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I kiss her one last time. Savoring this final moment I have with her before I leave because the reaper is calling my name, reminding me of the man I have to be in just a few moments. “You take my breath away.”
The height difference is not a disadvantage...not one bit. It’s a freaking blessing with the way this man tackles and folds me into the positions he craves.
“I won’t let you leave me, Ari. Grant me mercy by putting a bullet in my head, then. Because I’d rather die than live in a world where someone else has your soul and not me.”
“I’m sorry.” “I don’t need your apology. What I need is for you to realize that I will never let you go. You’re mine, Ari.”
He cups my face into his big, rough hands again and kisses me. His eyebrows narrow in, and he shuts his eyes tight. His kiss deepens harder and harder, but it's not from lust... I swear it’s from love. Then he stops kissing me, barely moving away. “Kane might leave the military for you, but... I would die for you,”
But even if she doesn’t want me, she has me. She has me wrapped around her pretty little soul, even if that means I don’t get to kiss or hold her again.
The fact that he thinks he’ll have Ari underneath him one day makes me laugh. Over my dead body.
I love Danny. But Kane…he’s everything good. And Danny…he’s the man I can’t stop thinking about.
Then a small curl of her lips turns, and a flash of sparks shines on her brown eyes and I can see she’s searching for something. “Your eyes are reaaaaallllyyy pretty.” Yep, she’s drunk. “Alright, time to get you into bed. You are cut off, ma’am.”
The way she’s fucking looking at me, has me wanting to bend her over the couch, and confess the way I feel about her with my actions and no words. Just the sound of her taking it and me confessing the built-up craze with my… I can’t think straight.
“I miss him, Kane. I love him… I love Danny so much.” She chokes out and sobs, but they’re soft and low, and I don’t say anything. I can’t do it. But what I can do is hold her like she needs to be held. And with each tear, with each innocent caress, time passes by with tortured emotions for the next hour as I rub her back until she falls asleep.
Danny looks tense, and Kane seems the same. Danny doesn’t budge. He won’t break. He’s so… intimidating. Kane is entrapping. They both are… It’s like they can’t believe I showed up.
I dip my head at my cross necklace. Twirling it into my fingertips, trying my best not to rush out of the building. But the attraction I have for Danny will always prevail, no matter where we stand in our relationship. He will always be that magnetic force calling my name.
“I’m scared of losing the ones I love most.” His jaw bites down, twitching with narrowed eyes, and then he looks away and my heart chips.
“At first, I didn’t understand fear, didn’t feel it, didn’t care for it, and I was proud of that.” He swallows. “But someone taught me the realness behind an emotion I’ve managed to avoid my entire life.” He looks at me again, licking his lips. “Now I know it’s not a weakness, but a strength. It’s a fucking strength to fear you might lose the ones you love most because it makes you want to fight that much harder.”
“It’ll always be Danny,” I confess, and Kane’s whole demeanor drops with disappointment. “Maybe,” he grits. I open my mouth to say more, but my heart drops when someone clears their throat.
Danny rubs his beard, smirking devilishly. “You’re right, Kane. I did always know you cared about her. What I didn’t know was how eager you are to die.”
“Fuck this. I’m done hiding my feelings for her. She needs a man that’s always going to be there for her. She needs stability, and you’re always gone. I’m getting out soon.” “Don’t talk about my girl like you know her.” He snarls. My girl.
Creature catches me looking at him and blows smoke into the air. “If I were Grim, I would have pulled out your teeth one by one so you could never bite again,” he tells me, his devilish grin on display, as he puts out his cigarette underneath his shoe.
“Let me go!” He slaps my ass. “You only bleed for me,” he snarls as he drops me into the passenger seat of his truck. He swings the door open explosively.
“You’re drunk. And I don’t care that we’re not together. I’ll make sure you get to your bed, in your pajamas, in your house. You’re also going to take Advil for the hangover you’re about to have in the morning.”
Fuck him for being so irresistibly handsome. Because even though I’m angry, the hold he has on me is tattooed into my soul permanently, like the ink on his skin.
I grab the door handle. My porch light is on. I can see the glow in the corner of my eyes, calling for me like a safehaven from the devil next to me. “Did I say you can leave?” he asks, low and steady.
“You want to leave me? Fine. You want to get out of this truck? You will. But not until after you take your punishment like the bad girl you’ve been.”
“I’m going to punish you for thinking you could ever leave me. You drive me so fucking insane. Do you know what these past few days have been like? They’ve been worse than hell, baby.”
I stop breathing when his large hand gets closer to my throat. My teeth sink hard into my bottom lip as he grabs my cross necklace. “For having so much faith, you sure do love to sin.”
“You love to break, don’t you, Ari?”
“What do you expect me to do when you look like that in the dress I bought you? You expect me not to touch you? Not to kiss you? Not to fuck you?”
“I see your mouth is still as filthy as ever...” He grips my jaw, forcing my mouth to gape open. “Open wide, baby, because I’m about to cleanse it for you.”
He leans over to me, his face so close I can smell the cigarettes and whiskey on his breath. I pucker my lips through his forceful grip on my jaw, and just when I think he’s about to kiss me, he fixates himself on my tongue and spits into my mouth, then shuts my jaw tight. “Swallow.” He growls.
Either way, biting my lip, I reach over and get closer to him, inhaling his cologne that radiates sex and rebellion. The leather and his cigarettes are a mixture I never knew went together perfectly. Even his scent alone does everything to me; my heart is throbbing with need, and my drunken fog has completely faded away.
I lick the bottom of her neck to her cheeks. She tastes so good, but it doesn’t come close to the way she drips honey between her thighs. She’s so enticing, so fucking addicting. I’m obsessed with her.
I will not let her come tonight. Maybe I’m jealous. Maybe I’m hurt. Or maybe I’m mad. Whatever it is, I’ll apologize later. Sin now, repent after.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for. Punish. Me. Harder,” she taunts. I grin sadistically. She loves the pain.
“I can’t fucking breathe when you’re not with me. Just. Like. This,” I growl, my voice husky and dark, while I give her one last tightened grip. Her eyes are about to roll back, and she almost passes out.
“Your screams are like music to my ears, baby,” I growl as I continue to pound her mercilessly. She takes it so well.
My little angel wanted to fall from heaven tonight, and I’m the one to capture her.
I’ll never want to share what we have with someone else. He’s the only man that makes me feel safe and scared at the same time. But I loved every second of it,
He took off his top with all his medals, and now he’s staring at me with eyes reflecting an emotion I’m not sure I’m seeing right. His dark, sandy blond hair is messy, making him more attractive. “What are you doing, Ari?” His question catches me off guard, and another tear escapes me.
“I’m sorry. If you need to blame me for everything, if you need to burden me for all the horrible things that you’ve gone through so that you can live in peace again,” he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “if it means my little angel can smile bright again,” he forces a smile like he’s begging me to return one with my own, still holding onto the strands behind my ear. Then I feel his thumb brush over my bottom lip gently. “Then hate me,”
“Hate me because the love I have for you is enough to withstand all the pain we’ve endured together and the pain that we’ll continue to go through.”
“Don’t you fucking dare say it,” I cry out. His eyes flash with tranquility as he stares into mine. My heart beats harder, thrashing. “Damn it, Ari Natalia, I knew it from the moment I met you. I was ruined.” He clenches his jaw, cupping the back of my head, bringing me closer. “I lo—” He freezes, and my eyebrows raise in confusion.
My heart sinks like an anchor overcome by gravity when he stops talking. His eyes squint hard, and his whole demeanor tenses like a rock. He’s not looking at me anymore. Instead, his gaze is behind me, looking inside my dark house like he’s searching for something, on high alert. His eyes flash with worry. “Wha—?” My lips start to move, confused, but then Danny’s eyes widen. “Baby, move!” he barks out.
He points his gun at me while he touches himself. Getting closer, he plants the weapon on the top of my head. “Say hello to Death for us!” he snarls. “Tell him yourself,” a voice echoes through the barn. I gasp, and everyone grows quiet. Then a shot rings out, and the man that held a gun to my head drops to the floor, his blood splattering all over my face and chest. Danny.
It’s around five in the morning, and Grim is stable. Motherfucker is immortal, and I’m starting to question how the fuck he got on God’s good side to escape death so many times. The man is anything but religious or holy.
I turn around to face the newest man on the team. This man gives me the creeps. If I thought Danny held darkness, well, this guy bleeds poison, an aura that blurs the lines of what he holds morally right…if he has any.
I turn back to Grim, and his chin is set high. I can see the heat that flushes his entire body. His breaths are long and cemented evenly. I can see that he’s in devastation. He’s broken. Not cool. Not collected. Not composed. A man who has lost his reason to live. His pain is infinite.
“And who the fuck are you?” Lori snaps. She’s unleashing hell at every single one of us, and it’s justifiable. Creature stops twirling the bullet in his fingers. He goes frozen for a couple of seconds. His gray eyes look at Lori through his black mask, a snicker of a laugh follows. “No one. Just a ghost on the wall. Carry on.”
I grin wickedly, staring into my crosshairs, watching that fucker drop down to hell where he belongs. Motherfucker got off easy but I couldn’t watch him touch my girl anymore. Son of a bitch.
There’s a big window on the roof. I broke it open and dropped in. The shadows of the night fade away my presence. When I dropped in, I could hear my angel scream, begging for them to kill her. I’m about to send this whole fucking building to the ground.
