Page 140 of House of Pain
There are certain things you fucking half breeds are good for. I can’t deny it. Stick with that, why don’t you? It’s what you know best after all.
Blaze regretted those words the moment they left his lips, not an ounce of truth in them.
They were only intended to hurt her, humiliate her. At that moment, it felt good.
Powerful.
Blaze should say something to her, make her understand. But he didn’t know what.
An apology wouldn’t be fair because no matter the regret in his chest, the urge to hurt her, to see her kneel in front of him was also still there.
He wasn’t sure it would ever go away.
This was dangerous.
More than Blaze realized, and yet he was stupid enough to allow it.
No matter what he might be feeling, no matter how good it felt to have her around with him, either angry or happy, disturbed or desperate, there was no happy ending for them.
He was a Leveau, and she was a Black.
And while Blaze never understood why his father hated Alecto, knowing that her father was his best friendanda business partner, he was sure that whatever wants or needs Blaze felt for this girl, it could never happen.
Either Blaze hurt now, breaking the spell before it took root deeper in his heart,or he hurt later when his father surely would find a way to destroy yet another thing Blaze cared about.
Blaze swung his legs over the end of the bed, snatched his cigarettes from the nightstand, and stalked over to his nook by the window.
He opened the latch, letting the cool morning air in, and lit a cigarette while he watched the sun rise over the park.
From a distance, it always looked sinister but serene. You would have never guessed it was the only thing separating the Old Darly with its dark mysteries from them.
With a cigarette smoldering between his lips, Blaze went over to the pile of clothes that he had dried last night.
As he tugged his black jeans on, letting them sit low on his hips, the black underwear caught his attention.
Blaze hooked the panties over his finger, lifting them as he glared at the lace that belonged to Alecto. Memories of her wearing them right before she went into the bath came rushing to him. He growled, annoyed as his cock twitched in response.
He dropped the lace and returned to the windowsill, taking an aggressive drag before crushing the cigarette in an ashtray.
Against his will, his eyes wandered to the girl lying tangled between his black silk sheets.
His eyes traced the curve of her shoulder, the slope down her narrow waist before the delicate curve of her hip emerged, the sweet little dimple perched right in the middle.
He rested his head against the wooden panel inside the windowsill, nibbling on his lower lip as he watched Alecto sleep.
She was so sweet and calm when she was lost in her dreams. The complete opposite from when she was wide awake, always wearing a smoldering yet cruel look on that angelic face.
Blaze would never admit it to her face, but he was as much terrified of her as he was enamored of her.
Val he could read; he could understand the primal needs that drove her forwards, that made her the ruthless, calculating leader she was.
Jolene was also easy to understand because, in a way, he could relate to her. She was an heir, with tons of responsibilities on her shoulders that she never spoke off, but he knew they were there.
Most of the other girls on campus would also be easy to read, as most of them had clear intentions from the start.
But with Alecto, Blaze could never tell.
She walked like she owned the place, despite the bullying and taunting. She used her looks and her body however she liked, clearly knowing her own worth. She knew where she was going, but Blaze didn’t know where that was.
