Page 109 of Crave
“I think our sister here needs a lesson on what happens when you try to leave our family, don’t you?”
I jerked my gaze to his. She ran from him? No wonder he looked unhinged. I looked back at her. “You fucking ran from us?”
Mine.
That word resounded inside me, snatching away that desperate need. The drugs weren’t helping anymore. Only the rage was there, smouldering, growing, becoming something monstrous and alive.
Angelica exhaled slowly, watching me, her wide, dark eyes reflecting the low light.
Not afraid.
Not defiant.
Just…waiting.
Waiting for me to lose it.
Waiting for me to hurt her the way she wanted to be hurt.
I clenched my fist and dragged her closer, forcing her to stumble out of my brother’s arms and slam against my chest.
I looked down at her, at the woman I tried so fucking hard to hate. Her lips parted, a shallow breath hitching in her throat, and that single sound sent a bolt of pure hunger and rage crashing through me.
Silas didn’t move.
Just watched as I leaned down and slammed my mouth on hers. I kissed her hard, making her spine bow under my need. My other hand went to her throat, grasping her jaw to hold her in place.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
Not now.
Not ever.
I lifted my head, breaking the kiss.
She gasped, her lips red and bruising.
Still it wasn’t enough.
“Get on the bed,” Silas murmured.
Fuck.
My cock grew hard as I watched her stumble backwards, then drop down hard on the edge of the bed. Silas moved to her side, looking down and trailed his fingers lightly along her arm. Something about that made the fury inside me snap.
I reached forward, gripping her chin, the red marks of my fingers still there. “Do you even know what you fucking are?” I hissed.
Her lashes fluttered. “I?—”
“You’reours.” I tightened my grip, drinking in the way she trembled. “You belong tous.”
Silas exhaled beside me, a quiet chuckle under his breath.
I ignored him.
Because she was looking at me the way I’d imagined a thousand times.
Broken. Desperate.
