Chapter 6 #2
“W-what do you—”
“Don’t fuck with me. You know what I’m talking about.” I look away from him, not able to hold his stare any longer.
“Look at me, Sky.” His large hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing or suffocating, rather he’s forcing me to look at him. I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to control the sting building behind my eyes.
Don’t you fucking cry, Sky, I berate myself, as I focus on something other than the man who shattered me all those years ago.
“Open your eyes, tesoro.” Saxon speaks in a low, soothing tone.
A tone I’ve never heard him use before, and what is that name he just called me?
Opening my eyes slowly, I’m met with his stupidly handsome face mere centimeters from mine.
Why do the assholes have to be so handsome?
It’s not fair, actually. No man should be this painfully beautiful, especially this one.
I focus on the scar above his left eyebrow—anything other than those eyes. I wonder how he got that scar?
“What happened out there? Who did you see?” It quickly dawns on me.
He didn’t see Damien. I need to play this off as something other than me seeing the man Saxon is currently looking for.
I need to calm down if I’m going to be the one to get to him first. I will not let Saxon win this battle.
Yes, Damien hurt his family, but he took so much more from me.
We both have our own agendas—only they both happen to include one man.
Saxon will not get to Damien first. That’s not going to happen.
Damien will meet his fate by my own hands.
Damien Devonte has destroyed my life far worse than he’s destroyed Saxon’s, and I’ll be damned if he takes this kill from me.
“You have three seconds to answer me, Sky. I’m not a patient man.” I don’t know how to get out of this. I don’t know what I need to tell him to get him off my back.
Fuck.
Think, Sky.
I shut off my brain. With Saxon’s hand still wrapped around my throat, I crash my lips to his.
Is this a mistake? Probably. My tongue pushes past his lips, his mouth opening and inviting me into his warmth.
I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him closer.
Our chests press tightly together as he pushes me against the back wall.
We kiss in a frenzy of dominance, neither one of us wanting to relinquish control.
I bite down hard on his lip, the metallic taste of blood exploding against my tongue.
A low growl escapes his throat as he tightens his fingers around my neck.
When I think I’m succeeding at changing the subject, his strong thigh pushes between my legs, my most sensitive spot now resting against his jeans.
An electrical current amplifies within me and starts zipping through my core and racing through my limbs.
It’s at this moment I realize I was never in control at all.
My hips begin moving on their own as I slowly ride his thigh, desperate for friction, when he pushes me back with a strong hand.
What the fuck are you thinking, Sky?
The small room is quiet; the only sounds are our deep breaths and the faded bass of the club’s music.
My eyes drift to his now swollen lips and a small cut that I made from biting him.
I watch as he licks in his bottom lip, removing his blood and swallowing it down.
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, and that sight alone has my skin tingling with something foreign to me.
I stay quiet, his thigh still pressed firmly against my core.
“Nice try, baby, but you’re going to have to do better than that to distract me from what I want.
” Saxon’s deep voice is laced with determination as he turns my head to the side.
His warm breath fans across my cheek, and the smell of whiskey and bergamot has me closing my eyes as I inhale his scent.
“I appreciate the attempt, but I have ways of getting my answers, whether you like it or not.” Sharp teeth bite into my lobe, making me gasp just as the closet door bursts open, and we’re met with the second pain in my ass of the night, Saint.
“Well, excuse the fuck out of me. I hate to interrupt, but your sister is currently three sheets to the wind, along with her posse of dingbats.” Saxon turns my head so I’m facing him once again.
I swallow as his eyes promise something evil, something I started, but I now fear I won’t be able to finish.
“I think we need to take her home,” Saint says again, and Saxon’s chest rumbles as his anger rises to new levels. Without answering him, he squeezes my neck a little harder. A crooked smile pulls at the corner of his lips.
“You’re not under the protection of Daddy here, Sky. I suggest you keep that in mind.” With that, he pushes me back, releasing me and giving me his back as he makes his way to the door.
“You think I need Daddy’s protection? You have no idea who you’re messing with.” The sharp anger that erupts beneath my skin is so sudden, I’m shocked at my own words. Saxon turns towards me once again, the distance closing so fast I don’t have time to act.
He grabs me again by my throat, my back slamming into the wall hard this time, and it shakes the storage shelves beside us. Instinctively, I wrap my hands around his wrist as he lifts me up until I’m standing on my tiptoes. Dark eyes bore into my own as he snarls up at me.
“No, tesoro. It’s you who has no idea who you’re messing with.” A voice that could make the pope cry comes from his beautiful lips, a drop of blood dripping down his chin from the bite I gave him. Just when I think I’ll pass out from lack of oxygen, Saint yells at Saxon, “Let’s go, Sax!”
“I’ll be seeing you soon.”
I’m dropped to the ground, coughing as I try to catch my breath. I watch the man who has now been added to my kill list exit the closet without a second glance behind him.