Yes. This is how I need her. Emotional<b>, </b>burning with rage, ready to break.
Hot, zing satisfaction burns through my veins while Iunch myself across the room, taking her by the arms even as she tries to throw punches. I pull her from the chair and drop her ass onto the esk. “You wanna kill me?” I snarl, so close our noses touch. “You only wish you had the balls to get rid of me that easily
She snarls at me, her teeth clenched. “Yes! Yes, I do! I fucking hate you!”
“Then, by all means, little bird.” Reaching behind me, I take hold of the Glock, pulling it from my waistband and cing it on the desk. “Do it.”
Her eyelids flutter, her already flushed cheeks turning a darlor shade of red. “What?”
She’s shocked, it’s obvious. She didn’t expect me to put a weapon in her hand.
“You heard me.” I force her legs apart with one of mine, wedging myself between her thighs. She bats at me with her hands even as I take hold of her wrists, squeezing hard enough for her to suck in a pained breath between her lips. I don’t want to hurt her, but I need to prove a point. “It’s clear you’re a big bad monster now, and you already said you want me out <b>of </b>your life. Well, the only way to do that is to stop my heart from beating, and the only option you have is to put a bullet in me right now. Somee on<b>, </b>get it done and over with.”
“Stop,” she whispers. “Don’t push me.”
“Who’s pushing who?” All at once, I release her, holding my hands up in surrender. <b>“</b>I won’t fight back. Go ahead. You’re strong and determined. And you hate me. It’s an easy enough task. Take the gun.” When she hesitates, I snap, “Do it!”
She recoils, eyes wide, but she still reaches for the gun. She takes it in her hand, a hand that’s trembling, though not so much that she can’t lift it and aim it directly at my heart.
I look down at the steel, then at her. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I already know this could go bad, however I have to believe she feels the rippling energy between us too. I have to believe that her heart beats in tandem with my own. “Well? All you’ve got to do is squeeze the trigger, and it’ll all be over. You’ll be free of me, little bird.”
“I should…” she seethes, her body trembling so hard, she can’t keep the damn thing still.
“No, you look at me,” I bark when her gaze drops down to my chest. Taking a handful of her hair, I wrap it around my fist and pull her head back, forcing her to look me in the eye. “You don’te into a man’s house and make a threat like that if you’re not willing to live up to it. Got it? In that, let me promise you something. You will never have this opportunity again, so if this is what you truly want… If you hate me so much that you want me dead, and you wholeheartedly believe I did it. Go ahead., Kill me.”
The gun still shakes, so I wrap a hand around it, holding it steady before pressing my chest to the muzzle. The action elicits a gasp from her, and she stiffens. Her teary eyes widen further, terror shimmering back at me. Even now, I savor that look, knowing I can bring her to this point. There’s nothing as pretty as when she cries. Well, except when my cock is in one of her holes while she’s doing it.
“You’ve already sted my life to pieces and invaded every fucking part of me. I can’t think because <b>of </b>you. I can’t do the things I know I need to do, for they’d hurt you. You may as well end my worthless life here and now, Caterina, considering without you it doesn’t mean a fucking thing, anyway. And if you would rather snuff me out than work through this, be my guest. I don’t know how much longer I can endure the torment of loving you, anyway.
, gritting my teeth Her baby blues dance over my features, her mouth gaping open. “No, don’t do that,” I whisper, leaning c as the steel digs into my flesh. “Do what you came here to do. Pull the fucking trigger, Caterina. You won’t ever get another chance.”
“I… I…” A tear escapes her eye and rolls down her cheek. Another soon follows, then another. Her brows draw together, pain etched in her features<b>. </b>“Don’t make me do this.”
“I’m giving you what you want.” Still holding her hair, I run the fingers of my other hand over her flushed cheek. “I’m always trying to give you what you want. Can’t you see that? If this is thest thing I can give you in order to make you happy, at least
<b>I’ll </b><b>die </b>knowing that <b>I </b><b>gave </b>it to you. So take it<b>. </b>Take <b>my </b>life. Put a Bullet through my <b>heart</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>Running my thumb over her <b>bottom </b><b>lip</b><b>, </b><b>I </b>whisper<b>, </b><b>“</b><b>You </b>already own it. Put me out <b>of </b>my misery<b>, </b><b>for </b><b>that’s </b>what this is without <b>you</b>. Misery.<b>” </b>