Secrets of the lost past

Chapter 34

  Irene

Never have I even ran home so fast, but slow enough for Eira to catch up with me.

When we arrived home, that fueling anger finally took over, making me grab the nearest key and dragging Dimitry with me.

The second we left the house, a slight smirk left his face.

-What are you planning to do with me? -he teased, forcing my eyes to automatically roll. -Is it worth waiting for, because I can't wait anymore.

He was obviously drunk, which hinted to me that it wasn't worth screaming at him. It might've been better if his expectations would've happened. He definitely wouldn't forget that. Maybe I was drunk for thinking about that, but if I would have been drunk, I wouldn't have forgotten either.

When you think about it this way, he really isn't worth letting slip. That would be a complete sin.

The key opened Jasper's old house, the perfect place to scream my head off, and squeeze my eyes out to not let the view deceive me.

-Okay, -Dimitry started. -Are you sure you want to do so in the garden?

A strike on his cold cheek followed next, making it painfully red.

-You ruined a kid's childhood with your dumb drinks -I tried to say it without screaming. -What in the living hell is wrong with you? Couldn't you stay quiet for once in your worthless life?

I didn't manage to hold back completely.

Complete confusion showed on his red and drunk face, which tempted me to slap him once again.

-You're a disgusting monster -I didn't slap him with hands, but he looked like I slapped him with words. But in either case, I couldn't care less.

-Your Highness. What do you mean and what made you speak such nonsense? -he gazed, looking like he was really worried.

I raised my eyebrows to his words, clutching my hands together to not accidentally do something.

-You know, people may actually be concerned about you. Not that I am, but if you act like that, you have chances of going back to where you came from -he explained. -I wish.

He took a step closer, and he put both of my hands in his.

-I can't love it more when you're mad. I love it when your hand meets any of my body parts, even if it causes pain. I love it when you put those adorable hands around my neck and enjoy the amusement I give you. I adore it when you don't realize what you're getting yourself into, like you're touching a man made of pure fire from Hell, without your brain's concern -he mumbled into my left ear, bringing the occasional chills up my body. But I wasn't there to soften up on him. I was there for the complete opposite, but I couldn't pull away.

-Happy? You got what you wanted -he said in a normal tone, but making it to a whisper the next time he opened his mouth. -I hope you realize I was lying. I only want to give you something in me to enjoy. And it seems like it's working.

He lowered his gaze toward my weakening legs, he then looked at my eyes powering with anger.

-Don't get too excited, Your Highness, I still hate you more than I hate myself. And by the way, I didn't ruin any kid's childhood, I just made it worse. I hope that calms your angry little mouth down.

The gorgeous rose garden we were in didn't match the topic at all. All the roses were shades of red and white, twirling around the house and the fencing. And there were we, arguing in the middle of it. In Dimitry's case, the rose garden matched, I think he loved being tied up in my arms and hands. Even if he says he hates me.