Page 40 of Roque

I looked up from the bloodied chest I created; the piece of disfigured art to meet his hot gaze. Our eyes connected. I felt it again. The oneness. The fucked-up rightness of us connecting. I understood his high. His need for power. The absolute god-like seconds of time when you became a monster stealing life and getting high on the thought that you could.

His nostrils flared. I was caught; mesmerized by the dark promise in his eyes as he advanced, lifted me from the floor and in front of everyone—backed me into the wall and hooked my legs around his hip. “Fuck that was so hot, Blue. Fuck. You make me forget who I need to be and at the same time remind me of what I always was.”

His tongue traced my parted mouth. I gasped as he bit my lip causing my own blood to flow as his tongue lapped it up and swept inside. I clutched his head, helpless to the one soul who always had mine in the palm of his hand.

I could love him.

Do I love him?

Did I recognize the dark one, fated to be mine the way I’d always been his. Maybe our fate was already written. Maybe that’s why he spared me, because he saw it too; knew there was a day yet to come when we’d meet like this… a twisting, bloody heap of need like no other?

“Do you want this?” He pulled back and my heart almost stopped mid-beat as my beast turned vulnerable man as he asked if I could want him? Accept him and his darkness for what it was.

“Leave us.” He commanded. The room emptied except for Johnny.

“You sure. If she talks—”

“She won’t or I’ll personally cut her tongue out and she’d let me.”

Johnny dipped his head and left.

Roque lifted the gun from his holster and handed it to me. “What do you say, Blue? Shall you do the honors or me?”

The gun was heavy in my hand. I raise it pointing it straight into his chest. “I hate how you make me feel. How you’ve turned everything upside down.”

“Do you?” He breathed “Do you hate it? Or hate that you crave it. Desire it. Want it like I want you.”

I mewled as I melted against him, felt his hardness jut into my tummy. Roque took the gun from my hands adds a silencer and popped two shots in the guy’s knees.

Roque exhaled almost like it was a release as powerful as coming as he took my hand and walked out.

“Everything good?” Sebastian wondered.

“Everything is perfect,” Roque replied gripping my hand tightly in his. I sickly realized I’m grossly outplayed in his presence. I wanted him, yearned for him—this man-monster of mine. But this whole time I viewed myself as the good one. The light so bright it’d snuff out all evil. And yet tonight, I learned who I really might be—his dark queen destined to rule by his side and carry out judgements of those who would cross our reign.

Silently, we walked back outside. An owl hooted from his perch overhead. The clouds moved past the moon and it casts its glow upon the hard planes of my dark one’s face.

I got in the SUV and was surprised as Roque squeezed me into the third row next to him and tipped my chin. “Who are you?”

“Lost.” I answered honestly. “All this time I thought I was something else, someone else.”

“One look and I knew, Blue. Don’t worry if you don’t know who you are yet, you’re still so young. But I do. I know who you are.”

“Who might that be?”

“Mine. Inexplicably, undeniably mine and I never thought you existed. That a woman like you could exist for me.”

“This is crazy. You… we are crazy. We barely know one another.”

“That’s a lie if I ever heard one and you know it.”

I bit my lip, trying to figure out how this could work. How do I keep the biggest lie of all from spilling between us? Would he love me, desire me more if he knew I was Romina, the girl from his past? Or would he feel bound to finish what family honor demands?

The SUV cuts down familiar streets. Before I knew it we were in Princeton and pulling down the drive that leads to the sprawling mansion where we first met again.

He turns to me. “Stay for a while? I’ll drive you home later.”

I shrugged not having much choice since we’re already here. Sebastian led Tati up to his room. Johnny took a call and cursed in Italian, gripping his cell close to his ear and me…I was led by my dark devil past the room with the paneled closet and into a neat corner with dark wooden furniture.

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