Little Dark One

17 - self control

Tommy

I slammed my fist into the punching bag. With every hit I felt my anger fading slightly, but not enough. I have so many questions running through my mind, like how innocent little Keira knew Alejandro. A foreign feeling consumed me beyond control. Jealousy. Now I know why they call it a monster, it's ripping me to shreds.

I was furious at her for putting me in this position, if she had just stayed in the fucking car like I'd asked everything would have been fine. I would have taken Alejandro out along with all his men and gotten the fuck out of there with Dane and Hunter. He wouldn't even have time to signal his snipers, and he definitely wouldn't have time to trick her into a fucking date. 

The car ride home was pure agony. I craved Keira's touch so badly, I wanted to sit as close to her as I could in the back seat, but my barely controlled fury wouldn't let me. I was afraid I would explode and terrify her more than I probably already had. 

I shouldn't have brought her there, I should have made Blaze stay in the car with her. Now Alejandro knows I have her, and he definitely knows I care about her thanks to my overprotective display. 

I couldn't control myself, my instincts took over, telling me I needed to protect her, and most of all it told me I need to protect her from myself. Now one of my biggest enemies found the only weakness I've ever had and he's reveling in it. 

I stalked back to my room shirtless, dripping sweat down my bare torso. I needed to take my anger out on something before I took it out on Keira, so I went from the car directly to the gym, skipping a trip upstairs to change into workout gear. 

I was almost to the stairs when I heard music and squealing coming from a nearby room.  It's nearly 5am, what the hell is going on. I peered through the doorway to find Keira dancing and singing along to Sweet Caroline with a bottle of bourbon in her hand. She clearly already drank a good portion of the bottle, she was wasted. 

Blaze was sitting in a nearby chair, watching her with amusement in his dark eyes and his own glass in his hand. He glanced up and made eye contact with me, his grin dropped immediately. I leaned against the doorway, with a nod of my head and a glare more deadly than a bullet, I dismissed him. He was going to hear about this later. 

Keira was too absorbed in the bottle and song to notice I was there watching her. Even in her drunken state, she was so beautiful. Her hair danced through the air along with her, the flames from the fireplace reflected in her glazed over crystal blue eyes. I noticed because she stopped her movement and locked them with mine. Her smile faded as I pushed off the wall and strode towards her slowly. 

"That's enough." I said firmly as I pulled the bottle out of her fingers and tossed it across the room. She flinched as it shattered against the wall. 

"The buzzkill is here" she called, turning to Blaze's empty chair. "Where'd he go?"

"He's gone. It's just you and me now." I murmured darkly. 

"Uh oh" she hiccuped. Her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide as they panned down my bare chest to the waistband of my dark jeans. "You're kinda hot for a murderer." she slurred. I pursed my lips in an attempt to hid my amusement. 

"You're drunk. Let's go." I reached for her arm but she pulled back,

"Duhh that's like the whole point!" She laughed. I rolled me eyes, she was so going to regret this tomorrow.

"Come on Keira, it's late." 

"Aww is it past your bedtime gangster boy?" she mocked in a condescending baby voice. 

I grabbed her by the arm and began dragging her out of the room, she struggled but had no coordination or strength to work with. 

"I can walk by myself" she whined, pulling from my grasp. I humored her and dropped her arm at the base of the stairs. 

"Clearly." I muttered as she stumbled and almost face planted after two steps. 

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, stalking up the long staircase to my floor. 

"Jesus, you have muscles everywhere!" She giggled, running her hands up and down my back. I can't help but tense under her touch, her fingers run electricity over my skin and it takes all of my self control not to take her directly to my bed. 

Once we get to the top of the stairs and I punch in the passcode, I put her down in front of her bedroom door gently. Her body slides down my torso painfully slowly, electrifying my need for her. The sexual tension doubles as her feet reach the ground and she looks up at me, biting her luscious lower lip. She feels it too. It takes all the self control I have ever summoned not to slam her against the wall, wrap her legs around my waist and kiss her so hard she feels dizzy. 

I peer down at her, my hands tightening around her waist. She pushes up in an attempt to close the gap between us and I don't move an inch. Her lips are so close and her body is pressed flush against mine which is still half bare. I'm beyond tempted, I begin to lose control, moving in to kiss her. 

"Not tonight." I pull back suddenly, my last ounce of self control breaking through when I smell the bourbon on her sweet breath and it reminds me just how intoxicated she really is. 

"Please" she begs, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and pulling me back down to her mouth. 

"When I kiss you, I want you to remember every second of it." I whisper seductively against her lips. I feel her shiver under my touch, goose bumps rising on her skin. Her mouth turned down in a pout, her eyes looking up at me desperately. 

I need to get her into her room before she pushes me over the edge, past any point of control. 

I open her door and pull her to bed. She follows willingly, probably thinking I've caved and I'll join her. 

I'm enough of a decent man not to take advantage of her when she's drunk, she may want me now, but there's no way to know if it's her or the alcohol's influence. 

However, I'm not nearly decent enough to let this good opportunity pass me by, I'm still Tommy Knox and I feel no remorse using her intoxication against her and getting the honest answers I need. I know she will tell me what I want to know, and she won't even remember in the morning.