Page 50 of Dark Elf's Good Girl

“Nothing is wrong, little iypinit.” Her lips part as she’s about to protest, but I pinch them shut. She squeals against it, but I notice the way her legs squeeze together.

I think she might enjoy my fantasies more than I do. If I ever get to act on them.

“I’ve never let any harm come to you.” My voice is stern as she continues to fight me. “I will protect you.”

Her face is going to red with anger and I can’t help but smirk. I squeeze her lips a little harder, savoring her squeal before letting go. She sucks in a gasp of air, as if she couldn’t breathe the entire time.

“Protect me from what?” she snaps.

“That is for me to worry about.”

Fire still blazes in her eyes, but her body sags a little. It almost looks like it’s trying to fold in itself. “Who’s going to protect you?”

I snort. “Who says I need protecting?”

She looks away, then down on the floor. Her arms tighten around her body. “I do.”

Warmth, unlike anything I’ve ever known, swells in my chest. I can’t help but grin. “Are you worried about me, Isla?”

Her gaze flicks up to me, violence rimming her lids. “So what if I am?”

Gods, she was sent to destroy me. I have no self control around this woman.

My hands reach out of their own volition, grabbing her hips and she doesn’t even protest as I walk her back towards the bed. When she hits the edge, I push her up onto the mattress, spreading her legs with my knee.

Her arms are still squeezing around her middle so close to my hands, and I consider prying them off. Instead, I tip her head up so that she’s forced to look at me.

“And why is that?”

Her jaw clenches. It seems this is as hard for her as it is for me. “Because I want you to come back.”

I lean forward pressing my forehead to hers. My hand slides down to her throat, squeezing lightly. Her pulse is erratic under my hand, and it makes heat pool in my stomach. She leans into my touch like she wants me to control her.

Fuck, what I would give it to.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You look like you’re going to kill somebody.”

She’s observant. “I’m afraid not.” I squeeze lightly on her throat, watching the way that her eyes widen. There’s no fear there this time, though. Only desire. “Maim, maybe.”

She grins at that and I realize that the girl letting me hold her life in my palm is just a psycho as I am. I wonder how far she’ll let me push.

“Not me?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.

I groan out loud, unable to stop it. Fuck, I can’t wait to break her.

Instead, I squeeze her throat tighter, watching the way she gasps excitedly. “Maybe later,” I whisper.

Disappointment colors her face when I let go and take a step back. It takes everything in me not to push her back on the bed and steal her breath as I use her body to find my release.

In due time, I remind myself.

“Right now, I have something to take care of.”

I turn away before she could convince me otherwise. I don’t know if she realizes how close I am to coming undone when I’m around her.

But I can’t give into Isla knowing that Calix is coming back to take her. Instead, I’m going to have to face this problem head on.

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