His eyes widened, what was happening? That look in her eye, the way she said that, fear? There’s no way right? “Good…be a good girl and tell me the truth…did you miss me?” What was he doing now?! Why even ask such a thing? After she let go of his arm he moved to put his fingers around her throat, holding her in place, squeezing her neck as he glared into her fearful eyes.
What was going on? Why was she acting like this? And what about him? Was it those images that kept flashing before his eyes? Was the same thing happening to her? No, there’s no way, he can’t give in, no matter how much he wants to…the fingers on his other hand tremble, a desire to grab her, to explore her form, to claw her skin, carve his name on her…fuck… he bit his lip, trying to resist his own desires.
“Pathetic…I thought you were strong enough to take what you want…” a shot in the dark to study her reaction and see if she was truly suffering the same as he was.
She, for a moment, comes to her senses and hardens her demeanor once more.
“Don’t you dare call me that you condescending PRICK. You want honesty? I’ll give you honesty. I didn’t miss you even for a millisecond. The only thing I missed is that pathetic thing in your pants and even then I can very much live without it, better yet I could easily find better. Look at you, drooling over me pinned to the wall like a DOG.”
She scoffs, her words spitting venom to his ears.
“Call me pathetic again and see what happens… I AM strong enough to take what I want. Why do you think you haven’t been TAKEN yet?!”
“You’re weak… All you think about is that night, I can see it in your eyes… An addict after another hit. You’ve forgotten all about how much I hate you because of how it felt that night. Nothings changed.”
“I almost forgot you existed until you were in my way tonight… Begging with your eyes like a battered hound… Why don’t you find different scraps tonight from another bitch?~”
Her tone was low, cooing in mockery of him as her words growled out of her throat.
His glare intensified “a dog indeed! You’re the one who was drooling on my fucking arm!” He pushes her harder agaisnt the wall, brick cracking behind her. “You are pathetic! Want to know why? Because I know why you haven’t done anything yet,m! You want it to happen again, you want to feel it! You don’t give a fuck about me and I don’t give a fuck about you but goddamn that night…but your a stubborn one…you won’t say it, won’t admit it, your rather die, not that you can…”
The fire in his eyes grew, his free hand moving to her wrist gripping it tightly. “It’s the same for me. I don’t want this! I think you’re a rude asshole who I’d rather never see again but instead all I kept seeing when I closed my eyes was that red hair…” he pins her wrist next to her head.
“I hate you Mich…I don’t want to ever see you again…but it’s not that easy is it? I could do that, go find someone else and do whatever i want with them…but all that will do is leave you and me unsatisfied, craving what we don’t want….how long can you last anyway? How long before you just take what you want? What’s stopping you? Your pride?” Every word spoken to her was like he was saying it to himself too, he was aware from the start, he didn’t want to admit it, he still wants to refuse all this is real and yet his body makes it clear…he wants her, he wants to rip her clothes, scar her skin, make her scream his name louder than before.
He wants her to admit she likes it….fuck, she was right, he was an addict…this only made him hate her more. But was this really what he wanted? How he wanted this to go? “Damn it I….why do we have to make everything so fucking complicated! It doesn’t have to be…” more words dedicated to himself.
Dio let out a right and while maintaining eye contact he let go of her wrist and pulled his arm away from her. She was now free, what would she do? Simply run away from him? Or strike back? Make him eat his words?
