Page 85 of I Was Born Ruined (Death by Daybreak MC 1)
“Don’t fucking come back here again, or you’re dead,” I choke, and my voice breaks on the final syllable. Spinning away, my wet hair smacks me in the face as I head back inside and slam the door behind me, locking it five times over.
For a moment, I just fall back against it, panting hard and wishing I could sink into the floor and disappear forever. Instead, I force myself up and stumble out the back door toward the pool.
Without bothering to take off my clothes, I dive in and let myself sink to the bottom.
My hair floats in front of my face, dark tendrils curling together like fog. I must be down there a long time because I start to feel this woozy, ethereal blackness taking over the edges of my vision. At first, I like it, because it feels like it just might be the emotional eraser I've been looking for.
But then I remember that as far as I know, we only get one life. And I haven't really lived mine.
Besides, if I let myself die down here, then that kid will die, too.
And for some reason, I feel like I have to save him.
Maybe … because he reminds me of myself?
I must be under the water longer than I think because suddenly, there are two strong arms wrapping around my midsection and hauling me to the surface. Beast yanks me right out of the water and puts me on my back on the pavement under the rain. When I roll to my side and try to cough, I find it almost impossible to get any air. I hadn't even realized I'd breathed in so much water.
Beast pushes me back down and covers my mouth with his, breathing for me.
It's a more intimate experience than I want, with his eyes looking onto mine, his breath becoming my own, giving me life. He pulls back and puts his hands on my chest, sending vibrant spirals of heat through me.
It's not quite so romantic when I cough and turn over, spewing water onto the concrete.
Beast doesn't say anything, just rubs my back in circles until I'm finished choking, sucking in sweet, beautiful lungfuls of air.
“Accidental or intentional?” he asks me, and I glare at him, pushing my bangs back from my face.
“Accidental,” I tell him, but maybe, there are no accidents. Now that I'm sitting here, with ice-cold rain pouring down from the sky, I feel like I've just been given a wake-up call from the universe.
If you stay put, you will drown.
I start to shiver, but my eyes are on Beast's mouth instead of wherever else they should be. I can't seem to stop staring at the droplets of moisture on his lips. He's still hovering over me on all fours, staring down at me.
We look at each other, and even though it's a terrible idea, I lean up and kiss him.
Our mouths are cold at first, from the rain and the pool water, but when he reaches up and cups the back of my head with one, big hand … the temperature creeps toward boiling hot. That strange coiled energy in Beast comes toward me in a tsunami, and I find myself gasping as he pushes me back and covers my body with his own.
I can't hike my skirt up fast enough, but at least he gets his dick out in record time.
Beast hesitates for a moment at my opening, and I make a low growling noise in my throat.
“I'm on the pill,” I snap, and Beast gives me a look I can't read. His eyes are like arctic glaciers, cold and foreign but quickly melting in the burgeoning heat. And his blond hair, it’s soaked through and dark, like burnished gold. Someone so dangerous shouldn’t get to be so handsome. Scrambles the brains of onlookers, you know. That’s my excuse. He’s so placid, too, in the way he looks at me, like there’s not a thing in the world that could break his stoic tranquility.
But that ironclad control of his is under a lot of strain. I literally watch it snap and shatter as he drives into me with a grunt. His body is hot, sliding into slickness until he's balls-deep. His hand grasps the hair on the back of my head and tilts it back so that my neck is exposed.
I groan as he starts to move, putting his mouth to my throat and licking, sucking, biting. I'll have marks for sure, but I don't care. Because when you're rock-bottom and drowning, any little breath is pure pleasure.
Beast rides me into the pavement so hard I'm sure I'll have scrapes on my ass. He fucks me like he's choosing a mate, like he's some sort of alpha male wolf picking a female. It feels good, too, to be worshipped and wanted like that. The harder and faster he goes, the more I want. The more uncoiled and wild he becomes, the more interested I am.
