I turn to face her fully. Taking slow steps to her door, I stop on the threshold once more, but I don’t move to touch her. I’m not sure I’ll be able to restrain myself if I do.
“You think you know me, wee fox?” I ask her, tipping my head to the side to regard her.
She’s a full head shorter than me, and she has to look up at me when I’m so close. The thought of her being fragile under me, begging me to show her mercy as I make her come, over and over again, flashes through my mind.
“I can read people.” When she folds her arms across her chest, my gaze drops to the gentle slopes of her tits that peek at me from the low neckline of her tank top. My dick jumps at the sight, throbbing with the need to slide between them, to see her take every inch of me.
“You can’t read me, darlin’,” I tell her as I bring my stare back to hers.
She’s confident in this moment. More so than I’ve seen her before. I’m impressed she’s not cowerin’ from my presence. Most women are either wanting to jump on my dick, or they’re scared of me. But then again, my reputation precedes me.
“Why are you so scared?” she asks.
Without thinking, I stalk towards her, making her stumble back. We’re in her bedroom, but I can’t think about anything else right now. The only thing on my mind is pinning her against the wall. When her back hits the smooth surface, a whimper of shock falls from her plump, cherry blossom lips. I slam my hand against the hard wall behind her, and a squeak escapes her mouth.
“Are ye scared, wee fox?” I sneer as I lean in, and I’m immediately regretting this because the scent of her perfume invades my senses. My cock is thick against the confines of my jeans. “Because you feckin’ should be.” I tell her no word of a lie.
“What a-are you going t-to do to me?” she whispers, her voice stutterin’ on the question.
Her eyes are wide as she watches me, as if she’s taking in the image of me so close to her. I don’t know what it means, because it’s been so long since I’ve been close to a woman. I’m so close in fact I can practically taste her fear.
My self-imposed celibacy means I don’t have to deal with the shite that comes with the club whores who want more than a one-night stand. The thing about Miren is, she’s a far cry from that. She’s so much feckin’ more it hurts.
Ever since I first laid my eyes on her, the only thing that’s been racing through my mind is the idea of fuckin’ her. Of having her splayed under me, takin’ my cock. And right now, feelin’ her soft curves against me, it’s a dangerous game.
“I’m not scared of anyone,” she finally mumbles.
As much as I want to call bullshit, I can’t. There’s no way this woman is afraid of anythin’.
“Why?” She’s still hidin’ somethin’. There’s no doubt about it. I want to know what it is.
Deep down, I want her to confess all those sins to me. Miren knows more than she’s told us. A nigglin’ idea continues to plague me, one I don’t want to think about. But each day I’m around her, I can’t stop it from invading my thoughts.
“Because my mother taught me to never be afraid of monsters,” she bites out. Her words send heat coursin’ through me. And I want nothing more than to show her a real-life feckin’ monster.
“Oh?”
“She taught me to be strong, to face my adversaries, and fight for what I want. There’s no backing down, especially when you’re a woman.” She nods quickly.
Her lips purse, and I can’t stop my mind from runnin’ wild with images of my cock partin’ them. I want her to take all of me. Swallowing every inch, she’ll look up at me with those magic eyes, and she’ll beg for more. I haven’t ever been so attracted to a woman I both wanted to kill and wanted to fuck before. None of the whores who hang around the club have made me crazy like this stranger does.
And even though I want nothin’ more than to see her cry, it’s her fire that has my blood heatin’.
“Good lady,” I tell Miren. And it’s true. There’s nothing more I respect than a strong woman. Just like Ma was.
“She was,” Miren says, and there’s a tinge of sadness in her tone. Her gaze lowers to the floor.
Guilt rides through me like a storm. If I’ve spoken out of turn, I have to apologise, but first, I ask, “Was?”
Miren looks up at me again. The silver shimmering against the blue in her irises. “I don’t know where she is.”
I let out a breath I’d been holding and nod. “I’m sorry to hear that. If we can help in any way…”
I allow my words to trail off because I don’t know why I’m offerin’ this girl anythin’. She’ll be gone soon. I don’t want her here. She needs to know that. But the more I spend time around her, the more I can’t stop myself from wanting to lean in and steal her lips.
“I’m worried. I wonder if she’s okay,” Miren tells me. “We have never gone this long without talking, so I’m just struggling with it. No contact may mean so many things.”
I have nothing to say to that. Usually, I have answers for everything, especially when it comes to life and family. Ma always made sure I remembered everything she’d said to me. And I lived by many of her rules, all her anecdotes, but for Miren, I have nothin’.