Page 226 of Savior
His arm drops back to his side as he mutters, “You came along… And ruined everything.”
“What did I ever do to you?”
“You stir things that should remain stagnant!”
“What are you talking about? Legion, I’ve done nothing to you.”
“You’ve done plenty.” He scoffs, saying mockingly, “Women… the great creators.”
“I find it very interesting a man like yourself, can be so open minded to the few things we actually do have in common, yet harbor such animosity towards women.”
“TheCreators of life. Destruction. Misery.” He goes on. “In some instances, even War. You women are to blame for all the misery on this fucking earth.” I can see the tension in his body, the slight tremble coursing through him as his long fingers curl into fists at his sides. The tightness around his eyes and the sneer across his lips, it’s as if he finds me disgusting. “You’ve played your part in ruining everything.” He mutters again. “If not for you…” his words trail off as he shakes his head slowly.
I simply stare back at him, unable to fathom a legitimate reason for his disdain. “Legion…”
His chiseled, smooth shaven jaw ripples as it clenches. “Don’t call me that.” He hisses through gritted teeth. I’m sure I look as confused as I feel, because his glaring expression only intensifies. “My name, is Damien.”
“Alright… Damien.” His name barely makes it past my lips, before he has me pinned against the cold stone wall, my purse with the gun, now somehow on the floor at my feet.
His long fingers in a strong grip around my wrists, which he has trapped behind my back. The front of his hard body is pressed against me, that sneering mouth of his, inches from my own lips, which are parted and panting with a mixture of surprise and sudden fear.
“What are you doing?” I barely hear my own voice.
“The Queen protects the King. Those were your words, sweet one… Your words. Now tell me, with your pretty words… What would you do to protect him?” His warm, smokey breath fans my face. He clamps my wrists roughly in one hand, so strong it’s like a vice, and brings his other hand around to touch my pregnant belly. “How far would you go? What are you willing to sacrifice?”
“I’ll kill you myself before I let you hurt my baby.” My heartbeat is racing, thundering in my ears with a mixture of fear and anger. But I mean it. I’ll rip his throat out with my own teeth if I have to.
“Good girl.” He smiles oddly. “That’s what good mothers should do.” He leans into me, his lips nearly touching mine now. “I’m not talking about your son. I’d never harm your child. How far are you willing to go, for Keegan?”
I attempt to struggle out of his grip, but it’s no use. “Every part of me belongs to him. I’m untouchable!”
He chuckles, squeezing my wrists harder, his free hand stroking down my face. “Are you, now?”
“Whatever you do to me, do you honestly think it will be me?” I glare at him. “You can’t break me.”
“The urge to call your little bluff and exploit your desperation, is nearly overwhelming, sweet one… I may be scum... but I’m not the monster you think I am. Not that kind, anyway... I want you present, and willingly.”
“You’ll never have me willingly.”
“I’m a patient man.”
“You’re a delusional man.” His hand snakes up my body to grip my jaw in his long fingers. Squeezing just hard enough to teeter on the precipice of pain. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.” I manage to whisper.
His intense expression softens slightly. “And you believed me…”
I can’t tell if he’s asking a question, or mocking my mistake in coming here, with a statement. “I want to.”
“I want you… to...” He says on a whisper of his own. He’s barely spoken the words before his mouth crashes to mine, and I have no time to decipher the double speak in his words.
I’m completely stunned at first, and he takes complete advantage of that as well, releasing my wrists to hold my face in both hands. Dominating and desperate at the same time, he takes my mouth possessively, shoving his tongue inside as I attempt to protest.
With my now free hands, I push against Legion’s chest, but he only crushes me harder up against the wall, invading my mouth with his brutal kiss. He swallows my pleading whimpers, which only seem to drive him on, his tongue thrusting and sweeping through my mouth, as if he wishes to claim every inch of it for himself. As if he wants to devour my soul like the Demon he is.
Thoughts of Dean flood my mind as my fingernails dig into Legion’s leather cut, and I attempt to turn my head to break this kiss. But Legion’s strong hands hold me right where he wants me, having his complete way with my whimpering mouth, while I attempt to beg him to stop.
When he finally pulls back, my fist connects with his jaw, hard enough to send a sharp, shooting pain through my hand.
Legion stumbles a few steps back from me, a stunned expression of his own across his sharp features now.
