Her Visions
1151 Words
[Kane’s POV]
I stare at the bastard in front of me, wondering what exactly he planned on doing with what was mine. Of course, I had no intention of claiming her as my own, but the thought of another man touching her infuriated me.
When I came out here for some fresh air, I didn't intend to run into such a scene. Hell, I didn't even intend to interrupt it, but somehow before I could even stop my f*****g feet, I was moving, and now here I stood with some cocky motherfucker glaring at me while the little delinquent pressed against my body.
I wonder if she knew how dangerous the way she positioned herself was, with her chest pressing against my side and her warm core pressing against my thigh. It was tempting me in ways I didn't even know were possible, but right now, I couldn't focus on that. Instead, I needed to deal with the fucker in front of me.
“Stop f*****g around.” The one touching what was mine says. “If you come here this instant, I’ll forget this ever happened.”
His gaze that remains locked on the little delinquent is cocky and filled with a positivity that she will do what he wants, but to my surprise, she pushes herself against me even more.
“You dare defy me?” He growls, reaching out in an attempt to grab her.
In one fluid motion, I’m moving, grabbing his wrist and then twisting so that I have it pinned behind his back, and when a hiss of pain escapes him, satisfaction rushes through me.
“Who the f**k do you think you’re trying to touch?” I murmur, my lips close to his ear. “Didn’t I already make it clear that she’s mine?”
As I speak, I peek toward the little delinquent who watches the scene in shock.
Dammit. What the hell was I even doing?
“How annoying,” I huff, releasing the bastard and straightening my clothes. “Let’s go.”
I don’t wait for a response from the little delinquent before I’m grabbing her and moving while the bastard watches us, but he doesn’t move to follow, making it clear that he realizes that I’m dangerous.
Smirking, I continue to move until I’m certain that we are out of eyesight and earshot, then I turn on the little delinquent and cross my arms.
“What?” She asks, eyeing me. “What do you want?”
“Don’t you owe me a thank you?”
“Thank you.”
The words easily come out, and they’re filled with sincerity, but I didn’t want just a thank you.
“That isn’t enough,” I sigh, fixing my gaze with hers. “Do you know how much trouble this is going to cause me with your parents? I was brought here as a guest and intern. He trusts me enough to let me stay in his home, and here I am claiming that I’m banging his daughter.”
“Do you really think he would believe that since you just arrived?” She asks, rolling her eyes. “You just arrived today.”
“True,” I agree. “But what are you going to do to compensate me if it does get me into trouble?”
“What do you want?” She asks. “Although we could consider this as us being even.”
“Even,” I repeat, raising a brow. “And what on earth did I do to you?”
“You ruined my chances of going to my dream college next year.”
Was she really on about that still? Didn’t she know that there were other colleges out there that she could choose from? She could easily attend one of those until that exam came back around.
“I didn’t ruin anything.” I point out. “You’re the one that damaged my car.”
“I hardly made a dent,” she snaps, crossing her arms so that her breasts bulge and entice me. “If you want me to damage it, I can so that your accusations can at least be correct.”
“Touch my car, and I will make sure you find yourself in jail next.” I warn, my patience with this irritating woman is growing thin. “Don’t test me.”
“Then stop saying such ridiculous things.” She sighs. “And hurry up and tell me what you want in exchange for helping me.”
Remaining silent, I take her in while my mind wanders to something it shouldn’t. I was certain if I even suggested it she would refuse, but wouldn’t it be fun to test the waters?
There’s something more important. The small voice in the back of my head says as the images of my own death return to me.
“Tell me,” I say slowly, remembering that she never told me what exactly that was earlier. “What did you see earlier?”
I can tell that my question has taken the little delinquent by surprise from her expression, but the shock disappears quickly, and I can almost see a wall slamming into place.
“I don’t know what you mean.” She says, her voice even. “Are you imagining things?”
“Don’t play dumb,” I warn, gripping her chin and then seeing the images again. “Interesting.”
I continue to hold her as she reaches up and tries to pry my hand free, but it’s already too late for her to try to pretend that what I was seeing was nothing.
“Interesting indeed,” I continue, finally releasing her so that she stumbles backwards and wraps her arms protectively around herself. “It seems that you’ve got some secrets,” I continue, taking in her pale, sweat-covered skin. “Does anyone know what you’re capable of doing?”
“I… I don’t know what you mean.” She stammers, but her shock gives her away. “I don’t…”
“You just saw my death.” I counter, moving toward her while she tries to stay out of my reach. “How does it work? Do you have to touch skin to skin?”
“Stay away from me.” She growls, her eyes flashing with anger. “I don’t know what you think you’ve discovered, but it isn’t…AH!”
She doesn’t finish her words as she trips over a rock and then begins to fall, and without thinking, I’m moving, wrapping an arm around her waist and stopping her from falling.
“Careful,” I hiss, snapping my gaze to hers so that I find that our faces are mere inches apart, and before I can say anything more, I hear a gasp behind me, making it clear that we now have an audience.
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