disbelief. “Thank you for your input in my love life. I’ll take that into advisement.”
God, she wasn’t going to make this easy. Tobias was beneath her, but she refused to see reason. Much too soon, the carnal rage from last night returned at her deplorable stance, one I had barely suppressed for this conversation.
“Whether you like it or not, you’re mine,” I growled. “And that’s all there is to it. Surely, you know me well enough to realize that I don’t share.”
Sara stiffened, eyebrows lowered suspiciously over my usage of continuous tense. When realization dawned on her, she pressed herself further against the wall.
“S-Share… y-you mean… what the fuck?” She ran two frantic hands down her hair. “You plan to do that a-again….” Dread and desperation surrounded her, and she couldn’t finish the sentence.
I took a step toward her. The way her eyes flared with fear, I almost gave up on the idea midway. However, she had to get used to my proximity. I closed the distance between us. “It’ll be okay, Angel—”
Her hand moved in a flash. It was only when my face tilted to the side did I realize the force behind her slap. “If you touch me again or even come near me, I swear to God I’ll chop your fucking dick off.”
All other emotions were tampered down by the abrupt humor in her words, and I had to bite down on a sardonic smile.
I knew it.
I hadn’t broken my little angel. The fire inside her burnt bright. It only solidified my previous conviction that we could find a new normal, one to fit our evolving dynamic.
Anger glinted in her eyes, defiance pulsing in her body language. “And if I were you, I’d tread carefully. Otherwise, I’ll blab to everyone about what you did to me.”
“Will you now?” I asked coldly. “You have worked in that shelter long enough to know that raising hell will only leave you with a target on your back. Not to mention, you’ll also be dragging our parents through the mud, not just me.”
She stared at me ruefully. “Don’t bring them into this. It’ll kill Mom if she finds out.”
“No.Youwill kill Mom if you go public with what happened.”
Sadness coated her beautiful face. “I’d never break her heart like that,” she relented softly, eyes lowered. “But you already knew that.”
Giving her a momentary reprieve, I explained my stance softly. “Sara, listen to me. I don’t want to hurt you. I only want to bewithyou, not force myself on you.”But I will if you don’t agree, I heinously admitted to myself.
“Thanks. That’s comforting to know.”
Irritation surged.Thiswas what I had been reduced to over something I received offers for in plentiful. I only had to go outside for women to kneel before me, begging to pleasure me with their mouth, ass, pussy, anything.
Yet, she looked at me as if the thought of being touched by anyone other than her precious Toby was sickening.
“You don’t have a choice in this matter, Sara.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I have leverage over you,” I responded without an ounce of emotion in my voice. “The shelter,” I added.
