Chapter 58 #3
My kitten is turned on – and she hates it.
Something inside my head shifts, and my fascination with her twists into obsession.
I don’t give a flying fuck if she’s a spy.
I want her.
Hate simmers through my veins. It hasn’t slowed since the moment she admitted the truth last night.
He violated her. He took advantage of her body, and I was right there.
I could have done something. Instead, I let myself be blinded by my own emotions.
I abandoned her.
I left fighting leathers in her room while she showered, thinking she would be ready to fight back.
Instead, she’s barely had a sip of coffee, and already she’s blaming herself and thinks she owes something to that asshole.
Not fucking happening.
My kitten doesn’t feel comfortable with anger. She’s rolling over, letting others take from her, just like she did in the Mortal Realm.
Enough.
I will gladly make her hate me if it means she learns to fight back.
“A nice, easy, violence-free life is what the warm hole needs,” I taunt, loving the way fire grows in her eyes.
Her throwing knife hits my chair, only millimeters from my neck.
My cock immediately stiffens.
Fuuuck that’s hot. But more importantly, I’ve found a way to get through to her.
I am crossing so many lines. But how the fuck am I supposed to sleep after almost losing her again? Besides, it’s not like I’m sleeping in her bed.
Her floor is a perfectly reasonable place to close my eyes.
I didn’t think my obsession could worsen. Until I realized I’ve been a fucking moron, and that everything I thought about her was wrong.
She’s stronger than every last one of us, and I am in awe of her.
That night on the cliffs, I may as well have jumped. Because the moment I glimpsed the darkness that lurks deep within her soul, existence as I knew it died.
Her soul calls to me in a way that is consuming. It beckons me, and I’m powerless to follow.
She deserves someone who will see that darkness and dedicate their life to building her a happy existence, so that the shadows can never catch her.
A good man would walk away if they couldn’t give her at least that.
I’m not a good man. I’m the fucking monster who craves her because of her darkness.
I want nothing more than to break her all over again, just so that I can fuse her pieces to mine.
She deserves someone like Magnus and Damien.
They could be good for her.
I’ll fucking kill them if they ever touch her again.
Fuck, I’m a selfish prick.
I’m still fucking keeping her, though. Now, I just need to convince her that she wants me too.
Warmth fills my chest, chasing away all rational thought as my kitten smiles at me.
Fuck me, maybe I do want to be a good man, just so that I can make her do that more often.
I’ve been training her for a few days now, and her smart mouth is getting sassier by the minute. I’m starting to think she’s doing it on purpose, to goad a reaction out of me. The thought has me stifling a laugh.
If only she fucking knew.
Every moment I spend with her – watching how her clever mind works, hearing her laugh, and feeling her pulse race – makes me question why I ever bothered to breathe, if it wasn’t to draw out her reactions.
It’s already taking everything in me to keep my distance.
I’m trying to be good for her, to help her see how strong she truly is. She needs to know she deserves the world, even if she never wants me back. The right thing to do is to give her space and to keep my hands to myself.
My little kitten is out of her ever-loving mind.
She thought I didn’t want her?
I only meant to tease her, so that she knew a fraction of how much I crave her. Until I fucking tasted her. And fuck me, if that didn’t annihilate my restraint.
I couldn’t go back to keeping my distance, even if I tried. I will claim her so completely that there is no doubt where she belongs.
She is fucking mine.
No, fuck.
Not mine until unless she agrees.
She runs from her emotions, so convincing her won’t be easy. Somehow, I don’t think letting her know just how obsessed I am with her will do the trick.
I can just picture it. ‘By the way, kitten, I’ve stalked you for years, and now that we’ve become partners, I am beyond madly in love with you. Also, I’m desperate to bind our souls together for eternity. Think you can help me with that?’
Yeah, that won’t go over well.
Her breathing is evening out. My drunk little kitten is fast asleep against my chest.
More warmth fills me as I hold her close. There is nothing in this universe I’ve ever wanted more than for her to want me back.
“You’re not mine, kitten. But I think I’m quickly becoming yours,” I whisper, still not daring to give her the full truth.
Because even if I can’t claim her, she’s already claimed me completely and irrevocably.
Fuuuuck me. If she begs me to fuck her one more time, I’m going to break. Already, I’m not sure I could walk away from her, even if she asked me to.
But if I fuck her? There’s no way I’ll be able to let her go.
Her taste is still on my lips as she pulls her clothes back on. Her brow is furrowed, and her cheeks are flushed, and I’m dying to know what’s going on in that mind of hers.
My heart is still beating furiously in my chest, because for a moment there, she considered it. Her pupils dilated, and her pulse picked up as she thought about being mine.
It was gone a second later, when it was replaced by fear… but she didn’t say no.
Warmth and hope flood my chest. I don’t care if the Fates never meant for her to be mine.
If she’ll have me, there is nothing I won’t do to keep her.
She owns me, heart and fucking soul.
THAT MOTHERFUCKING SONOFABITCH ASSHOLE FUCKING GOD!
A fucking GOD wants MY kitten.
Fucking Fates, now this asshole is offering to make her a goddess.
She’s going to choose him. I have to kill him.
I freeze.
Did she just say she was certain of me?
Mine.
Joy like I’ve never experienced fills me as I watch my little mate sleeping in my arms.
I’ll never get used to feeling her naked body pressed against mine. But she’s worn out and needs sleep.
I smile, content just to watch her.
I’m still in disbelief that she chose me.
Her eyes flutter open, and my heart skips a beat when they find mine.
I almost laugh when she flushes, looking embarrassed. Instead, I decide to remind her body just how well acquainted we are.
‘If you take this choice from me, you’re no better than they are.’
Her words fucking haunt me, and I keep repeating them as I give her space to get ready.
She wants to die today, and I don’t know how I’m going to go through with it.
A soft pulse of electricity hums over my skin, and I finally manage a full breath, rather than the choked, panicked ones I’ve been fighting.
Mate.
Her soul is connected to mine. If she doesn’t come back as an immortal, then I will wait an eternity for her to be reborn. And when I finally find her again, I will gladly convince her to choose me all over again.