Page 94 of Nemesis
“Not everything,” I whispered.
He whipped around, facing me again. Anger rapidly consumed him and radiated off him in tidal waves, submerging me in their path.
“You lied to me.” There was a pause before he went on. “Again,” he finished, his tone harsher this time.
My gut clenched at his tone.
Shaking my head, I pushed against the lump forming in my throat and took a step closer, reaching out to grab his hand. “Let me ex—”
I’d barely touched him before he pulled it away, as if I’d burned him. His arms shot up, effectively cutting me off as he backed away from me again.
“Do not touch me,” he gritted out, his jaw twitching from how tightly he was grinding his teeth.
I pressed my lips together, watching him through watery eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut, dropping my head, a hot tear escaping and flowing down my cheek, the saltiness flooding my taste buds.
I swallowed down the rest of my upcoming tears, breathing through my nose as I tried to gather myself because he deserved an explanation. I slowly opened my eyes again and looked at him, my eyes begging him to forgive me.
“Please,” my voice cracked. “Please,mi cielito, let me explain.”
His eyes darkened and he snapped forward, his hand pushing against my chest until my back hit the cargo container where Victor’s body was rotting, the cold seeping through the thin fabric of my dress.
Caging me in, he forced my legs open with his knee, his right hand landing right beside my head, sending a loud thud resonating around us. He leaned over me, bringing his face closer, barely leaving an inch separating us.
“Don’t. You’ve lost the right to call me that.”
Trying to stay calm, I brought my palm up to rest against his forearm, but he shook me off and grabbed my wrists in his left hand, trapping my hands between our flushed bodies.
His chest rose rapidly as he spoke. “Stop touching me.”
“I’m sorry.”
He gave me an incredulous look, his breathing uneven. Dipping his head closer, he removed his hand from the wall, bringing it to coast down my body until it reached the opening of the slit on my dress.
He snaked his hand up inside my thigh. A deep groan reverberated from his chest when his fingers brushed against the strap on the inside of my thigh as he took my gun out of its holster.
“Theo,” I whimpered, trying to fight against his hold on my wrists, but my resistance only made him tighten it, provoking a snarl out of him.
“What is it,mi alma, are you going to feed me more lies?” His words were cold, a chill slithering down my spine.
The distrust and anger layering his voice sent a sharp pain piercing through my chest, but I pushed it aside, knowing there was truth to his statement.
I’d lied to him seven years ago and continued to do so even after he’d uncovered who I was.
He ran the warm barrel along the inside of my leg, dragging it up at a torturous pace, goose bumps sprouting in its wake. My heart rate sped up, fear thrumming in my veins.
“I didn’t want to drag you into this mess,” I confessed, my voice strained.
My arms still pinned between our bodies, he leaned in further, bringing his lips closer. “You always have excuses,” he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over my lips.
His fierce eyes were locked firmly on mine as he traced the lining of my dress’s slit, stopping at its juncture. Pulling the fabric to the side with my gun, he revealed what was underneath.
Me.Bare.
The cold air hitting my center sent a shiver racking through my body. Curiosity washed over his features and his gaze dropped to look for the cause. I kept my gaze on his face as I watched his restraint slowly slip.
After a beat, he finally looked up and spoke against my lips.
“Hmm, look what we have here,” he murmured, pressing a feather kiss to the corner of my mouth.
