Page 15 of Equilibrium
I was pissed off, and I wanted to hide. I wanted to leave her be and take out my frustrations on somebody else. Somebody that wasn’t her. But the girl that tried sucking my dick earlier couldn’t even get me hard because I couldn’t see anything but her.
Ophelia in that church.
Ophelia with Kieran.
The way he looked at her and the way she looked at me.
The first time I saw her.
The first time I kissed her.
It was like an avalanche of memories, and I pushed the girl away, leaving her with her mouth agape.
And Creed. For fuck’s sake.
Seeing him like that. Holding her, choking her, I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill one of my men and I wouldn’t even care, because nobody touched her.
No one but me.
No matter what, she was the one I wanted.
She was my queen, and the demons swirling in the pits of her soul, they were calling to me. There was darkness inside of her. The type of darkness I’d never felt in anybody else. It called to me. It was a siren’s song for my soul, and for the first time, I wanted to have somebody next to me.
I thought it was impossible. Maybe it was madness, but I was already a madman. A deranged man, and she was the same.
Her insanity, her depravity, her bloodlust, they were mine to hold, mine to cherish.
“Why am I here, Storm?”
My name on her lips was the sweetest melody.
She was beaten up, she looked skinny, and I wanted to go back there to kill all three of them for what they did to her. I didn’t know the story behind it all, but I was going to find out. She killed Kieran, just like they instructed her to.
I was hired to help her; I was hired to destroy her. I just didn’t know it washerat the time.
She had looked like a fallen angel, standing in the ashes of those that wronged her. I knew with everything I had in me—she was perfect for this life.
If only I could make her stay.
I almost hated myself for knocking her out, but it had to be done. She was getting away, and God knew when the next time would be that I actually saw her.
Then there was the promise I’d made.
I didn’t feel remorse when I’d made the deal. I didn’t, because I didn’t know that the same Ophelia Aster is the girl holding the keys to my soul.
Just when I thought I had it all, life decided to knock me on my ass.
“Storm?” she asked again, a frown marring her face.
Those lips were made for kissing, and right now I wanted nothing more than to do that, but we had to talk. I had to know what the story behind her involvement with the Albanians was. I had to know why she killed Kieran.
People talked, and what I managed to gather was that they were engaged once. Four years ago, to be precise. The same time I met her, and the same time Ophelia Aster disappeared from the face of the earth.
“Where have you been?” I asked her instead. I needed her answers more than she needed mine, and I needed time.
Time to figure out how to get us out of this shit. Time to figure out how to get everything I wanted, because I wasn’t giving up on her.
She smirked and sat on the bed, my shirt on her looking ten sizes bigger. A weird satisfaction flew through me. An ownership. I wondered how she’d look with her own cut on, riding on my bike, her thighs squeezing mine.
