Page 17 of Deviants
I was so lost to this man, trapped under his wicked spell. He would forever be my beloved devil.
When he finally spoke, the familiar deep timbre of his voice sent delicious chills down my spine.
“You look like complete shit, but you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He clicked his tongue and reached out, gently trailing his knuckles down the swollen side of my face.
It wasn’t until a door slammed in the distance and I became extremely aware of how real his touch felt that clarity came rushing back to my mind and I knew this wasn’t a dream.
The natural exotic smell of him and the heady scent of blood and old piss filled my lungs as I sucked in a harsh breath. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and kick his ass at the same time.
I wasn’t ready for, or expecting, the wave of emotion that came crashing down on me now that we were right in front of each other.
I felt like we’d just ended the most fucked up game of hide-and-go-seek in history.
All I had to do was lift my hand and I’d be able to touch him. My brain started churning at a mile a minute. I suddenly felt ultra-awake. Adrenaline flowed like lava through my veins.
There were so many things I wanted to say; I’d planned this out in my head a thousand times, but I could never bring myself to tell him how I felt, and that didn’t miraculously change in the short span of two weeks.
I buried it and did my best to act indifferent. That could all wait. All I needed to focus on right then was getting far the fuck away from wherever I was.
Glancing to the left, I was glad to see that someone had at least had the decency to take the bodies away.
I leaned forward to stretch and every muscle in my body screamed in protest; I was so sore, it even hurt to flex my toes.
I was okay, though. I’d been in worse pain when he found me the first time and saved me from becoming someone’s dinner.
Romero shifted and rose back up to his full height. I stared at his shiny black boots, taking my time to appreciate what I’d been missing as my eyes drifted up his body. He had on dark jeans that hugged his amazing ass, and a dark shirt covering all his beautiful tattoos.
When I got to his face, I was greeted with a smug as fuck grin. “That’s just a preview. If you’re an extra good girl, I’ll let you have a private showing.”
I scoffed to hide a smile as if I didn’t know every inch of him by heart.
“Are you going to get these off me?” I lifted my wrists up, shaking the chains.
His hand reached down and took hold of the rusted links on the left. He gave a gentle tug but made no effort to remove them.
“You’re good for my ego. This whole damsel in distress thing you have going on almost makes me feel like a hero.”
So, we were jumping right back into it were we? I huffed out an annoyed breath and told myself to count to ten.
I couldn’t make it past zero.
“I’m not a fucking damsel, asshole! I wouldn’t even be in this situation if it wasn’t for you, so just take the goddamn chains off and I can go.”
He immediately dropped the links and stepped back, crossing his arms. Ugh. It should have been a sin to be so damn gorgeous. “You shouldn’t talk like that, babe. It’s unbecoming of a lady. And don’t you mean sowecan go?”
I ground my teeth and glared up at him.
Goddamn it.
“What do you want from me now?”
“Not much.” He smirked, and I knew whatever came out of his mouth next was going to piss me off more than he just had.
“You don’t have to do anything drastic, like thank me for saving your ungrateful assagain. Just admit that you need me, and this can all go away.”
I did need him. I needed him to feed the addict in me. I needed him to fill the bottomless void inside me so I could feel whole again. We were tied together from the second we met.
He was already aware of all this. The fucker just wanted to hear me admit it aloud. Was I going to? Hell no. I was stubborn, and didn’t appreciate ultimatums.
