Little Dark One

22 - breaking point

Tommy

I've been running one of the most notorious gangs in the country for years and to this day nothing has made me more livid than the words that just left her mouth, but it wasn't the words themselves that made my blood boil, it was how her words made me feel. Up until this moment I wasn't aware I was even capable of feeling.

"EVERYONE OUT!" I boomed over the dining room, shoving my chair back so hard it flew across the room, slamming into the wall behind me.

I could feel the table vibrating like waves under my palms after they collided with the surface. 

I towered over the table, impatiently glaring at any Revenant who took longer than three seconds to leave the room. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Keira stand from her chair slowly, her hands were shaking and for a brief moment I felt guilt for scaring her.

"'Not you." I snapped in her direction.

She froze on her feet, I could hear her sucking in deep breaths in an attempt to calm her fraying nerves. A total of six seconds had passed and we were alone in the dim dining room.

I joined her in taking a deep breath and closed my eyes to reign in my fury long enough to clear my mind. Who was I kidding, I haven't had a clear mind since the second I saw her on the floor of my garage.

The silence felt like it was screaming between us. I locked eyes with hers, not moving a muscle from my stance above the table. I was afraid if I lifted my palms from the surface they would end up around her waist and throat.

"You're overreacting." Her quiet whisper shook like the table.

"I'm what?" I spit out through clenched teeth. I was having trouble processing the fucking audacity.

The scariest part of this moment was the fact that I knew she was right, I was overreacting but I couldn't control myself, I was acting before my logic could stop me. She didn't say anything that wasn't true but the idea of her not being mine was too much to cope with. And that made me weak. 

I turned to face her and closed the gap between us, very careful not to touch her. I needed to control myself, and I knew if I touched her I would lose all control just like I almost did when she tried to calm me down during dinner.

She visibly steeled her features and stared up at me, refusing to back down as I towered over her menacingly. I admired the bravery.

"So, you're no one's girl." I repeated her words back to her phrasing it as more of a challenge but there was a question hiding in there somewhere.

"Not that I know of." She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.

"Well now you know." I snapped without thinking. What the fuck just came out of my mouth.

Her eyes widened in surprise and then morphed to irritation.

"Now I know what, that I'm yours?" She asked incredulously, as if it was absolutely insane of me to imply. If she wanted insane, she'd get it. "You don't get to just claim me!"

"I get to do whatever I want." I growled through the swirling red I was seeing. How dare she challenge me.

She squealed as I leaned down and wrapped my hands around her thighs strong enough to leave bruises. I swung her small body around until she was sitting on the table with me towering over her posessively. I snapped my fingers around her throat and tilted her up to face me. Her enchanting crystal eyes sparked with passion and I knew in that moment there was no hiding  the lust between us. 

"You're mine and you know it." I murmured so intoxicatingly close to her lips.

"Prove it." She breathed, pushing me past my breaking point.

I smashed my lips against hers, devouring her like she was the only oxygen left on the  godforsaken planet.

She twisted her fingers in my hair and wrapped her thighs around my hips, pulling me closer. She tasted like sweet, forbidden nectar and I craved more and more. I pushed my tongue between her lips and deepened the kiss.

She moaned into my mouth and it drove me over the edge, past the reserves of self control I thought I'd already lost, I wanted to feel every inch of her body against mine. I ran my hands up her creamy thighs, pushing the soft fabric of her right dress higher and higher.

I was seconds from ripping the dress off completely and pushing her down on the table, the blinding urges to have every part of her almost consuming me.

Before I could ruin everything, I broke the kiss so fast it left both of us reeling. I stepped back and shattered our electrifying contact, leaving her sitting on the dining table with swollen, red lips and a dazed look in her seductive eyes.

"Why did you stop?" the disappointment in her tone almost pulled me back in, desperate to please her, but I knew I needed to control myself.

"You're not ready for this," subconsciously I took a step towards her again, wrapping my hands around her tiny waist "and I already feel like I'm beginning to overdose on you."

She tried to hide a smile at my comment and I could feel my icy insides melt at the warmth in her gaze. She trailed her hand from my shoulder down my arms and squeezed in an attempt to pull me closer. I winced as her fingers unintentionally dug into the fresh wound on my left bicep.

"What's wrong?" catching on to the source of my pain quickly. She pushed my sleeve up so gently I barely felt the fabric of my shirt move against my skin. "What's this?" She panicked .

"It's nothing." I deflected, trying to pull away. But it was too late. Her eyes already settled on the thick white.

Her eyes widened as the white quickly began turning crimson in a perfect little circle the size of a bullet, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to—"

"I'm fine." I interrupted her panicked apology and pulled my arm out of her gentle hold. I need to get away from here before she launches an interrogation.

"What happened?" She began with concerned eyes piercing mine. I didn't want to lie to her but at the same time I felt the intense need to protect her from the harsh reality of where I was today, so I decided to tell her the most basic truth.

"I got shot." I answered bluntly. Her eyes bulged out of her pretty little head and her jaw dropped, "It's not a big deal, It's a risk I face every day." I murmured, avoiding her eyes swirling with emotions I can't analyze yet.