Page 89 of Heartless Heathens
“Yes.” A fraction of a smile curled on just one side of her lip as if she’d learned how to mirror me too well.
My cock was practically throbbing.
“Hmm. Go wait for me in my bedroom.” I directed her and strode away, not an ounce of fear coming from her.
“Did you not plan on telling me you took your meds?” I asked, standing at the threshold of his bedroom.
“You’re just so sexy when you’re pissed off, Santorini. How can I resist?” He grinned, lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning back.
“You’re a shitty little cunt, you know that?” I pushed away from his room, ignoring the sounds of his laughter and bracing myself for the torment of the silver haired siren who suffocated all of my thoughts lately.
“You both treat him like children.” She said, always far too courageous when she spent time with Corvin.
“We keep himsafe.We keepyousafe. Which is less than what I can say that both of you are capable of doing for each other.” My upper lip peeled up at the idea of them both going off on their own and what an impulsive mess they’d become.
“Your idea of safe is my idea of trapped.” She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.
“That’s because you haven’t gotten a good look at all the monsters out there, Pet. If you think Frollo is as bad as it gets, you’re dead wrong.” But she lifted her chin up in challenge.
“Maybe I’d like to find out for myself.” She stood her ground. “Why do you care if I’m safe?” she added.
“Why do you insist on pushing my buttons?” I questioned her, not fully sure if I liked this newfound sense of bravery that Corvin had so clearly been cultivating inside of her.
“Why don’t you answer my question?” she asked, lifting her chin up at me like she wasn’t backing down.
“What question?” I knew which question she had been referring to, the one that loomed over the both of us like a curse from the fates we couldn’t avoid.
But I wanted to hear her say it again, so I could shatter her a little more, push her away because it was the only thing I knew how to do well. I wanted to break that need in her, that part of her that was so desperate for approval.
She didn’t need it.
“Why won’t you tell me if you like me?”
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground, her eyes immediately scanned over me, lingering over the bits she liked before she glanced at the scarring wound on my chest she caused. She stood from the bed like she was trying to take charge of the situation. I stepped in close to her to remind her that she wasn’t.
Maybe with Felix, maybe even with Corvin.
But not with me.
“Answer me.” Her voice wavered, her anger making her the wrong kind of emotional, and she pulled the black opal blade out and pointed it threateningly.
“Corvin teaching you to use that, Pet?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow up.
“Y-yes,” she stammered out, her hand nowhere near as shaky as her voice.
“Then he must have told you the number one rule. You don’t threaten someone with a weapon, unless you mean to use it.” I stepped closer and she slashed against my chest again, crossing the previous wound and creating an X on the space over my heart.
I didn’t miss the fucking nuance of it all.
I ripped the knife out of her grip forcing a gasp from her before I put it to her own neck.
“Shall I make you bleed for me the way you’ve done to me twice now, Romina?” I glared, waiting for her answer.
“Haven’t you already?” I could still taste her virginity on my lips.
“Not nearly enough.” I breathed out, pulling her in by the back of her head and closing my lips around hers.
She pushed against my chest for a few seconds, but her lips didn’t deny me. Opening up and allowing my tongue to slip in and collide with hers. I could still taste the sweet flavor of the mango ice cream on her tongue and she moaned back before scratching at the fresh cut with her sharp nails.
