of that dumb fuck. Is that what you’re pleading for, Salem? Don’t kill him. The cherry picker you chose for yourself.”
He can’t beat him up, can he?
I mean, that’s what he got suspended for, beating someone up.
Oh God, he can’t do that and I can’t let him.
But still, my whole body is buzzing with his violent reaction. My whole body is ablaze with his possessiveness, his raw domination over me.
This is bad, Salem. You can’t revel in these things.
“You can’t do that. You can’t beat him up, Arrow,” I blurt out, my heart jumping up to my throat and pounding against his palm. “Your team won’t like that, you beating someone else up in a bar, in front of everyone.”
It’s like he doesn’t even hear me as he whispers, “And this time, they won’t be able to pull me off him until I finish the job.”
I have to clench my teeth in order to tamp down the electric thrill his words fill my belly with and something really stupid and dangerous slips out of my mouth, but I stop myself at the last second. “Have you…”
“Have I what?”
I don’t know what I hope to accomplish by asking this question but I can’t help it. I have to know. Because God, he looks so angry and wild and so crazy possessive.
“Have you always been like this? B-before.”
Stupid, stupid question.
Stupid, stupid Salem.
What would this accomplish anyway? Why do I care how he was before, when he was with my sister?
But the thing is, I don’t think he was like this. I don’t think he was this crazy dominating and crazy possessive. Sarah would have hated that.
Because Jesus Christ, I love every inch of this.
I love every fucking inch of his deep-seated need to control me.
When understanding breaks over his face like dawn, I fall in love with him even more. Because it only manages to darken his features. It only manages to make him wilder, more possessive, more… mine.
He leans forward, his grip on me still absolute. “No, I wasn’t.” His thumb digs into my fluttering pulse. “Maybe it’s you. Maybe you bring out the worst in me. And you wanted me, didn’t you? You wanted my fire. My heat. My fury.”
I jerk out a nod.
He throws out a mean, tight smile. “Well, you got me. Every broken, cut-open piece of me.”
Good.
I want him, however he comes. I want him to burn me, cut me, slice me open.
I don’t care.
I’ll still smile at him. I’ll still love him. I’ll still dive into the ocean and jump off an airplane for him.
He’s my Arrow.
My darling Arrow.
I swallow, feeling as crazy as him, feeling as submissive and feminine as he feels dominating and masculine. “I just wanted to be… perfect. For you. I wanted him to take that piece of me away that made me unfit so you’d –”
He cuts off my words when he steps into me even more.
On top of that, he pushes my neck back, so I look him directly in the eyes.
“You wanted to be perfect for me,” he rasps.
“Yes.”
A harsh look ripples over his face, and I don’t know if he wants to kiss me or kill me.
“Do you know what I’ve been doing all week? Ever since you started leaving your sexy fucking notes in my mailbox?”
“What?”
“I’ve been jerking off,” he says with clenched teeth. “I’ve been jerking off like a goddamn teenager, here, in my room. At the school, in my fucking office. I’ve had to stop myself three times – three fucking times – from sending for you so I could see.”
“See what?”
“Your virgin pussy,” he rumbles. “So I could see if you’re really not wearing any panties under those schoolgirl skirts of yours. If you’re really walking around the school hallways with that tight piece between your legs, all bare and unprotected. So I could see if your pussy is really as swollen and pouty as I think it is.”
Finally, I let go of the wall and clutch his t-shirt, my mouth all open and panting, my eyes all glazed over with lust.
But he’s not done yet.
He delivers his final line as he almost kisses my lips. “If you got any more perfect for me than you already are, I’d fucking lose my mind. I’d bend you over and fuck you in front of the whole school while they watch and gasp and talk about rule-breaking.”
Perfect.
He called me perfect for him.
Oh my God.
I don’t… I don’t know what to do. This is all I’ve ever