Page 94 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
“Because, darling, despite this prickly façade, youwantto keep me happy.”
All traces of humor and malice drain from Mateo’s face. His eyes shutter and all that remains is a shell of a man, numb to the world and Demetria’s words. She struck a chord, pulled a card he wasn’t ready for. She knows her worth and that’s a dangerous thing for a woman like her.
Demi senses the shift in his mood. She glances at Colt, eyebrows furrowing together. The bastard gives her an encouraging nod and wink.
I nearly choke on my drink. Colt, the heartless dickwad, fucking winked at our girl. I think I’m having a heart attack.
No, that’s just a burst of laughter straining to escape from my chest. I bite the inside of my cheek and look away from the lot of them.
We’re a sorry bunch of vampires, pining after a woman who despises us. Her hate feels so good, though. We’re as fucked up as she is, wanting someone who was born to kill our kind. Infatuation bloomed when she threatened to stab me, and it’s spiraled into a near obsession the longer she’s been here.
I want her threats.
Her knife at my throat.
I want her rage.
Her wet pussy clamping around my dick as I ram into her during an angry fuck.
My cock hardens in my pants. Colt and Mateo narrow their eyes at me. Nothing gets past those two.
Then Demi says three words that make all three of us gasp.
“I’ll kill myself.”
“No you damn well won’t,” Colt says on a growl, shoving his chair back and leaning over her.
“Aww, babe, I didn’t know you cared.”
Her sarcasm is annoying rather than endearing at this very moment.
“Why would you threaten such a thing?” I ask, placing my hand over hers on the table.
She draws her arm back, not accepting my comfort. “Because,” she says and takes her final drink of wine before continuing, “I’d rather die than be controlled by a man.”
Colt
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. We had a plan. Get inside her head. How the hell did she manage to get inside of mine?
This isn’t how I expected things to go. I considered Demi hard to get, not fucking impossible. Mateo cock blocked me for too long, and I am in one hundred percent agreement with her. Mateo can’t keep her from us.
That doesn’t mean I want her to kill herself. The dramatic—albeit gorgeous—little piece of work stares at Mateo with an expectant look on her face. She’s not backing down.
“Demi,” I say, controlling the rush of anger that overcame me.
She tilts her head to look up at me; the corner of one of her lips twists up. “Yes?”
“There will be no self-destruction.”
Her hand caresses my cheek and her eyes drop to my lips. “Oh Colt, if you haven’t learned by now that self-destruction is my modus operandi, you’re not as smart as I thought you were.”
Grayson lets out the laugh he’s been holding back for a few minutes. It’s loud enough to startle her, but her eyes don’t leave mine. She pinches my cheek.
“Like I said, I’d rather die than be controlled by a man.”
Mateo blows out a hard breath. “Him not wanting you to kill yourself is hardly controlling.”
A weight lifts off of me when she swings her gaze to Mateo. “You’re dodging the question. Avoidance is the art of cowards, Mateo. I thought you were better than that.”
