Confessions of a Killer

28 Unexpected kindness

Charlotte:

"Ugh. Will I ever stop crying?" I whined, snuggling further into Damien's arms as he carried me to the infirmary as they called it. He chuckled quietly, rubbing my thigh as I tried to pry the singed shirt off my skin. If the shirt had been any more synthetic, I'd have a new tattoo of sorts, a badly misshapen hand burned the arm I've yet to tattoo. It'd be a hell of a mess to try and recreate all the twists and turns of my kill list. Er, tribal tattoo.

"I mean... lot of shits happened in the last little bit. No need to be ashamed." Damien nodded his thanks to the person who held the door open for us. He then turned his eyes to me, mischievously twinkling as his gaze wandered the entirety of my body. "Or... perhaps you're pregnant."

I laughed, throwing my head back at the notion, before fixing him with a serious gaze. "What if I was?"

"What?" He stopped walking, the lack of movement sudden and jarring. I clutched his shirt tightly as he stared down at me incredulously. "Well, I guess we haven't been that careful, have we?"

He looked down the hallway, lost in thought. "Shit."

"Not possible right now babe." I winked, giggling. "I've got an implant." I showed him the small scar on my arm. "Though Aries may have burned it all to hell so I don't know how well it will work."

"Do you want kids?" He asked carefully. He continued walking, long legs moving swiftly, yet holding me close enough to his chest that the quick movements didn't feel jarring. I buried my face into his chest, heaving a sigh.

"I don't know. I don't know how good of a parent I'd be. Haven't really had very good role models you know." I whispered the last, staring into his shoulder hard as I tensed. This subject is usually the one to make or break couples. We haven't really had a chance to talk much since... everything.

"Do you?" I asked, sneaking a peek up at him. Heart thudding in my chest like a war drum. I'm sure he can hear it, much less feel it as our chests are very close. His own pulse sped up as he bit his bottom lip, eyes distant as if lost in thought.

"I mean... what man wouldn't want to carry on his lineage?" He laughed. "Though in all honesty, I haven't had the greatest role models either. I'm not worried about continuing the family line, I've already got a wonderful nephew for that." He winked at me, chuckling.

"If you don't want them; we don't have to have them. If you want them; I will do everything in my power to make it happen." He smiled, nodding at the passerby as they greeted us. "Either way, I definitely enjoy practicing with you."

"Practici-? Oh!" I slapped his shoulder scrunching my nose as he laughed so hard, he had to stop walking. I felt myself flush.

"Damn, only you could make an ex-escort blush." I cringed burying my face into his shoulder as they shook with mirth.

"Awww, c'mon we haven't even gotten to the kinky parts yet. That fifty shades or whatever has nothing on what I have planned for us."

My head shot up looking at him disbelievingly. "Those books were poorly written and also about a sadist and a virgin. We-" I motioned between us, "-Are neither."

"I don't know, there has definitely been times where I just wanted to turn you over my knee and paddle your ass." He turned, using his back to open the swinging double doors, whispering in my ear as we entered the infirmary. "Brat."

"You haven't seen anything yet babe." I winked, slowly raking my fingers up his neck and into his hair. I tugged at his silken locks, earning a hiss as he regarded me thoughtfully. Eyes hooded with desire as he grinned wickedly.