Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,40

her, so I lift up onto my forearms, gazing down at her in the darkness.

And then, like someone turned a damn faucet on, words start pourin’ out of me.

“I lost someone once, angel. And I’ll never forgive myself.” I bury my face in her neck as I speak, breathing her in, reminding myself I haven’t lost her yet. “The only damn woman I ever loved until I met you.”

She inhales sharply, and I know she just heard what I admitted without so many words. “Ford… I…”

I don’t know if she’s about to tell me she loves me too or about to give me a brush-off, but I don’t think I’m ready to hear either. So I forge ahead.

“She was Roman, a woman named Cassia. I met her when I was fighting as a gladiator. She was supernatural, a shifter. Not immortal like me, but blessed with a long, long life. We should’ve had at least a hundred years together. Instead, we only had one. She was attacked one night on her way to meet me. I heard her screaming in the street and I ran out, but by the time I got there…” My jaw clenches, old fury rising up in me like poison. “By the time I got there, it was too late. She was dead. Killed for the contents of her purse.”

I draw back, gazing down into Trinity’s sad brown eyes. I want her to see my face, to know the monster inside me as I speak.

“I killed every one of her attackers. I tore them to shreds until the street ran red with blood and there was nothing left but unrecognizable pieces. And then I went looking for more. Others who would attack people like her. I wanted her back. I wanted to bring her back to life, and since I couldn’t do that, I brought death instead. To as many as I could.”

My muscles have gone rigid as rage pours through me. Even now, I can remember every moment of that night in vivid detail. Of course I can. I’ve nursed the memories, tending to them like a fuckin’ garden, keeping them alive even when time should’ve made them begin to wilt.

My nostrils flare, and I lift my head to stare down at Trin with something almost like a challenge in my eyes. This isn’t what I came in here to do, but this fuckin’ woman gets so deep under my skin that she pulled my deepest secret out without even tryin’ to.

And now she’s gonna hate me for it.

Now she’s gonna look at me with revulsion and fear.

I fuckin’ asked for it, I guess, with the story I just told her. But I can’t help the bitter anger that fills my veins at the idea of Trinity hating me.

“Oh, Ford.” She swallows, and the action makes the muscles in her throat work. Her eyes are shadowed, but I can feel her gaze on my face. Then she lifts a hand to cup the side of my face, her fingers soft and warm on my jaw. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

My heart stops.

For once, the furious beat in my chest calms, leaving nothing but the whispered breaths that stir the air between Trin and me.

She’s not looking at me like she hates me.

She’s looking at me in a way that hits a raw nerve inside me—only instead of hurting, the look in her eyes makes my pulse go crazy for another reason entirely.

I move fast, the same way I do when I’m fighting, dropping my head to kiss her as heat flares between us like an inferno. Like almost everything I do, things ramp up from zero to one hundred between us in the space of a few short seconds, and I grind against her as need surges inside me.

But she doesn’t shrink back from the violence of my need. Instead, her tongue meets mine stroke for stroke, sucking and licking as our teeth clash.

This is why she’s so fuckin’ perfect for me.

Because she’s soft to my hard, but she’s got a hardness of her own too. She’s sweet and gentle, but she’s not as fragile as she looks.

She’s strong as hell.

Fierce as fuck.

She doesn’t just withstand the brutal need inside me—she matches it.

Her hips are moving against mine, her heels digging into my ass as she tries to smash our bodies closer together.

“Fuck,” I grunt.

I roll my hips against hers a few more times, then pull back quickly, tugging her shirt off as I do.