Page 59 of Blazing Desires
“I’ll light the match, baby.”
I kiss her, swallowing all the lies and the betrayal I’m hiding from her in hopes she can’t taste them on my tongue as it tangles with hers.
I’m going straight to hell.
Chapter 25
How Villains are Made
Davina
Iam a swirling mass of emotions as I let Blaze devour me with his kiss.
What is he hiding? What has my father done to him? Why do I trust him?
My mind is a mess of thoughts as we break from the kiss, panting. Our heavy breaths mingle together as a reminder of what happened between us last night, and my desire builds again. Sitting at the kitchen island, I’d shifted in my seat to ease the ache.
All I could feel was the memory of him inside me and no matter how I sat it had me squirming in my seat. I had been so bold last night, and the reward had been worth it. No man had ever made me orgasm before but with Blaze, I only had to touch him and I could come undone.
He places his forehead against mine. “Mea Divina, you’ll be the death of me.”
He groans as I beam at him. He takes my hand and links our fingers, pulling me out of the kitchen and leading me away to a part of the house I have yet to see. The décor remains the same, with all wood panelling and warm tones.
“Where are we going?”
“My office. You want in, that’s where we start.”
“Just like that? You’re going to tell me everything and show me everything you have on my father that easily?”
He stops abruptly and tugs me to face him, his calloused hand reaching out to cup my neck under my chin.
“Just like that, love.”
He smirks, showing the dimple I love so much.
“If you want to take your father down then I’m sure as shit going to help you do it, baby. After everything he’sdoneto you, I…”
He cuts himself off as fury flashes across his face, not at me butforme. I move and wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him to me tightly. His hands run through his hair before he wraps his arms around me.
“I’m sorry, Davina,” he whispers into the empty hall. It sounds like he’s apologising for more than letting his fury rip free. After a few minutes, I lean my head back to peer up at him, waiting for him to continue now that he’s composed himself. From this angle, the sharpness of his defined jaw is even more obvious.
“Your father is a piece of shit, the worst of the worst. Once you see everything he’s done, it’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt you and I can’t fuckingstandthat he gets to keep hurting you. That I can’t protect you from this. I just hope that when you find out, that you won’t hatemefor keeping it from you. It’s not too late to walk away and save yourself from him. Just say the word and I’ll take care of it all for you.”
My heart pounds in time with his rush of words. Blaze being so worked up has me mentally walking through every scenario I can possibly conjure as to what my father has done. What could warrant such a visceral reaction?
It’s got to be worse than him beating me so many times throughout my life. Worse than blaming me for things thatwere never my fault, delivering the harshest punishments by manipulating his own rules to catch me out. Putting me in situations with his men with no regard or care as to the access they had and the advantage they could and did take of me. Taking me from the only semblance of a life I had and trying to keep me locked away.
“I still want to do this, and I won’t hate you, Blaze. Nothing could make me hate you, I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, love.”
He mouth curves upward but this time it’s sad and pained, like he doesn’t believe me. But that’s okay, I’ll prove to him it. I grab his hand and turn back to face the way we were heading so we can carry on making our way to his office.
Most of the walls are bare, but the wooden panelling gives it a cosy vibe. I imagine us going out and shopping for home décor, picking things out and him laughing at me because it’s the ugliest thing I could find. Secretly knowing that if I truly wanted it, he’d buy it just to make me happy.
I want a future with him.
We stop outside a dark oak door as my daydream comes to an end. I see Blaze pull his phone and tap it a few times until the distinct sound of clicking locks hits my ears. I turn my face to him and arch a brow in question. “Should I start calling you Inspector Gadget?”
