Page 127 of Cursed to Be Mine
Lunging forward, I grab Khalid as the temperature in the room jumps high. “Control it,” I demand, not showing an inch of pain or disgust, knowing that if I do, he’ll snap.
His face begs me to let him go, to let him die in an attempt to kill Antonio with no chance of success. I shake my head. “You’re surviving with me,” I order. “Don’t let him take you from me.”
His jaw clenches tight as he closes his eyes, the vein at his neck throbbing fast as the temperature in the room settles back down. Sweat beads on his brow, and he sways. My pulse spikes, wondering how much longer he can last.
Letting his shirt go, I quickly peel mine over my head. The thought to throw it at Antonio, blinding him for a moment, long enough for Khalid to kill him burns through me.
My eyes flick to him as I hold the material in my hands. His narrow as his entire body stills, and I know that he will be on Khalid before I can even lift my arm.
Gritting my teeth, I drop my shirt. He smiles at me. I jerk my gaze back to Khalid. “Hit me.”
He doesn’t hesitate this time.
Perhaps he too has realized it’s better to hit me here, where I have more fat to protect myself.
Pain throbs across my stomach, and I shuffle back a step as if he hit me that hard, but he pulled his punch at the last second.
Groaning, Antonio starts jerking himself off again. He makes Khalid hit me two more times before he stands and walks to lean back against the wall. “Look at me, Scarlett.”
Helpless but to obey, I glare at him. His arm quickens in my peripheral.
“Don’t pretend you’re not a whore and look at my cock,” he bites out. “See how hard I am for you?”
Steeling myself, I look down. I unfocus my eyes so I can’t really see him, but the blur of his fist is enough to make me want to scrub my eyes with sandpaper.
He groans, then sighs, releasing his cock. I look back at Khalid, but his eyes are on Antonio. I can’t feel his rage-filled agony anymore. He erected a wall, not tokeep me out, but to keep himself together on that last punch, and I know I’m looking at the reaper that kills his own friends and family with a deadly calm.
My heart breaks for him even as it soars, knowing he will survive.
Wewill survive.
“Unfortunately, I can’t cover you in my cum because Khalid over here will just use it to kill me. It’s a fucking annoying gift you got,” he says, turning to the reaper.
Not a single muscle twitches as Khalid stares at him.
I shiver, goosebumps breaking from the eerie promise he’s alluding. Even Antonio looks a bit put off, shoving his cock back in his pants.
“Well, as fun as that was, I really need to be going. I have people to kill, evil plans to begin, yada, yada.”
He walks around the desk, cutting right past Khalid as if he isn’t worried, but there’s a tension in his walk that belies his confidence.
“I’d kill you before I go,” he says as he smiles at my chest, passing me on his way to the door, “but I gave Talon my word” –he pulls the door open– “I wouldn’t touch either of you.”
He darts down the hall a split second before Khalid lunges for him.
Forty-One
HIM
Pulling a cursed sword from my shadows, the same one I’m going to use before I put him in that box I’m going to make with my bare hands, I fling magic at his retreating back.
He spins to the side, avoiding the invisible hand that would have stopped him where he stood. Laughter rings out as he turns to face me, sixty-ish feet away. Raising a hand, he beckons me to him. “Come on. Show me what you’ve got, kid. I won’t even change.”
Locking his arms behind his back, he grins at me.
Scarlett screams behind me, urging me to stop, but I ignore her, my focus narrowed on my prey. I dart forward, knowing I’m not a match for his speed. Magic hums in my limbs, coiled and waiting for the moment he gets used to my movements, my slower pace. Then it’ll give me that one second advantage to slide across his flesh.
I only need one hit, it doesn’t matter where. As long asI can get his blood to spray, I can kill him with my soul magic.
