Page 6 of Ex-Mas
Adrian
Humans are always so black and white. I’d know, I was one of them not long ago. But now that I am what I am, I know there can be peace amongst chaos.
For years now, I’ve only felt three things: lust, pain and boredom. I was angrier than hell when I died and found myself trapped at the scene of the crime without her, but that faded over time. Everything faded. The good, the bad. It all stopped meaning anything. Yet since the moment she summoned me, I’ve felt things I never thought I’d experience again.
Anger. Desire. Guilt.
No. I won’t feel guilty for bringing her here. I won’t let her get to me with thosebeautiful eyes, the ones I melted for in a past life, the ones that had me caving on fucking Christmas of all days to put my spite aside and try to make her smile. I won’t let her long salt-and-pepper hair, her tattoos, her freckles, or her stupid nose rings suck me back in. Who needs three of them anyway? The septum was enough, she didn’t need to add dainty, adorable little hoops to both nostrils.
Fucking hell, I was stupid for this girl. Maybe I still am.
She killed me, set me up for the life I live now, and I was positive I’d do the same to her if we ever crossed paths again.
But here we are, and she wants to know where this fucked-up road is taking us.
“I guess we’ll see.”
“I guess we will.” She avoids my gaze again as she takes the bottle from my hands and drinks. “So who else haveyoufucked?”
She’s angry too, but her sass has always made my dick hard, especially when she’s jealous. “If you want names, we’ll be here for a while.”
In truth, it’s only been her. Yeah, I’m in Hell listening to fucking Mariah Carey until the end of time, but it hasn’t been all bad. I can create my own illusions, and although Iusually fuck her covered in her own blood, it’s still only her. I kind of hate her for that, too.
“Are you afraid we don’t have enough time?” she quips. “Or were you thinking we’d spend our days just languishing together as you remind me how old I am and how excellent my aim is?”
I want to fuck her so bad I hear the glass crack under my grip, but I refrain. I meant what I said, she will beg for it first. “Excellent? Look at how jagged this scar is, woman.”
She flinches, looking away quickly. “Right. Well, your door-opening skills weren’t any fucking better.”
“That lock was fucked up and you know it,” I argue, grabbing her chin so she can’t escape. “You could have warned me. Said fuckinganythingbefore you slashed my throat.” My grip tightens on her jaw, but I hold back my strength. “I wanted to marry you.”
Lysandra’s entire body tenses. “Bullshit. We were together for two years and you never talked about wanting more.” She struggles against my grip, going limp when she realizes she can’t. She’ll never be able to hurt me again. “And you could’ve called first.Texted. Knocked. Something other than just barging in at fucking midnight. This wasn’t all on me.”
I release her, pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t immediately move away. “What do you think your present was?”
She scoffs, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one leg. Some people might think she’s just standoffish or being a bitch, but I know her. That’s the pose she takes when she tries to hide how sad she is, like a little sassy body language can make people forget she’s human too. “Yeah, okay.”
She would have said yes. I see it as clear as day on her face, and I hate the way it makes me feel inside. “You can stab me all you want here, it won’t change a thing. You’re mine for eternity regardless.”
“Good, then give me a knife.”
Calling her bluff, one appears between two of my fingers, the blade swinging in front of her, but I realize a second before she reaches it that she doesn’t want it for me.
She thinks she can escape the old fashioned way.
Just as she plunges it toward herself, I grab her wrist and yank back, a sinister laugh leaving me. Whatever the fuck I’m feelinginside for her, I’m not the same man I was. I like this game. “Bad girl.”
In a flash, I’ve got her pinned down on my bed and both of her hands restrained, drinking in the sweet scent of fear in every ragged breath she takes.
“Adrian, just let me go!”
“I don’t want to,” I admit through gritted teeth, looming over her as her legs fall open.
Whether we want to or not, our bodies react to this position, her back arching up like she’s as desperate to touch me again as she was to end my life. I could fuck her right now. I could blink our clothes away and sink inside that sweet pussy I can smell from here in a matter of seconds. But I don’t. Not yet.
“Did you miss me?” I whisper, leaning in to nuzzle my face against her jaw to inhale her scent.
Defiance radiates off of her, but she nods. “Every single day.”
