Page 104 of Violent Attraction

“About a month ago, he took me to the shooting range and we kind of bit each other’s ass off while we were there. Some words were said. When we got back to the estate, he cornered me, and…” I stop, not knowing if I can say the words.

“And what?” Santos growls out.

“He grabbed me between my legs and started to rub at me.”

Santos just stands there, fuming in anger. I try to put my hand on his face, but he steps back before I make contact.

I think he’s going to storm out of the restroom and go find Emilio, but no he turns towards the mirror and punches it straight on, shattering it.

All the glass falls to the counter, and I jump back at the sound of the glass shattering and at the primal growl that comes out of Santos.

“Motherfucker! That motherfucker is dead. Fucking dead. I don’t give a shit if he’s playing teacher’s pet with your father, I’m going to kill him with my bare hands.”

He continues to punch at the mirror until it’s nonexistent. His fist is covered in cuts and blood.

Finally, Santos stops, and hunches his head down, his chin meeting his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks, a raspiness to his voice.

“I should be asking you that.” I go up to him and take his hand in mine, carefully brushing the small shards of glass off his skin.

“I mean are you okay after what Emilio did?” I concentrate on his hand a little more than necessary while I answer his question.

“Made me more fearful of marrying him.” I say honestly.

Here I am a woman he doesn't know, that is set to marry him, and still did what he did. What would he have done if I was a strange woman?

I was scared that he was going to rape me in that moment. If that fear was strong then, imagine if we do end up married. Fear will be a constant thing.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Santos growls again as I continue to pull out the pieces of glass.

I just nod. I want him to kill Emilio too.

We stay silent as I continue to clean his hand and once I’m done, I wrap it up in a bandage that I find under the sink.

Once everything is cleaned up, Santos takes my face between his hands again and kisses me.

There is nothing slow or sweet about this kiss. No, this kiss is everything that we are feeling, letting everything out.

Our tongues dance together, fighting to get everything that the other can give.

We lose ourselves in the action, in the moment. It’s not until a sound from outside flows through the walls of the restroom, that we remember where we’re at.

“Don’t come to the wedding tomorrow.” I say when we pull apart and stand there catching our breaths.

“Isabella.” He starts to fight me on this but I’m already shaking my head.

“Tomorrow is going to be hard as it is. It will be harder if I see you at the church tomorrow. Besides, if Emilio sees that you are there, it might cause problems. So please, don’t go.” I beg.

What I don’t say is that if Emilio sees him there, he might want to kill him for ruining his big day. I can’t have that happening.

“Is that what you really want?” He asks, sadness swimming in his eyes.

No.

That’s not what I want at all.

“Yes. That’s what I want.”

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