Page 60 of Double Edged Hearts
I don’t answer. It infuriates him, and he gets up. A gun materializes in his hands, and he aims it at me. As he pulls the trigger, I jump out of my sleep.
Out of the nightmare.
Cora is sitting on the bed, and it’s morning. Blood drips from my nose onto my hands, and she gets up to grab some tissues from the box of Kleenex on the dresser.
I take the tissues when she hands them to me and wipe my nose. It’s the fucking stress getting to me.
“You were talking in your sleep,” she says.
“Shit happens in my dreams too,” I answer and get off the bed.
I feel her eyes on me looking at me in my boxers. I sense her desire and her resistance the way I always do, but today I’m in charge, and I’m purposely holding off from touching her.
She gets up and walks out of the room, but I rush to her and catch her, pulling her to a stop.
“Let go,” she says trying to wrench her arm free of my grasp.
“You gonna stay mad at me forever?”
“Are you going to keep me here forever?”
“Yes.”
“You fucking bastard. You can’t be the man I love if you decide to sit here and hide. Sit here and do nothing until shit comes to get us. Fuck you, you’re just like the mobster you are. Greedy and selfish. I hate you for that. I hate you for making me think you’re just like my father,” she wails and yanks her arm away.
I grab her, pulling her back to me. Her words have enraged me, and I don’t want her to think shit about me.
“Cora, calm the fuck down.”
“I’m leaving!” She slaps me and screams.
She tries to walk away again. This time when I grab her, I pull her to me so hard she crashes into my chest.
I hate feeling helpless. I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do though.
I don’t know what the plan should be other than to hide and keep her safe, but she’s right. That’s not me. I’m not a coward. I’m just acting like one.
There’s too much going on in my head. Too many emotions swirling through my body and soul. Rage and passion consume me. Wanting her and hating the situation are fucking with me, and I can’t be the guy I normally am.
I can’t be that guy because when it comes to her, I lose my shit because I’m fucking scared to lose her. She’s the last thing I have left in this world.
She’s precious to me. Time doesn’t do shit to dull what I’ve always felt for her, and love will make me a coward if that’s what it takes to protect her.
Rage and passion are two things I can’t control. The look in her eyes is a blend of both. I’ve always been good at knowing when this woman wants me, and she knows the same.
I’m done resisting, and I don’t want to fight. I’d much rather do what our bodies want to do to deal with the situation. If fucking is the answer, I’ll do it. I grab her face, and our lips crash together.
I kiss her hard, and she kisses me back. She stops trying to break free of my grasp and gives in to the demanding kiss I claim her with.
I pull her back into the room and tear off her shirt like I’ve been possessed.
I rip her bra, and one of her breasts spills out. I want to suck it and taste her, but the need to be inside her pussy is too much for me to hold back.
I start to take off her pants, and she finishes, kicking them off with her panties.
I shove my boxers down my legs and move to her, taking both her hands and holding them over her head so she’ll submit completely to me.
“You are mine, you hear me?” I growl out the words, and I feel like an ass when a spark of fear flickers in the depths of her eyes. “You hear me, Cora?”
