Page 25 of Broken Butterfly
She stomps over to me and pushes at my chest with all her might. I have to admit, it hurts. She may look delicate, but she is strong. She’s a fighter.
“Get out of my way, Fallon.”
“Make me,” I taunt her, and she growls in frustration.
She gets up in my face, pure fury overtaking her common sense. Most men know not to challenge me, but this slip of a girl shows her true grit by standing up to me. I have never wanted anyone else like I do her right in this moment. I want her anger and hate. I crave her passion and fire. And even though I told her that love was not real, I would sell my soul to Lucifer himself for her to share her love with me. Even knowing it would be taken away the moment she learned of my secret, it would be worth it.
“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” I spit the words at her.
Elizabeth doesn’t even blink. “Then do it.” She may not have blinked at my threat, but I do at her challenge. “Do it, Fallon. I dare you.”
I stand there like an idiot, not able to make a sound or a move.
“I didn’t think so,” she says and pushes past me. “You’re also a coward, Fallon, and a liar.”
The beast within me snaps and snarls, wanting to be set free. Wanting her to see how lethal I can be. I wrench her arms up over her head and shove her face-first against the wall, causing her to yelp in surprise. I pin her with my body and reach around to slide my hand up to her neck, pulling her head back to me. Squeezing my fingers around her throat, I apply just enough pressure to make it difficult for her to take a deep breath.
“You say I don’t know you, kitten, but you don’t know me.” My fingers grip her flesh tighter.
“You won’t hurt me, Fallon,” she rasps out. I release my hold around her neck, and she slumps forward on the wall.
“Yes, I will.”
She turns around and cups my face in her hands. The contact makes me jerk. No one has ever touched me like this.
“No, you won’t. Ask me to close my eyes and tell you who I see.”
I narrow my frigid blue gaze at her, searching her face. For what? I have no idea. “No,” I grit out and push her back against the wall once again, causing a picture frame to fall off and smash to the floor. I can’t hear her say Ryder’s or Jayson’s name right now.
“I see you, Fallon,” she continues.
“Stop it, Elizabeth.”
“Fallon—” she says, and I steal from her what I’ve been coveting since the day I first saw her at the Fields.
“Goddamn you,” I say right before I kiss her.
It’s not a pretty kiss or a nice kiss. It’s not a playful kiss. It’s a kiss filled with anger and hurt. I stop myself from touching her the way my hands are craving for me to, because I know if I do, I’ll fuck her against this wall and there will be nothing she can do to stop me. I may have allowed the beast to come out, but I strap a short leash on him.
I plunder her sweet mouth, taking what I want and not giving a damn. I can regret it later. Each swipe of my tongue against hers tames the beast inside me until he rolls over and supplicates. She continues to cup my face, applying enough pressure to push me away from her. I don’t comply and instead press fully into her body, feeling every part of her fitting with me like we’re two puzzle pieces locking into place. I force her lips to part wider and kiss her deeper. I’m instantly addicted to the way her soft lips feel against mine, to her taste. Elizabeth is finally able to break the kiss. I can feel the pounding of her heartbeat as it matches the beat of mine.
She looks up at me, lips swollen and red. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“You make me so goddamn crazy, Elizabeth.”
“You still shouldn’t have done that.”
“You wouldn’t shut up.”
We both start laughing.
“We’re so messed up,” she half-heartedly says, shaking her head.
My arms go around her waist and I hold on to her for dear life. I take full responsibility for what just happened. I’d hate to think whatwouldhappen to me if Ryder ever finds out I kissed her.
“Completely damaged and unrepairable,” I agree.
“But perfect in a non-perfect way.”
