Chapter 16
CASSIDY
He knows.
I can see it in his eyes, his body’s reaction to me, and a few other telltale signs along the way today.
Sympathy oozes from him, and I hate it. Every cell in my body is out for vengeance, but the tight hold he has on me won’t allow it.
He doesn’t need answers from me, because he knows I have none.
He knows I’m not the enemy.
He knows everything.
“Put me down!” I push against his chest with all my strength.
“No,” he snaps back, just as sharp. “No fucking way, Cass.” He holds me tighter as if scared to lose me, but that can’t be true.
“You’re mine, Little Demon.” Then he grips my jaw.
“If anyone lays a finger on you or my boy again, I won’t just cut off their finger, I’ll fuckin’ force feed them their cocks. ”
My eyes widen. Holy shit. He didn’t just cut off the diner guy’s finger, he … My jaw falls open. “You took off the kids’ parents’ fingers too?”
A deadly fire in his eyes tells me I’m right.
“Damn fuckin’ right I did.” His lip curls into a satisfied smile, one I want to kiss and also swipe all at once.
The thought of him knowing about my past makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry, to run away with Noah and never look back. Yet a part of me knows that’s why he won’t let me leave his arms. He’s truly scared of losing me.
He knows me so well already. He’s the missing part of me, and right now, I hate him for it.
I shake my head. “I-I can’t be here, Killa. Please let me go.” Tears stream down my face. “Please.” My fight-or-flight mode is activated, and my entire body is filled with an urgent need to leave.
I push at his T-shirt, but he doesn’t budge, and the humiliation of what he might know flashes through me, like lightning striking me and rendering me frozen.
Does he know I was just a scared little girl?
A violent sob leaves me, and I hit him harder. Curling my hands into fists, I fight like never before. How I wish I’d fought all those years ago.
“Please.”
Scared and begging for her mommy despite not calling her that for years.
I scream and hit him harder.
Does he know how I was barely a teenager when I had my baby? My rapist’s baby.
“P-Please!” I plead as tears spill down my cheeks. Then I lurch forward and try to headbutt him, ignoring the fact I’m suffering from a concussion.
“Cass, I’m warning you.” Then he grips hold of my cheeks and lowers his forehead to mine. “Don’t make me force you, Little Demon.”
“Please.” I push at his chest, but he doesn’t move.
“Tell me what to do, Little Demon.” His eyes are watery as they plead with mine, and the desperation in his voice makes my heart ache.
An agonizing scream rips from me. “Take the pain away. Take it away!” I bellow, surging forward again.
He turns us, then cradles the back of my head like I’m the most precious possession he’s ever held, and I watch transfixed as he lowers me to the mattress before pausing and searching my eyes.
He drags his tongue over his top lip, then pushes back on his heels, and instead of using this opportunity to flee the room, I am captivated by the way he slides his cut off his shoulders.
Leaning forward, he places it on the chair beside his bed before tugging his T-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor, showing it much less respect than the cut.
His body is chiseled to perfection, every part of him marked with some form of ink or another, and my eyes devour every inch, all the way up to the branding on his neck.
A whimper leaves me; our combined mark of ownership creates a dull ache in my chest.
My heart hammers, causing a whooshing in my ears, but the distinctive sound of his belt clinking has my core clenching and snaps me out of my anger. “Not fuckin’ you hard, Cass, even though you deserve it for being a brat.”
I chew into my bottom lip, excited by the idea of his cock inside me and the mention of me being a brat.
“Gonna show you what you mean to me, Little Demon.” His eyes hold a promise, and when he pulls his thick cock from his jeans, my pussy weeps.