Page 6 of A Tortured Temptress
I move away from leaning against the side of my BMW once she is closer. She smiles softly and her full lips that have starred in many of my fantasies beckon me to sip from them. Sliding my hands along her face I tip up her chin and lean down to take a soft kiss. I want to ravage her but won't here with witnesses. Another man seeing her naked causes me to want to kill again. Just having the doctor look at her earlier this month was hard on me. I was growling at him most of the time.
When I pull away, I watch her eyes flutter open. The green brighter now.
"Hello mo chroi. How's your project?" I turn us so that I can open her door and get her seated. When I reach for her seatbelt to secure it, she tips her head to the side watching me.
"What mo chroi?"
"Why do you do that?" She points to the seatbelt.
"Making sure you are safe."
"No, I mean why do you do it? I can do it."
"Because I want to make sure it's secure. I want to take care of you. I need to."
"You'll get tired of it someday," she mumbles but I still hear the words. I take my time to calm down by closing her door and walking around the hood to the driver’s side. When I get in, I turn to her instead of starting the auto.
"Mo chroi, I don't know what man hurt you. What idiot decided that you weren't worth everything, but you are." Again, I slide my hand along her soft cheek to her neck. I watch her pulse flutter in her neck and gently squeeze. Her eyes flare wide for a brief moment in fear. "I'd never hurt you."
"I know." She pauses and bites her lip before she continues. "I don't know why I believe it, but I do. You can call it my soul or something else, but you make me feel safe." She shivers slightly. "I haven't felt that in a very long time."
"Will you tell me?" I don't push her, but I want to know. I need to know.
Her eyes move from mine and look over my shoulder for a moment before she looks at me again. "I can't." She pauses again. "Where are we going?"
"How about somewhere quiet?" I don't like the loud pubs that some people do, give me a small intimate setting where I know all the entrances, exits, and can hear someone coming any day.
"I'd like that." She sighs and leans back in her seat breaking our connection. I knew she would be like me. I've watched her. She prefers to be alone or in quiet settings instead of the loud clubs and pubs. She spends more nights at home alone in her room. I don't know what she does but soon I'll know everything about her because she will tell me.
After we are seated in a booth both of us on the same side facing the entrance, I slip my arm over the back of the booth. She slides closer to me as if she doesn't want to be far from me either. No matter what her head tells her, her body craves being close to me.
We order and that's when I start asking her questions.
"Where are you from?"
She pauses and doesn't look at me, but I know she's going to lie. "Chicago."
"Is that where your parents live?"
"They died." She fingers a bracelet on her wrist. It's a thin cuff that I've never seen her take off.
"Mine are gone too." I share hoping she'll tell me more. "They died in a car accident while I was deployed."
"How long were you in the military?" She doesn't share more but asks me a question instead, a technique I've used before in trying to deflect.
"Six years nine months and one week."
She turns to look at me finally cocking her head to the side a brow raising slightly. "Do you miss it? Or was it awful?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"Because you know the exact time you were in."
I chuckle at her observation. She's right though. "I liked it when I was in. I liked what I learned, but I hated the fact that I couldn't help everyone." I give her the truth. "I was trained to kill but I was only allowed to kill who they wanted me to for what they wanted. I couldn't kill the truly evil people that I encountered."
"Ahh. Do you like to kill?" She tips her head down shyly.
"It's what I'm trained to do. I don't like hurting innocent people if I can help it. Aidan never asks me to do that though. Most people deserved everything I've done to them." I don't mince the words because she needs to know what kind of man I really am.
