I can’t control my…
“Let me go,” I whisper.
He stills, his mouth poised over my cheek.
“Stop… stop fucking touching me.”
I hear him swallow. “That’s like asking me to cut out my own fucking heart.”
“If I can live without one, so can you,” I snap.
He’s solid stone as he processes my words. And all I want to do is fucking break it. Make him crumble beneath my fists.
Slowly, he pulls away, his mismatched eyes catching hold of mine.
What does he see when he looks at me?
Does he see the anger churning beneath the surface? Like looking down into the mouth of a volcano to see what the insides look like. Red. So much fucking red.
That’s what the inside of every human looks like—but I’m no longer full of blood. Only fire.
“Do you think of them when I touch you?” he asks, his voice turning hard.
That fire rises, building in the pit of my stomach and ascending up my chest like lava.
Who gave him the right to touch me? Who gives anybody the fucking right to?
The trembling increases until my bones are rattling and my teeth chatter.
Fire.
I move without thinking, my hand wrapping around the gun tucked in the waistb
and of his jeans and yanking it out. The second he realizes what I’ve done, he backs away, raising his hands in surrender.
I point the gun right at his fucking head, and all I want to do is blow it off. All I want to see is his brain explode beneath the bullet.
Because I’m not looking into the face of the man I love.
I don’t see him at all.
All I see is a faceless man trying to take what he wants from me without my permission.
And I want him to fucking burn for it.
Tears build in my eyes, my vision blurring. The gun is vibrating from how hard my hand trembles, but he’s close enough that I’d strike true. Whether the bullet hits his head, his throat, or his chest, I don’t care.
“Little mouse,” he whispers. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing the sweet whisper out of my head. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want it to mix with the other voices.
So many of them.
Fuck, you’re so tight. You sure you’ve been fucked before?
Shh, don’t cry diamond, it’ll only hurt for a second.
I can’t wait to hear you scream.
Let me see that blood, baby. Show me how hard I tear you apart with my cock.