Page 43 of Destruction of Two
“That’s totally an invasion of privacy,” she accuses, lowering her arms and planting her palms on the perfect curve of her hips.
Fucking wet dream in the making here. Hellacious heavenly wings lifted, Izzy in just her skirt and bra, she has no fucking idea that I’m more turned on than intimidated by this dominant stance she’s holding.
“I knocked on the window but no one answered.” My palms lift innocently but it doesn’t distract her glaring eyes. “I missed you. Is that what you want to hear? I missed you and I hate you being so fucking far away.”
She melts. That frustration lining her brow fades away at the sound of my total honesty. Her hands slowly lower and she takes tired steps toward me that make my fingers dig into my palms to stop me from reaching for her before she’s close enough. And then her smooth skin is sliding beneath my palms and she’s right between my legs, letting me hold her as her hands sneak beneath my button-down shirt to blaze a path up my ribs.
My fangs are out before I can stop them.
Christ. Fucking premature fanging.
“I miss you too,” she hums, her nose grazing along my throat in a hypnotic way that makes me hold her harder.
Why am I so damn clingy?
Phoenix would never say it, but I know I come on strong sometimes. My mother says it makes me more loveable. Mothers think all shitty traits are loveable though. That’s like their job.
Last night, and how hard Syko pushed to get to know me, slips through my mind. And now Izzy’s in my arms just because I was blatant with her…
It seems stupid, but the proof is glaring me in the face.
I need to fucking try. Like really try.
Just be honest. Be open. The people I care about want to know my real feelings.
I should share them.
“I think we should have a threesome with Syko,” I say as my fingers stroke through her long glossy hair.
Her body stiffens, and she pulls back slowly. Her dark eyebrows lower and it’s a subtle thing, but she’s moving out of that sweet embrace we had little by little.
Fucking honesty… I’m as terrible as Phoenix right now.
“I meant, I think we… Would you want to meet my mother?” I blurt out and I wish I could pick up those fallen words the moment they tumble out.
Fuck, I’m bad at this. Just being myself is apparently a considerably harder task than I ever realized. But I’ve never had to open up with anyone before. I never loved anyone enough to do it, and maybe a big, fucked up part of me doesn’t really know what love is. I’ve had a shitty enough example of it in my life. My father can’t even give me scraps of love—if he even feels it at all. I learned early on not to beg for it. It’s easier to keep everyone away so they don’t have that opportunity to disappoint me the way my father has all my life.
“Your mom?” The smallest smile is fighting against her lips to be let out.
God now she’s smirking at me.
And I’m smirking at her.
“Is she like your dad?” Her body is back against mine now and I feel slightly better. Maybe I’m not fucking this up as badly as I thought.
“No. Not at all.” I shake my head hard. “She’s a fucking saint honestly. She’s human. She’s... the best fucking person.” I breathe all that out like my personal life weighs on me in a way I’ve never realized before.
“Is she really a nun?” Izzy’s skeptical look pierces into me.
“She is. I think my father seduced her as a fuck you to the Pope but people aren’t stupid. He used her. Her and her offspring are his link to the powerful people of the human world. My mother is the Pope’s most trusted advisor and I know my father didn’t fuck her for petty reasons.”
“Really?” Her wild attention on me pushes realization into me. My father is a shitty person. I’m told he becomes increasingly worse with every century that slips by. And he makes me a shitty person just by association. Just being related to him makes me feel… tainted.
Does Izzy think that?
I stare into her deep dark eyes and I see my own warped reflection there as I toy with her hair and try to keep her close to me for as long as she’ll let me. I don’t want to let her go.
“He’ll call in favor someday. I know he will. It’s been decades but my father is nothing but patient.”
