Page 73 of Cut Me Down

Take me back to Eden.”

I feel her relax, then stir again under my words. As if my words reached her on a deeper level. She does reset my violence. I’ve been thinking about my life for weeks now. I thought I knew what I wanted. What I needed. But she’s made me rethink everything. I knew I wanted kids and a wife one day, but never saw myself having it with the work I do. No woman would want to lead the life I live. Tied to a murderer for eternity, but I don’t feel that way anymore. She doesn’t look at me like that. Even the night we met, and I didn’t think of the possibility of achieving everything I wanted until then.

The other night, her worries of ‘being a distraction’ slowly eased as I showed her how I run things.Every night since, I’ve told her what I did and why it’s important. Not in detail, she doesn’t need to know my business partners or anything that could potentially put her in danger. Yet. I have every intention of showing her every aspect of my life. I just need to be sure that it’s safe for her first.

The moment her golden eyes pulled me in, I knew that everything I’ve ever wanted, I could have, and I’ll have it with her. I’ve had girls in the past. Nothing for long, and I didn’t care nearly as much about them as I do her. She was fucking made for me. Whatever God designed her had me in the forefront of his mind. As he pieced her together, he knew that she would be my salvation and my downfall, all wrapped in the perfect gift. And when the time came for me to receive her, my life would truly begin.

Brushing her hair today was shocking, even to me. I just wanted her to be okay. I hate that I scare her. Worry her. She’s not the type to get off on being scared. Initially. It’s the adrenaline she gets off of, but only after her horrified thoughts clear.

I can only imagine how her anxiety and fear choke her daily. I don’t want to be the cause of it. I want to cure it for her. She doesn’t seem near as scared of me as she did at first, but today only reminded me that I need to try harder. Do more. Show her everything. The thought of her in pain, emotional or otherwise, emits anger throughout my body at the same rate as my pulse. I promised her the only pain I’d bring her is the pain she begged me for, and I need to prove that to her.

My train of thought is brought to a halt as I feel her press herself against me even more. Molding her body against mine and tightening her grip in my hair. Like it’s an unwilling movement, I trace my left hand up her body, up her neck, lightly grazing her velvety skin until I reach that pretty jaw. Grasping it lightly, I raise her lips to meet mine. Close enough to feel the electric current jump from her mouth to my own, and my eyes almost roll back to the sight of hers fluttering closed.

“And I don’t know what’s got its teeth in me

but I'm about to bite back in anger.

And no amount of self-sought fury

will bring back the glory of innocence.”

Her eyes make their way to mine, and I watch as she takes in every feature on my face. The line of her sight coming back to mine again just before her breath hitches. She turns to me and hesitates. Almost as if she’s going to speak, but then she grasps the sides of my face. Forcefully pulling my face down to hers and crashing our lips together as the music explodes around us. Her tongue forces its way into my mouth, and I welcome it with my own.

I move my hand to her cheek and tug her mouth as close to me as it can go. Wanting no space left to breathe and embracing every kiss she’s giving me. Her exotic body presses against mine and unveils the heat building up inside her. She wants me. Almost as badly as I want her, and I know I won’t last much longer. My desire for her is clawing at the surface of my skin and is about to break out.

The breath flees from my lungs, and my heart rate speeds up. My chest feels heavy, and it’s as if I’ll die if she pulls away from me. I can almost feel the unseen force tightening the noose she has around my neck. The rope connected to my mind, body, and soul. The essence that’s trapped deep within this darkened heart of mine is begging for more touches, more feelings, more time.

More everything.

It’s time for phase two.

Chapter twenty-six

Ashia

‘RUNRUNRUN’ – Dutch Melrose

We’re walking back to the bike. His arm is wrapped around my shoulders so innocently. So gentle and possessive. While the thoughts I'm having are anything but virtuous. His voice reached parts of my soul that I wasn’t sure still existed. Now even as we walk, my heart is beating out of my chest while my clit throbs for him. How am I supposed to get on his bike and grab onto him without jumping him? Maybe he plans to take me straight back to the apartment, and if not, maybe there’s somewhere close by we can go.

Scratch that, I don’t want to wait for the apartment. If I have to get back on that bike and feel the rumble of that engine against my clit, I’m going to grind and ride that damn seat until I embarrass myself by coming on a motorcycle mid ride. Damn it, I can’t let that happen either. I just need to get him to take me somewhere secluded and close by. Right now.

What if he doesn’t like that I ask him, though? What if he’s only the ‘take it when I want it’ type of guy. No, that can’t be right. He doesn’t seem to be that way. He’ll definitely take me whenever he wants me, but he’s been considerate of me before. Well, he’s always considerate of me. Always making sure that I’m completely satisfied, and hell, the way he was kissing me back? He wants me too. I step in front of him as we reach the bike and stop him from grabbing the helmets.

“Is there somewhere close by we can go? Somewhere more private?” I blurt out before I’m able to coerce a more subtle request out of my mouth. He steps up closer to me and flashes that seductive, devilish grin. His eyes crinkle slightly as the corners of his mouth curl. Barely flashing his bright white teeth.

“Are you openly asking me to fuck you, baby girl?” His luminescent teeth have my breath stalling. I can’t begin to describe how badly I want those teeth gnawing on my flesh. Just imagining his jaw stretching wide and clamping down my throat steals any other thoughts from my mind.

My now hard and peaked nipples press against my bra, and I have to fight the urge to rip off my clothes in front of all of the departing partygoers. My body is searing hot, and the warm liquid between my legs is dripping and calling for him. I have never been so turned on in my entire life, and a part of me wants to get on my knees and beg him to fuck me right here and now.

“Maybe.” I settle for that instead of the vulgar thoughts running through my head. He presses himself against me and gently grabs my jaw with his large hand. His palm presses against the bottom of my chin as his fingers mold to my bone structure. Staring down at me like I'm his last meal. His eyes devouring every inch of me.

“Beg me for it.” He growls with his lips only about an inch away from mine, and I don’t resist the urge to run my tongue over his lips gently. Teasing him as I put my hands on his shirt and fist the soft material. The silky, smooth cloth is the only thing on this planet that could ground me, yet push me towards the urge to rip it off of him.

“Please.” I say seductively as I look into his eyes and lightly tug on him. His eyes practically roll as he bites his lip and nudges to the line of trees beside us.

“I'll give you a thirty second head start, little wolf. Where I find you, is where I'll make you come.”

“What?” I whimper, darting my eyes between him and the tree line. He wants to fuck in the forest? He can't be serious…

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