Page 23 of Bleed
The things we used to do together…fantastic.
I can still feel her as if she were with me right now, and it makes my dick twitch in my jeans. I need her more than anything, I know this, but with these new things brought to light can I manage to have her and not kill her? Can she have me and not murder me?
“Would be kinda fun to find out.” I laugh out loud, making her stare me down even harder. “Oh come on Dani. Just get over here and get it over with.” I call out to her, sitting upright and patting the cushion on the seat next to me. “I won’t bite, I promise.”
Well not hard anyways, unless you want it, like you used to, baby.
With a dramatic roll of her eyes, she says bye to the barista and slowly stalks over to me, her gaze never leaving mine as she approaches. The crystal blue of her irises is so clean, like a cloudless sky on a summer afternoon, shining brightly with the mischievousness that lives behind her bratty attitude.
“Damien. Or should I say Reaper?” She says as she stands in front of me, crossing her arms again, and all I want to do is grab them and pull her down in to my lap, but I restrain myself and just stare back up at her mimicking her attitude.
“Danielle. Or should I say, the Recluse.” I say raising my eyebrow at her, waiting for any kind of response to the fact that I know who she is now.
“How’d you find out? For years I’ve kept that hidden.”
“Well, if you know who the Reaper is, you’d know I always get my mark.” I laugh, softening my gaze to her, patting the seat again. “Truce, for now?”
“Truce? I didn’t want anything to do with you, until you killed my bodyguard.” She snorts, tapping her foot impatiently.
“I thought he was your boyfriend.”
“Ewww, no.”
“No?”
“Not my type. You should know that.”
“Do I really know anything about you? Besides I watched you kiss him.” I say to her as she relaxes her stance and looks at the love seat. “Just fucking sit. I promise not to murder you here.”
“Oh, just here huh?”
“Well…” I say, trailing off, leaving it open for any interpretation she so chooses.
“I kissed him because I knew you were watching. At that point I didn’t know you were following me to off me. I only thought you were an obsessed ex-boyfriend.” She laughs a little sound and finally plops down on the soft seat with me, crossing her legs tightly.
“Hmmm, trying to make me jealous?” I ask, leaning in closer to her, pulling her gaze back to mine, staring deeply into her eyes. “You always did like me a little jealous.”
“That was before I knew you’re a killer.”
“You only found that out last night.”
“Exactly.”
“So why’d you leave? I loved you.”
“I loved you too.”
“Then why?”
“I had to.”
“Care to elaborate?” I ask her, sitting so close to her that I can feel her breath waft across my cheek, and it does things to me, and the snake in my pants already dying to get to her.
“No.”
“Well my dear. I think you owe me an apology.” I say, bringing my hand up, cupping her cheek, rubbing the pad of my thumb across her soft skin, feeling that electric shock I always did when our skin made contact.
We used to be crazy together, so in love, so physical, so kinky. I miss it, and as I touch her now, I want it all back. Fuck the contract. Fuck everything.
