Sin It wasn’t meant to be like this; it wasn’t. Let her go; you don’t care; you don’t. "Sin?" Ava glances up at me, her features pinched. "Get out of the way." I walk past her and she grabs at the hem my pants. "What’s wrong?" "Nothing." Everything. "Leave, now." "I thought you wanted me." "Not anymore." As I say the words, I realize that it’s true. Fuck that and fuck her and fuck the woman who distracted me enough for me to stop a blowjob half-way. I stalk to the living room. "Who was she?" "None of your business." And she isn’t. Not mine either. My Bird is an irritant to be dealt with. With her messy pink hair, the jeans and plaid shirt that she’d tucked in, teamed with a pair of chucks... pink, of course. Does the girl own any other color? If she’d intended to highlight how young she is, she succeeded. Every time I see her, her freshness takes me by surprise. No one was meant to look this chaste, this squeaky clean—enough to highlight the differences in our life paths and experiences, right there. I want to taint that wholesomeness, want to mark that pristine air that accompanies her. Mark her, defile her... Fuck. I curl my fingers at my sides. What I feel for her goes beyond hate. I want to destroy her. Then build her up again, a finer, sophisticated version of what she was. Fuck me. When had I thought of this? Breaking her down was part of the plan. Anything else? Unacc eptable. I’ve come this far, haven’t I? I’ve inched forward toward my goal. I’d had her on my turf... Then I’d lost her. I stalk toward the open door, buttoning my shirt up. "I want you gone when I return." I prowl out the door, down the st eps. Peter straightens. "She went toward the hill." His eyebrows knit. I ignore him. Don’t need my hired help telling me that I was wrong in what I did. Max darts out of the house; his collar shines in the sun. I head toward Primrose hill, start up the slope, Max at my heels. By the time I reach the top of the hill, the shadows have lengthened. I pass a group of people huddled on the grass, then a couple sprawled on the bench. His head is in her lap and she bends down to kiss him. Romantics. I snort under my breath.
Life is not about love and hearts and all that stupid shit that Hallmark dreams up in a bid to ke ep people buying its products. Suckers fall for that crap; good thing I am not one of them. A squirrel darts past. Max barks and gives chase. That's his weakness. He sees one of those little critters and loses his shit. Like I seem to do with her. I reach the top, turn to take in the view. The vista of the London skyline stretches out before me. Lights twinkle, reflecting the setting sun. I survey the space. Where the hell could she be? I stalk to the edge, past the signs that highlight the landmarks of the skyline. Can’t see anyone. I angle my body to turn, when... There! A shock of pink catches my attention. I head toward it. Find her hunched into herself, seated on the ground, facing away from the crowd. Her shoulders are bent. She’s drawn up her legs and her chin rests on her bent knees. I hesitate. She seems alone, lost in her thoughts... so fragile. Hurt radiates off of her... Nah, must be my imagination. Since when am I so sensitive to the feelings of others? Besides, she doesn’t mean anything to me. She is merely a pawn in the larger game I have going on. Which means I need her to survive and get through what has taken place... and everything that is going to be hurled her way. Why does it matter to me that she survives as unscathed as possible? That she come out stronger, able to take on the world. Why do I want to go to her and draw her into my arms? Soothe her hurt until she smiles again? Why, when she means nothing? I close in on her. A gust of wind blows toward me. The scent of her—cherries and caramel laced with cut grass— envelops me. My dick twitches. What the bloody hell? So, some part of me finds her interesting. Sure, given half a chance, I’d shag her. I’d do the same to half the willing females that come my way. Exc ept I haven’t. I had had a woman on her knees, in front of me, face in my crotch, in the process of sucking me off and I had walked away. In search of her? Only because I need her to return. I can’t lose her, not after having come this far. She plays an important role in my plan for revenge, exc ept she isn't aware of it. Something I plan to rectify at the right time... just not yet. I pause next to her. She stiffens; her fingers tug at the grass, pulling away handfuls. "Done sulking?" She doesn’t give any sign of having heard me. "Didn’t take you for the jealous kind." Her shoulders draw back. "Did you want to be in her place, taking my dick into your mouth, hmm?" Her head comes up. "If you ask me nicely, I might fuck your mouth."
She springs up to her feet. Her cheeks are pale, her eyes like glowing emerald orbs. Whoa, stop right there. You don’t find her beautiful, remember? She closes the distance between us, and my groin tightens. She stabs a finger in my direction, and I have this insane need to bend my head and suck on that digit; though that would be a poor imitation of what I’ve wanted to do to her pussy since the second I’d laid eyes on her. Screw that. I bare my teeth, angle my head, "Go on then, spit it out, Sweetheart." "You have a nerve." I scratch my chin. "You staged that entire thing for me." "Oh?" I pretend to yawn, pat my mouth with four fingers. "You knew I was on my way, and you set it up, including ke eping the door unlocked so I could walk in and find you." "Why?" She frowns. "What do you mean?" "Why would I do that, Bird? Why would I go to such elaborate lengths to stage that entire little charade?" "Because you are some kind of kinky flasher? You enjoy showing off your cock?" "Wanna touch it?" Her cheeks flush. "Ego much?" "I might let you blow me off, if you ask nicely." "OMG!" She throws her hands up, "you are... are..." "Irresistible?" "Obnoxious." She chokes. "You mean, virile? Admit it, that you are attracted me." "No." She sets her jaw, "No way am I feeding your already inflated sense of self-worth." "If the shoe fits." I allow my lips to curl. "You're such a cliché." She huffs. I tilt my head, "Every stereotype has its roots in a spark of truth." "Didn’t take you for the philosophizing kind." "Didn’t take you for a sore loser." "You’re right." She juts out her chin. A tear winds down her cheek, trembles at the edge of her jaw. I lean forward, lick it up. She flinches. "Why did you do that?" "Because..." I wanted to taste you? Find out if your essence is as prickly as your demeanor? Because I have this insane desire to break you down and find out what makes you tick, little Bird. "Because I can."
Her jaw hardens and she takes a st ep back. "You’re the most arrogant, most dominating, most selfish man I’ve ever met." "You noticed, huh?" She makes a sound de ep in her throat, "It will be my pleasure to take you down a notch before we are done." "Is that any way to talk to the man who's gonna be paying your bills?" I rock back on my heels, "Don't forget I hold yours and your sister's future in my hands." She pales, "Not fair." Her breath hitches. "If you ke ep throwing that at me at every turn, then the deal is off."