“I want to slice your insides out so you will leave me the fuck alone.”
Lifting my hand, I push the knife to the side with my palm, letting the blade dig into my skin. “Believe it or not, I did it to help you.”
The knife drops from her hand, and her reaction is quick. She slaps me, hard, across the face. So hard my head swings to the right. It stings, I’m not going to lie. Twitching my jaw, I rub it as I meet her glare.
“I’ve killed people for less,” I remind her which only manages to piss her off even further.
She gets right in my face. “I dare you.”
My hand shoots out, grips her neck, and squeezes. She doesn’t pull away or even fight it, instead she starts laughing as I hold on to her.
“You are just as twisted and fucked up as I am.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Maybe I’ll break the deal with Paige and make you have my babies.” I smile at her.
She claws at my hands wrapped around her neck. “Joke’s on you, fucker! I can’t carry babies. So, try all you like, you’ll be the last of your bloodline.”
Leaning forward, I press my lips to her cheek, kissing it first, then biting it gently before I move to her earlobe, biting that even harder.
“I won’t suck your cock,” she says, her breathing a touch heavier than before.
“No one said you have to.” Tightening my hold on her throat, she does what I least expect her to, her hand comes up between us and cups my cock. I look down in surprise, then back to her face to see her smirking at me.
“Release your hands, and I’ll release mine,” she taunts.
“No,” I growl, leaning back down and placing my lips to hers.
She doesn’t kiss me back, but she does squeeze my cock a little tighter.
“I know you like pain, but how much pain is the question. Enough that I snap your cock in half?”
“You could try, but then you couldn’t use it again. What a waste that would be.”
She gives me an eye roll. “It’s already a waste.”
“Have my babies,” I say.
She drops my cock and pushes me back. I release her neck but make sure I’m still close enough to grab her again.
“No,” she replies, taking a step farther back. “Are you dumb? Deaf? A complete imbecile?” She shakes her head. “What part did you not hear or understand?”
A knock comes on the door, and she shakes her head as she turns to answer it. She opens it to the mailman who asks her name before she signs a delivery receipt, then closes the door behind her. She rips open the package to find another pair of shoes. Her eyes go wide before they turn into slits, her irritation now completely obvious. “I’m not here to be bought, you get that, right?”
“Anyone can be bought,” I reply.
She throws the box at me, just missing my head.
“That hurt me more than it hurt you, just so you know,” she says, referring to the shoes.
I know how much she loves them.
“Accept my offer, and you’ll never have to worry about money again. You could have all the shoes you want, a nice place to live. Marriage.”
“And what happens when you get sick of me?” she asks. “Think about it, Keir. You want me now because I don’t want you. You want me because I am a challenge for you. But what if I wasn’t? What then? What if I became compliant and weak? You’d kill me like you’ve done to so many others?”
“I would never kill you. Have you not figured that out yet?” I tried, talked myself into it multiple times. Yet here she stands in an apartment I own. Because for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about her.
“You say that now, but what if I did something you didn’t like. What would you do?”
I say nothing.
People who disrespect me or my wishes don’t usually survive.
“Exactly. You can’t even say the words. I’m amazed you still have people around you. Do they not realize how much of an asshole you are? If they do, you should keep them. Hell, keep Paige, because I’m sure she knows and still wants you.” Her pink lips lift in a smile. She waves me off, as she walks to her room. “Let yourself out, I’m sure you know how to.” Then she slams the bedroom door shut and the wall shakes with the motion.
My phone starts ringing. Roberto. Answering it, I stare at the door she just went through while I wait for him to speak.
“Paige is here, requesting your presence.”
“I’m busy,” I tell him.
“Yeah, I told her that.” I hear a rustle of the phone before her voice comes through loud, and oh so fucking clear. “Where are you? My biological clock is ticking, Keir. It’s time to grow up and be parents.”