Her eyes were different, timid in fear, a bit wet from emotion.
“That’s it?”
“I’ve never seen you look like that.”
“Because you’ve never seen me mad.” I rose from the armchair.
She immediately flinched, like I would cross the room and break her neck.
I moved around the back of the couch and drew near, but not close enough for her to reach out and touch me, at least ten feet of distance between her hand and my heart. “You came all the way up here, and that’s the best you’ve got?” My arms hung by my sides, and I looked at her with a mixture of rage and disappointment, pissed off at myself for being hard at the sight of her, for wanting to stick my d**k in her mouth while she said how damn sorry she was.
She breathed hard, like she’d forgotten that I was a terrifying man you didn’t want
