My own anger flared. Why was he trying to ruin this before it even got started? I pulled my wrist out of his hold and pushed him again. Harder this time so that he stumbled backwards. “What else have you got for me, then? Tell me your worst, and we’ll see if I stay,” I yelled.
His nostrils flared and his eyes flashed with fury. Before I knew what was happening, he had me around the waist and off my feet while he carried me to the bed. Dumping me on my back, he straddled me, hands pinned either side of my body. He stared down at me with the same level of frustration I felt towards him.
“You’re playing with fucking fire, Monroe. I’m trying to tell you that I will hurt you. I will fuck with you. I will fucking rip your heart out and smash it to pieces. And you’re not fucking listening. But you need to know that’s what I do. I’m a fucking monster.” His chest pumped furiously as he struggled for breath while spewing his toxic words all over the place.
Rage and passion collided in the room around us as we both fought for what we wanted. He wanted me gone; wanted to save me from himself. I wanted him to understand I didn’t love small. When I let him in my life, I chose to accept all the parts of him and to love them equally. And I loved big as fuck. He couldn’t escape it.
I clutched his shirt. “You are not a monster. And I’m not fucking going anywhere. Go ahead, hurt me, fuck with me and rip my heart out. That’s what love is, Hyde. It’s the good with the bad. I can take it. But you better be ready for me to fuck you up, too. Because that’s love. The give and take is where the magic is. I want to bleed with you and cry with you and be slayed with you. And then I want to laugh with you and build a future with you and get wet in my shower with you. You made me fall for you. Now you can man the fuck up and show me why I made the right decision.”
His breaths came hard and fast as he stared down at me. I thought for sure he’d keep arguing, but he didn’t. His lips crushed to mine, and he kissed me like it was the last thing he’d ever get to do on earth. Hyde was an intense man, but this kiss was something else. I could have lost myself in it and happily stayed there forever.
When he finally dragged his mouth from mine, he rasped, “I want you on your hands and knees at the end of this bed, and that ass of yours in the air. And Monroe?”
My fingers squeezed tighter around his shirt. “Yes?”
“I hope you’re ready to take everything I’ve got to give.”
I knew he wasn’t just talking about how he was going to fuck me. His eyes told me that. I nodded. “I am. And one last thing—I don’t want a condom between us anymore. I’m clean.”
He pushed up off the bed so he could stand at the end while I positioned myself where he’d said to. His hands came straight to my ass and ripped my G-string off. He then ran them up my back and around to cup my breasts under my baby-doll.
My back arched, pushing my ass up higher. He groaned at that and moved one hand from my breasts so he could nudge my legs further apart and run his finger through my pussy.
“You’re fucking dripping for me, red.”
I kept my back arched while I also angled my face up. Everything he did felt so damn good. “That’s because you get me so worked up, even when you’re bloody arguing with me.”
He slid a finger inside me, and I moaned with pleasure. “Next time I won’t argue. I’ll just fuck it out of you.”
I moaned loudly, closing my eyes as he fucked me with his finger. I wasn’t even able to form a reply to what he said. It turned me on way too much, but I didn’t want to encourage him to not discuss shit with me. God, this relationship was one big fucking contradiction. I wanted all the things I shouldn’t.
“You thinking about shit, sugar?”
I wiggled my ass at him. “So what if I am?”
He gripped my hips and pulled me back closer to him. His zip sounded, and he slid his cock along my pussy. “I need your mind on my dick, so stop fucking thinking about anything other than that.”
“You have no idea—”
His dick slammed into me, cutting me off. My mind exploded with light as need raced through my veins.
Oh God, yes!
Fuck, this was what sex was about. And the fact he was bare only made it better.
Hyde was a fucking master at it, and I would willingly let him take charge of me in this way any time he wanted.
He wiped every single thought from my mind as he held my hips and pounded into me. I gripped the sheets and took every thrust. We were untamed and savage, desperate for each other.
There was a brutal beauty to the way he fucked me. He took what he wanted with ferocious demand, yet he gave me so much in return. More than anything, he showed me how much he wanted me.
He roared out his release when he came. I wasn’t far behind, and as I orgasmed, I collapsed onto my elbows. When he was done, Hyde let my hips go and rubbed his hands over my ass. “You’re fucking beautiful, Roe.”
The angry intensity was gone from his voice, and in its place was something a little softer. Not that soft was a word to ever be used when describing Hyde, but I felt it from him. I loved that he gave that side of himself to me, even if for only a rare moment here and there.
I pushed myself back up onto my hands and turned to face him. Kneeling, I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “You make me feel beautiful.”
And there was that intensity back in his gaze. “Good. I never want to make you feel anything but that.”
I watched him quietly for a beat. “I can love you if you’ll let me, Hyde.”
He stilled. “You sure about that?”
My heart beat faster. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
His lips bruised mine when he stole another kiss from me. “Give me everything, and I’ll give it right back to you.”
It was in these moments, when he allowed himself to be vulnerable like this, that I caught a glimpse of the man I was falling in love with. I knew he’d battle me every step of the way, knew he’d be difficult and argue with me at all turns, but I believed it would be a battle worth fighting. I believed Hyde was worth loving.
Chapter 32
Hyde
I stared at the glass of whisky I’d just had Kree pour. My hands shook as I contemplated drinking it, and my head pounded with a headache far worse than any I’d had in a long time.
“You want water instead?”
I glanced up to find Kree watching me with a knowing look. “No, I fucking want this.”
She dropped her voice, but the bar was fairly empty at this time of the morning, so no one would have heard her anyway. “How many days has it been?”
“One.” But it felt like a hundred.
“You can do this, Hyde.”