❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞
❝You think I'm attractive?❞
❝Fuck no!❞
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Dangerous, wild and rebellious.
Calm, cool and collected.
Darya just wan...
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I was professing my love to her, saying how much I love her but, but, my head was a whirlwind of emotions. A storm was brewing inside my mind and I pick out the most prominent; anger.
I was fucking fuming.
Watching it was one thing but hearing her say it; hearing her say it with fear in her voice pisses me the fuck off. She's still terrified and scared of what she went through and the fact that guy had the audacity, the fucking audacity, to touch her again makes my blood boil.
I squeeze the towel into the bowl, seeing the faint red blood seep out of the material and my anger and guilt intensifies.
"I'm sorry," I murmur, wiping the tears away from her face. "I'm so sorry baby."
She cocks her head, pulling me closer so I'm kneeling in front of her, my body between her thighs. "For what?"
I sigh, resting my head on her laps as she threads her fingers through my hair. "I should have insisted on walking you to your door."
I hear her sigh in response before replying. "I was the one who told you to go, it's none of our faults."
"Should I get you a bodyguard?" I blurt and she laughs, using my hair to pull me so I can look at her.
"Hey baby, it's okay. I'll be fine." she assures me, giving me a soft smile. "I'm fine."
I nod, sniffing as I stand to my feet, carrying the bowl of water to the bathroom.
I take my time thinking about the plan I've formulated within the short time I've found out about all this as I rinse and arrange everything I used back to its rightful places.
I knew something was about to happen when I turned the knob of the bathroom door to step into the room. And my thoughts were proven right when I found Darya kneeling at the foot of the bed, dress taken off and only in a lacy thin singlet which exposes enough cleavage that made me groan internally.
I start to shake my head before she could say anything, making her face fall.
She says it either way. "I need you to fuck me Ethan."
I push my hands through my hair, fingers raking through the strands as I start to pace across the room. The soft creak of the floorboards beneath my feet is the only sound breaking the silence.
She doesn't mean this, she's just in her feelings.
"Ethan?" Her voice is laced with tension, her tone clipped. I glance over to see her straightening her back, her shoulders squaring as she presses her lips together, the line of her mouth tightening.
"Darya, trust me, I want to but, I don't think you really want this. I—"
Her eyes flash with irritation as she springs to her feet, her strides eating up the distance between us, her face set in a tense expression, words spilling out in a sharp tone.
