Page 162 of The Kiss Of Death
She smiled, took the bat, and chopped the piñata’s head off. I winced. She didn’t hold back. Then she mercilessly bashed the piñata’s lack of balls, sending candies scattering across the grass.
“I feel much better, thank you. Can I leave now?” She dropped the bat, wiping her hands and raising an eyebrow.
I was so into it. Just like our morning chases always got me hard as fuck, and although I usually tended to my cock like a prepubescent teenager the moment I passed my dorm, now wasn’t the right time to entertain my daily Dalia fantasies.
“Is the idea of spending one hour with me so horrendous?”
She didn’t reply and chewed the inside of her cheeks. Lying wasn’t her forte—probably a Unifier trait.
“I didn’t buy you a gift because I assumed you’d either rip it apart or throw it out your window.”
She smiled, so innocent, yet so vicious at the same time. “You assumed correctly.”
I handed her my credit card. “So instead, I’m giving you my credit card, and before you complain, it’s not about money. It’s about power.” I licked my lips and loomed toward her. “Spend all of my money. Destroy my future, I don’t care. I’ll find a way to rise up from the ashes, because if there’s one thing I know, I’d hate being poor. So ruin my life. Buy yourself a house, a private jet, or an opera.”
Someday she’d allow me to give her gifts she wouldn’t destroy. Her eyes sparked. Dalia didn’t care much about money, but I did, and right now the prospect of hurting me was entertaining to her. Once she judged she had made me suffer enough, and her anger vanished, maybe we would be able to cross the next step in our relationship.
“What if I give your money to associations since I know how uncaring and egocentric you are?” She tugged the card in the pocket of her pink ruffle skirt. “I’ll do my worst.”
“I would have expected nothing less from you,” I said. “Plus, you’re helping my karma. What did I do to deserve you?”
She laughed. I’d missed that laugh. “You’re a psycho, you know that right?”
“Only for you.”
“Why are you doing this?”
I shrugged. “It’s a romantic gesture.”
“Trying to buy me out with money is romantic?”
Was she expecting me to buy her flowers like an uncreative prick? It was too simple, too easy, and it meant nothing. No, I had to do worse.
I twirled a strand of her hair between my fingers. “I’m giving you the second thing I cherish the most: my control.”
“Why not the first thing, then?”
Oh, she thought she was so smart, eyeing me her raised brow.
“The first is you,” I dropped, and her eyes landed on my lips.
“I loathe you, Levi.”
She thought I couldn’t see the way she crossed her fingers behind her back. She always did that when she lied. She wanted to push my boundaries as much as I pushed hers, and she would get exactly what she asked for.
“And I’ve never felt better about it because you see…” It was my turn to land my eyes on her glossy pink lips. “I’ll take everything from you but your indifference. I trust your love will come eventually because I won’t stop.”
“You’re insane.” She wore a slight smile, though.
I’d missed that smile, too.
“From the looks of it, I already have your desire back?” I raised a brow, implying her little masturbating session when she’d moaned my name. Unfortunately, by then, I was already done for, but this moment would have definitely thrown me over the edge. Not that she ever reiterated this experience. It was our little secret.
Her cheeks turned pink. “You’re delusional.”
“You’re listing all of my qualities today.”
She narrowed her eyes and held out her hand. “Friends?”
