Rage
I felt you quiver under me the first time I held you. I am glad you were burning, little girl, because it burnt for me too.
I have been with plenty of women in my past, but never one that awakened so many desires within me. So raw and primal, it was almost natural and yet so foreign. This attraction is going to be a death for both of us. We are afraid of where it might take us and yet just like a rubberband, no matter how far we stretch ourselves away, the conclusion would be us slamming into each other no matter how strong we are built.
Your light floral perfume enveloped me the minute I stalked behind you. When I walked in, I had little knowledge of what I was going to do tonight. I wanted to approach you but the giddy anxiety uncurled itself deep within me just at the mere thought of you being this close to me in proximity. When I saw you were all alone in this diner, my feet carried me to you on their own accord, as if my mind knew what had to be done but my heart just wasn't in the right place - the challenge we saw in your eyes unnerved it.
When you slammed head-first into my chest, your gasp could be heard in every nook and cranny of this shit place. I know I need to control myself, I can't bend you over this counter and fuck you. I just don't think either of us would appreciate the setting of this place where we sign off our sanities and stepped into an inevitable doom for the first time.
I mentally scowl at my own thoughts. I of all people never worried about the setting. I took whatever I wanted, wherever I wanted, never giving a damn who was near and dear. This is one of many things you have brought out of me, Scarlett. The need to care...
I grab the cup of coffee before you drop it in your shock at being so close to me. I would rather have some neat whiskey but for now, this coffee would do. I needed to control everything ready to erupt inside me. Can you feel it, Scar? Can you feel how dangerous this attraction is? Can you hear my hammering heartbeat just as I can hear yours?
You gulp with me as I start drinking the hot coffee. Your eyes fixated on me. Today, you were dressed in white, just like the colour of my shirt. My eyes narrowed at how easily accessible you were dressed in tonight. The straps of your dress were laces tied together to prevent them from falling off your shoulder. The straps were a hazard, so thin and flimsy, it wouldn't take me more than a slight tug of my finger on both sides for your tiny dress to fall apart and collect on the floor in a mess. Your large breasts were pushed together in that thin material, I am surprised your straps are not falling apart already. How are those beautiful globes fitting so neatly under that tiny scrap of lacey material?
Just like the other outfits, this dress barely reached under your ass. I was glad you were wearing those strappy white heels so I didn't have to sulk down to look at you. Your chin reached my shoulder perfectly and I loved how easily I could pick you up, slide aside those thongs and have my way with you.
I finished the coffee in record time and raised the cup towards you for you to take it and put it aside so that I can grab you, slide off those thongs you might be wearing tonight and sink myself deep within you.
I should have just kept the cup myself on the counter behind you, in your nervous heap, the cup slid off from your palm and hit the floor, clattering and breaking into pieces. The sound was so loud, it echoed in this empty diner.
I hear the scrambling of feet and turned my head to the right to find your boss and another man dressed in an apron, must be the cook...
I didn't mean to scare them, little girl, but I was not ready for this to end already. I finally had you under me and the last thing I needed was to be interrupted. I easily took off the gun I had strapped under my shirt and pointed it at that time.
"Out," I said, my voice loud and clear and just like I expected, they did not spare us another glance as the door hit them on their way out. The gasp that left out of those beautiful red lips of yours had me grabbing your waist tightly.
When the screeching of tires hit the silence inside the diner, it was my cue. Now that we were alone again, I turned back to look at you.
"Rage" you whisper. I close my eyes and relish the sound of your voice calling out my name. I stifle a groan and lean in towards you.
With our foreheads touching I release a shaky breath.
"Who was that man you hugged last night," I whisper in a low voice, opening my eyes. I gauged your reaction, I needed to know if you would lie to me. Call me paranoid, but it's not easy for me to trust someone so easily. No matter how sinful their body is or how good they smelled, in my line of work, it's impossible to not want to know if the person in front of you is worthy of your trust.
I leaned in closer, with our bodies now touching, my lips hovered over your left ear as you trembled in my arms. You fit so perfectly in my arms, Scarlett. I inhaled deeply, allowing your floral scent to fill my lungs.
"Who was he?" I asked, doing my best to control the rage starting to build within me at your silence.
"My brother," you replied in a low voice, looking down. I grab your chin to make you look at me. Your sapphire blue eyes, this close even more striking, and there was more than honesty within them, there was a sincerity too within them...
A brother... who would have thought, I was so unnerved by your presence in your apartment today, I didn't check for anything else. My anger would have subsided in the afternoon itself.
"Is that right?" I asked. You nodded once. The fact that you were not nervous had me release a shaky breath.
"Anyone else I need to worry about?" I ask, and you shake your head in a 'no'.
You little nymph, you had me by the balls from the very beginning. I cocked my head to one side. You knew how to play with me and it's been a while since someone had so much control over my emotions.
I stroke your jaw and my lips touch your cheek. I smile knowing I didn't have to worry about another man with you.
But a decision had to be made...
"There is no going back from here, Scarlett," I whispered, letting her know the seriousness of this situation. Girls like her don't fuck with men like me and she had to know what she was getting into. She had to stop me now before it got out of hand. It hurt me the wrong way just thinking about this. But I needed to know she wouldn't regret this decision. Messing with someone like me always has its consequences. From here on lord only knows what kind of troubles my life would put us through. She is not ready for it and I honestly don't know where to start if I need to protect her from everything that waits for me outside. I might somehow protect her from them but what I can't watch her from is me, my fucked up life and my need to control everything and anything. I am a psychopath and I needed her to see me in my element now or we might lose what little sanity we both have intact.
You let out a shaky breath and look down unable to see me in the eye.
"I am not a nice man and once those lips touch mine, there is no going back. I won't stop. No matter what happens from here. I am not letting you go. Tonight.. you are mine, Scar. This won't end well for either of us." I whisper solemnly, my voice staggers and I can't control the emotions overwhelming me right now.
My jaw ticks and my muscles tightened at my own promise, I felt like a snake ready to uncoil and attack, just waiting for a movement.
You let out an anxious breath and finally looked up at me. Nervously gulping, your mouth opens and then slowly closes. You are trying your best to make a decision here. You know how easily this affects us in either the worst ways possible or the best.
