Page 80 of Crave
That shudder in her body only grew more violent. I looked down, watching her breasts tremble under her camisole. Hard nipples puckered against the fabric. I knew those breasts. I’d felt those breasts pressed against me, the softness of her perfect fucking nipples. The fucking scent of her skin.
I jerked my gaze up to her eyes and breathed deeper, drawing in that same intoxicating fucking scent into my lungs. .
Desire slammed into rage and my body responded, growing harder, more desperate. “Tell me.” I forced the words through clenched teeth and pushed the blade against her soft cheek. “Or I will cut you.”
She fought the need to shake her head, still the tip of the knife dug into the soft flesh below her eye, drawing a tiny bead of blood. My fist tightened in her hair. Her fear was so desperate, my howling need to pull the knife away was palpable…as was the overwhelming desire to kiss her.
The room swam all around me. Dazed and breathless, my body responded in ways I didn’t understand. All I saw were her lips. Those lying, perfect fucking lips. A sound rumbled in the back of my throat as I stared at her mouth, fighting the intoxicating need to kiss her.
I unleashed that animalistic groan and tore my gaze away to stare at the wall. “You fucking push me…” I turned back to her. “You fucking push me to the ends of my limits. You don’t want to see what’s on the other side of those, little sister…believe me.”
“What the fuck…”
My breath caught at the sound of Gabe behind me. I straightened, looking down and pulled the blade away.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
His voice rose in octaves as he flanked my side, staring at the knife in my hand. One panicked scan of her and anger rose in my baby brother’s eyes.
“I knew it!”He drove his fist into my shoulder, driving me backwards. I stumbled, righting myself. He glared at the knife in my hand and shook his head. “I knew you were lying. You just wanted to use her, didn’t you? You can’t send her away, so you what…you plan on cutting her? Beating her, maybe. Is that the kind of animal you’ve become.”
His words couldn’t hurt me. “You have no idea of the things I’ve done for this family.”
“I think I have a good fucking idea. What kind of man makes her food one minute, then holds a goddamn knife to her face the next?”
I wasn’t going to…
I wasn’t going to.
Hurt. Her.
But I couldn’t say the words.
“Even after what the doctor said about her. She’s been programmed, can’t you see that?” Gabe threw his hand toward her as footsteps resounded.
“What the fuck is going on?” Theo grumbled.
Utter contempt is all I saw in my little brother’s eyes as he answered. “Why don’t you ask, Silas. I’m sure he has all the answers,” he looked at the blade. “Or the means to get them no matter the consequences. Come on, Angel, you’re sleeping in my room tonight. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the chair in front of me before he dragged her along and headed for the door.
“Gabe.” Theo took a step to block his way.
“You don’t want to push me right now, Theo.”
There was a dangerous edge in our brother. One which hadn’t been there before. Theo looked at me, scowled, then stepped aside.
They left, Gabe pulling her with him as they made for his bedroom.
Theo stared at the knife in my hand, then lifted his gaze to mine. “What do we do with her?”
“I don’t know.” I lied, not wanting to admit to myself what I wanted to do.
Kiss her.
That need raged.
Fuck her.
