Page 186 of Satan's Spawn
I do…I want to take all of what he’s done to defend my honor, and keep it as close to my heart as possible.
So…my tongue darts out, tasting the blood Crayton spilled for me until there’s none left.
Then I ask for more.
Crayton steps even closer, our bodies brushing as he grants me my wish. “I’ll never get enough of seeing you like this. So perfect. So fucking mine.”
I finish off what’s left of the blood on my lips and smile, feeling overwhelmed with relief from his words. Feeling like I’mhismore than ever.
“What happened to me being the girl you can’t stand, hm?” I look up at Crayton and tilt my head, suddenly feeling playful.
“I told you, I’m the only one allowed to hurt you,” he responds, his gaze on the bloody cross along my face.
The mood shifts, mostly on my end, because there’s so much contradiction in this statement.
I can’t have Crayton building up those walls again.
“So hurt me,” I tell him, reaching underneath his jacket and sliding it down slowly by the lapels. “You say I’m yours, so take me, make me yours.”
“Rebecca…” he warns, the walls going higher and higher the lower the jacket gets down his arms.
“Yes?” I bat my eyelashes at him.
“It’s time to go.”
Damn this guy to freaking Hell.
“The fuck it is!” I stomp my foot like a toddler. “You don’t get to do what you just did for me and then turn this off.”
“Turn what off?”
I gesture between our bodies. “Us!”
“There is nous.”
“Right…” I huff. “So tell me, Crayton, if you hate the princess as much as you insist you do…why did you swoop in to slay her dragon?” I chuckle, my mood swings swaying back and forth like a pendulum.
“Or wait…are you the real dragon?” I tap my chin. “It’s hard to tell how this story ends. Maybe we need an encore.”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re annoying when you’re on drugs.”
I hold up my pointer. “Technically, I’m always on drugs.”
“Exactly.”
“So, you’re doing this again, then? Shutting down on me?” I look around. “Should I go find Alexis and save you the trouble of trying to come up with a clever way to make me feel like shit?” I cross my arms. “I mean, you did just do something decent, so you are due.”
“Yeah, and your bratty little attitude is making me easily regret it.”
He’s such a liar and he knows it, just like I know I’m deflecting because I’m terrified he’s about to reject me again.
“I’m the brat?” I scoff, wiping the blood off my face with my forearm. “Pretty sure you’re fucking the biggest one in the school.”
This makes him laugh, andmyblood start to boil.
“Something funny?”
“Besides how fucking pathetic you sound?”
