Page 4 of Defiant
I wasn’t a killer, but the thought did cross my mind—if I didn’t end him here, he’d come after me again. He knew about my mom, knew all about me, and he obviously was willing to put others in danger to get what he wanted. At this point, I still didn’t know what that was, but could I take the chance that, by letting him live, he wouldn’t do it again? Wouldn’t come for me again or hurt my mom?
In the end, it didn’t matter.
When I felt the pocket where the knife should be, where I’d felt it before, when Dante had me pinned down under him, it wasn’t there.
Chapter Two – Dante
I smiled against her lips, feeling her freeze instantly. She was a smart girl, trying to go for the knife, thinking I was leading with my dick and not my brain. I wasn’t stupid, not like those kids in Midpark. I knew the knife would be her only way out of here, realistically, and I knew the only way she’d push herself to go for it.
Sex.
Granted, I’d hoped to be inside her before she realized it was pointless, but, hey, there was always time later. Like I said before, Jaz would be mine in every way possible. She just didn’t know it yet.
I had the knife tucked into my sleeve, having moved it while she was too busy grinding down on me. While she was trying to distract me, she was too preoccupied to see me move it. The poor girl; it meant she had a lot to learn, but that was fine. I was more than happy to teach her.
When she froze, it wasn’t too long before she pulled her lips off mine, her dark eyes wide, the shock written across the pretty features on her face. Eh, pretty was an understatement when it came to her. She was so much more than that. She was a kind of drop-dead gorgeous most girls, and women for that matter, just weren’t. Her skin more tan than white, her hair long and thick, not an extra ounce of fat anywhere on her body. I could easily forget about every other girl I’d been with if I had Jaz to fill my time.
When her dark stare locked with mine, I couldn’t help but smirk. My hands left her sides, and I asked, “Looking for this?” The knife in my jacket sleeve slid down, into my palm, and I pushed the button on its center, causing the blade to erupt with a swift, soft sound.
Jaz looked something between mortified and frightened. “How did you know?” She still straddled me, still gave my cock something to yearn for, but now there was no point in grinding and trying to keep my mind elsewhere.
I had to hand it to her. Not many girls would’ve tried what she did.
“Believe it or not, I don’t think with my dick,” I said, spinning us so that once again I was the one on top. Jaz under me—it was definitely something I could get used to. Her flushed cheeks, the way her lips tasted; I could only imagine the sounds that would escape that slender throat when she was being pile-drived against the bed.
Fuck. I really wanted to pile-drive her against the bed.
“Not all the time, anyway,” I said, bringing the sharp, shiny steel blade to her neck. I laid it flat, so it wasn’t like I could accidentally cut her, but to Jaz, it was probably the same thing. I watched as her breathing hitched, her entire body stiffening under mine.
God, she felt good. She’d feel even better if her clothes were off—but I wasn’t one of those guys. When Jaz got so hot for me she practically tore off her clothes to fuck me, then I’d do it. I’d do her over and over until I memorized the sounds she made.
“Why, oh why would you be going for this?” I questioned, already knowing the answer. My eyes were glued to her face, her reactions imprinting on my brain as I moved the knife along her throat, against her jaw. Such pretty, tanned skin; she looked so much better with a knife against her throat. Who would’ve known?
I did. I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on her, all those years ago. Back when Skull had told me the truth, what would’ve happened if she’d been with us. I couldn’t help it.
Mine. She would’ve been mine, in every definition of the word.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” I said, “I’d never hurt you. I might threaten those you care about to get you to do what I want, but you? Never you. I’m not that much of a monster.” There were other guys in the gang who had no qualms about hurting their women, but I wasn’t one of them.
I might’ve been psychotic, but I wasn’t that psychotic.
Jaz let out a shaky breath. “It’s hard to take you seriously when you’re resting a knife against my cheek.”
Damn it, she was right.
Heaving a sigh, I pulled the knife off her and slowly got up, giving her some space. I still had a raging erection between my legs, but that was to be expected with what we were just doing. My eyes were on her as I folded the blade up and shoved it back inside my jacket. “Happy?”
She shot me a frown as she sat up, tucking her legs under her as she ran her hands through her hair. “I’ll be happier when you take me back to Midpark.”
I almost laughed at that. Almost. “You’re not going back,” I told her. “You’re coming with me.”
“Why would I go anywhere with you? Who sent you? You can’t have just…found me off the streets,” Jaz spoke, puckering those sweet, full lips. I bet they’d feel amazing wrapped around my cock and sucking me off.
“First off, you’re going with me because I’m telling you that you are,” I said, tapping my fingers on the bed. I felt jittery; they wanted to touch something, preferably her smooth skin. “And no one sent me. I came on my own to watch you, but after seeing you fuck up in Midpark over and over, I got impatient.”
Jaz stared at me as if she didn’t trust me. Good. She was smart not to. “How do you know who I am? How do you know my mom? I’ve never seen you before—”
I nodded, cutting her off, “That’s because you’ve been sheltered. A bit too much, if I say so myself.” I was about to say more, about to tell her just who sent me and why it should matter to her, but my phone chose that specific time to ring.
