Page 58 of Savior
She stares at me as she takes a step backwards. This time I can clearly see that my words have sunken in.
“Dean, I knew the whole time I was there that I was in a dangerous situation… I knew it could have turned ugly. And that I would have been powerless to stop whatever they wanted to do.” She admits. “Is that what you want to hear? You’re right. I was wrong. I wanted answers, but I did a stupid thing… It was a terrible mistake… Please don’t cut up my dress.”
“I fucking hate that dress now, Vanna. I don’t want to see you in it again.”
“I’ll take it off. I won’t wear it around you.”
“Impossible. I’m around you every day. We’re fucking engaged, Vanna. We live together. It’s gotta go.”
She looks at me incredulously now, hands back on her hips. “Are you serious? You’re actually going to cut this dress off me?”
“Of course not.” I mutter, flipping the blade closed with a flourish and slipping it back into my pocket. “I’d never risk hurting you, doll.” Stepping closer to her, I grab the neckline of the fabric in both fists. Ripping it wide open, the dress tears easily with a satisfying hiss, straight down to her naval. She gasps, shocked at my admittedly irrational action. I’m glad it’s destroyed though. I’ll buy her a new fucking dress.
“I can’t believe you just did that...” She stares down at the massive tear. Her bra and abdomen fully exposed as the tattered fabric now hangs from her body.
“Go take your shower. I don’t want to smell that fucking place on you either… And when you come out, I’m gonna make you smell like me.”
She frowns at me. “You’re being an asshole now.”
I shrug. “I think I’m entitled to be a little upset with you.” I step aside and gesture for her to proceed to the master bathroom. “Go.”
Scowling at me, she pulls the tattered dress off her shoulders, one then the other, letting the fabric fall in a pool around her feet. Standing there in only her underwear, she crosses her arms and continues to glare at me with defiance.
“I admitted I was wrong. Can you at least acknowledge you should have told me what was going on, and that I was only trying to help?”
“I do.” I honestly say. I know she meant to get answers. However, the facts remain the same. “But baby, you fucked up. You fucked up big. And you fucked up on multiple levels. You’re lucky I don’t toss you over my knee and spank the Hell out of you for it.”
Though, the thought of doing just that to her, is taking me from pissed off, to slightly turned on. Especially with her standing there, practically naked, glaring at me. Fuck… Though, that would be something I’m not sure she’s ready for. Gently grabbing her throat in the heat of passion is one thing. Spanking her as punishment, is another entirely. I’m not convinced, however, that destroying her dress was enough to instill this hard lesson.
I watch her as she unhooks her bra, still scowling at me as she slips it off and chucks it at my face. I catch it and watch her storm into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. The lock clicks, and I smile for the first time in what feels like forever.
“I can pick that in less than three seconds, you know.”
“Eat me!” she shouts from inside.
I grin to myself. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Vanna.” She doesn’t respond this time. I only hear the shower turn on.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my wallet and remove a credit card, making quick work of jimmying the lock on the bathroom door. Placing the credit card back in my wallet, I toss it on the dresser and take my time getting undressed. I want to give her a few minutes to get herself in the shower. Grabbing her torn dress off the floor, I toss it into the back of the closet for now. I don’t want her to see it when I take her again in our bed.
As I enter the bathroom, I hope this move doesn’t land me in a world of pain because she knees me in the balls, or slaps the shit out of me… I fucking need her. Now. To drive the dark and twisted images from my mind. To chase away the feelings that fucking word conjures up inside of me, even though I know that’s not what I am…
I’ll always be Vanna’s Savior. Her guardian. Her dark Knight.
She is my serenity. My salvation. My whole life.
I was harsh to her, though it was for her own good. Now, I only want to show her tenderness.
Opening the door, I step inside the steamy bathroom and shut it behind me. She’s got the lights set to dim, and I watch her for a moment, through the large wall of glass. Her arms are up, fingers in her lathered-up hair, scrubbing. Water mixes with suds cascading down her naked, curvaceous body, and I can’t wait to have my hands all over her again.
I clear my throat before I say her name softly. “Vanna…”
“Get out.”
Stripping off my socks and panties, I leave them on the floor right where I stand before stepping inside the large stone shower. Dean can be a real asshole, but his shower is amazing. A huge wall of glass with natural stone tiles, floor to ceiling. There’s even a stone bench inside, below the three small square windows above that let in natural light, though, it’s dark out now. I’m grateful for the luxury bathroom. I’m not coming out any time soon… The brute!
Walking into the hot cascading water, it instantly feels like bliss, washing away and easing some of the tension in my body.
I am sorry. I shouldn’t have gone to that damn club house. And I won’t go there again.
