Page 8 of Destined for the Devil
"How did you find me last night? Why were you there?" she suddenly asked after her first bite while I just stared at her. Shit. I was hoping thatsomehow, she wouldn't ask that, but obviously, she wanted to know how exactly I happened to be there at the right time.
"I was driving by and saw the house go up in flames, so I stopped, and then I saw someone climb out of the window, and it was you," I lied in one breath, but she looked up at me and pierced me with her wholesome and pure eyes, full of disbelief.
"Really? I saw someone standing at the side of the building right before I smashed the window and inhaled a ton of smoke. Was that you?" She questioned. I kind of liked how straightforward and honest she was.
Amazing, I began picking up on all the little things about her.
"No. Must have been someone else." I tried to brush it off but knew it was the lamest excuse in the world. She was silent for a bit while she slowly chewed.
"Mm. How many people do you think just hang out beside a house going up in flames?" she asked.
"Are you accusing me of lying?" I responded strongly, and her eyes met mine, full of fear and apprehension.
"No...I'm just—I’m just trying to figure out what happened."
I mean, she had every right to find out what happened, but I wasn't about to tell her who was responsible for it.
"I'm going to leave this for later, okay? I just want to lie down for a bit." She pushed the plate away and spoke gently again. She only had three small bites of food; it must have been too painful to stand.
"Come on. I'll put gauze on your cuts and go." I was ready to get the hell away from her before I did something stupid.
"No, it's okay. I'll do it myself." She tried to reject my help, but I knew she couldn't do anything herself.
"Don't argue. Come on."
Very slowly, she followed me into her room. I momentarily left her to get some pain meds, but she began refusing again. She clearly didn'tknow that I didn't take no for an answer.
"Take the pills, or I will make you. You need help right now. What are you? A masochist? Just take the fucking painkiller." Goddamn it, she looked so fucking delicious and cuddly in my shirt and boxers; it was hard to focus.
A thought ran through me at the speed of light: that's what she would look like if she were my girlfriend. No! No, what the fuck?! I didn't do girlfriends and relationships!
Snap the fuck out of it.
"No, it's okay; the pain will go away if I fall asleep." She refused again, but I was done arguing. I roughly grabbed her jaw, pressing into her cheeks until her mouth opened from the pressure. I couldn't stop myself! I wanted to touch hersomehow,and this was an opportunity that I took.
Sweet Jesus, her mouth open from my touch, her eyes staring up at me—fuck, she looked so good,toogood. Her presence in my house was completely clouding my brain.
I didn't know what got into me. I wasn't used to disobedience. I placed the pill on her wet and warm tongue and, still holding her jaw, passed her a glass of water with the other hand.
"Drink and swallow. And don't make me do that again." I stepped a little closer, and there was something in her gaze that really made me regret doing that. She didn't look scared; no, she looked with provocation, not submission.
Her dainty hand swatted mine, and her tongue pulled back into her mouth. Yeah, I almost passed out at seeing that. With sharp movements, she grabbed the glass and drank it all to the last drop, never looking away from me.
"Don't fucking do that again. Or I will kick you in the balls. When I can move my legs again." She chuckled and completely disoriented me. I really didn't know who or what Isla was like, and her personality seemedcontradictory. She was meek and timid one minute, and then the next, she promised to hurt me. I would’ve loved to fucking see that.
"Get on the bed. I don't have all night to babysit you." I barked back.
"You don't have to babysit me at all. I can do it myself; I told you,” she responded sweetly. God-fucking-damn it, she was a paragon of virtue.
"Like hell you can. Look at yourself; you can barely stand." At these words, she slowly stepped back and lay down on her stomach obediently.
Oh, what a sight. Immediately, my head flooded with dirty images. I imagined her beneath me, ass up, face down, and me fucking pounding into her with no mercy. Her ass was so juicy, and I imagined my hands on her, smacking and squeezing it, and her moaning at my touch.
I shut my eyes for a second and breathed through the intrusive thoughts. The images dissipated, and I stepped closer to her, ready to douse her in whatever ointment would help her heal.
As soon as my fingers made contact with her skin, she propped herself up on her elbows but dropped her head. "Ow, ow, ow!" she whined loudly. I continued on, ignoring the pressure in my crotch.
"See? I told you pain meds were a good idea." I chastised her while she winced loudly.
