Page 55 of Destined for the Devil
"Isla, come on. Yes, I've seen them both before, but Isla, please...that was all in my past. You are the only one, Angel, you are the only one." I moved the chair out of the way, taking a step toward her, but she began walking backward faster.
She scoffed. "I get it. It was in your past, but it somehow intrudes intoourpresent." She rounded the dining table, backing into the kitchen.
"Isla, please. I don’t even know what to say, baby. You know I didn’t call them. I don’t know how they ended up here. Baby...you know I fucked around, but I found the one. The only woman I wantto be with for the rest of my life."
Her eyes widened as soon as those words left my lips, and it went from bad to worse. Not only did my past just scratch its way back in, but my desperate, internal thoughts also made their way out.
"What?" she asked in disbelief, sniffling loudly. Fuck. We'd been together for three weeks, and here I was telling her I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She had to have known that thought, right? She had to have known that I meant it—I would never let her go.
I squeezed my eyes shut and just tried to restart. "Look, just forget about them. Someone is obviously playing a very dirty game here, and I think I know who. Isla. I love you. I love you with all my heart. Please believe that I'm just as shocked as you are that they were here."
She finally slowed down and stopped, allowing me to approach her. I couldn’t decipher the expression on her face, but I reached out, and she flinched, as if I would physically hurt her.
"I think...I think this was a mistake." Her words died in the air between us, her sniffles promptly replacing her message. The blood pumped in my ears, utterly shocked to hear her say that. This was a stab in the heart.
"What...was a mistake?" I clarified slowly, trapped in a horror movie.
"Us. All this." Large tears raced down her cheeks, but she wasn’t crying. "I realize that I don't...I don't actually know you. You’re cold...and heartless, and you will end up breaking my heart. This is just the start." Isla finished talking but didn't look at me, only wiped her tears.
The rage overpowered me. "Stop! Stop talking like that, Isla!” The words burst out, all of me rejecting what she’d just said. “Fine, I've done all kinds of shit, but you can't possibly give up this easily because of what happened—I don't even know what happened! Or what they were doing here! Fuck them. Fuck everyone! It's just you and me, end of story!" My fist slammed down on the island, and Isla snapped her eyes to it. "You're mine. And I'm yours. It doesn't matter what happened in the past."
Isla purposely averted her gaze, and her disobedience was waking up that untamed part of me. "Look at me,” I ordered, but she crossed her arms and studied the floor instead. "Look. At. Me." I gritted out and bent down to catch her gaze.
Something came over me. I grabbed her jaw between my fingers, jerking her awake. Stunned, she finally lifted her eyes to me, looking a little scared.
But then I recognized that look. The same one she gave me when I’d forced that pill on her tongue when I’d just met her. Instantly, her words from that day rushed back to me. Clearly, she was thinking the same thing because in a second, overwhelming pain radiated throughout my body when her shin made very strong contact with my balls.
My vision went black, and I dropped to my knees, unable to take a full breath in.Fuck, that hurt!
"I told you I would kick you in the balls if you grabbed me like that again, hm?" Isla whispered in my ear, her scent invading my senses. She gently ran her hand down my cheek, speaking with force. "But also, this is for not taking care of your past and letting it come back and hurt me. Call all your fucking whores and tell them all to fuck off.Iam your only whore now. No other bitch will ever take my place."
Stunned from her words, I could barely make out her silhouette in front of me, watching me crouch in pain. Panting, on my knees, I was submitted to the woman who ruled all of me.
Damn, I didn’t recognize her. It was always the other way around—I dominated, but in this moment, she was in total control, her arms crossed, her eyes destroying me.
The black jeans she wore hugged every inch of her thighs, and her little white t-shirt outlined her lacy bra. She ignited all my imagination. Still on my knees and clutching my balls, I focused on breathing when she took a tiny step toward me, her bellybutton right in front of my eyes.
All of her was divine.She smelled like lust, love, passion, and indulgence. I inhaled deeply, her scent injecting color into the darkness of my mind and sending all the blood down to my cock.
I needed to have her. Now. Not in ten minutes, not in one minute,now.
I lunged toward her, but she anticipated it and quickly stepped back. I caught myself right before I faceplanted on the floor. Standing above me, she grinned—slow and wicked, as if daring me.
Enough. I started to rise, but Isla’s naked foot landed on my right shoulder! I was astonished. Who was she?!
"No, no. Stay on the floor, Roman,” she ordered and pressed her foot down into me. "And tell me. Tell me how sorry you are. Tell me howscaredyou are of me walking out that door. Tell me...what I mean to you."
Flat on my stomach, my chin an inch away from the ground, I was submitted fully, only allowed to raise my gaze up to her. It was comical because I was huge, and one shove of my shoulder could send her flying, but I stayed on the floor, letting her have her moment of power.
At the same time, we both knew the truth: she may have been physically weaker, but she held all the power over me. She had me wrapped around her little finger, and she had all of me. All my love, all my power, all my loyalty. My future. If she walked out of that door and out of my life, I would never be able to move on. Never be able to survive.
She took her foot off my shoulder, and I rose slowly and carefully, lifting up my hands in a sign of submission. I’d never been in this kind of circumstance before—standing on my knees, in front of anyone.
I reached out, pausing mid-air, and slid my hand on her thigh, watching her reaction closely. I pulled her in slowly, and she ceded, taking a tiny step closer and allowing me the opportunity to wrap my other arm around her legs. Her chest rose and fell with her unsteady breath, and herunsure hands landed on the back of my neck, but this was a step in the right direction.
God, this was precious. On my knees, belonging to her, I pressed my cheek into her abdomen and entrapped her with my arms, her warm and familiar body melting into me. "Iamscared, Isla,” I said quietly. I was going to tell her everything I felt. "I'm scared to lose you. I'm scared you will leave me. I'm so scared that I will have to gooneday without you. I can’t. I can’t live without you."
The moment frozen in time, I found her gaze with mine, all of her anger and dominance gone without a trace. That familiar look of love and care overpowered her and spurred me on.
