Page 160 of Lau Ahi
“Men like you are so boringly unoriginal. You all think with your dicks and it’s normally because you don’t know how to use them to actually please anyone but yourself. Your anger at me is founded in the shortcomings with yourself. Don’t take out your lack of refinement on me. I’m not the one who made you a lame.”
His hands dug even more roughly into my scalp. I knew he wanted me to scream out. To beg or show him that I was at his mercy. I would never give him that satisfaction. He’d already shown his hands by speaking too much like they so often did. He wouldn’t kill me. Wilbur didn’t have the guts. He wanted to feel as though he could bully me into giving in. To conquer me into submission but not by brutal force. This gun was probably for show and if I had any doubt I was sure that he was going to pat me on the head after he fucked me to prove that it was either unloaded or fake. Like it would be proof that we’d done this consensually.
He can’t even do this correctly.
“You’re talking a lot of shit for a woman who is at my mercy.”
“You think that by coming into my home I’m at your mercy? You obviously didn’t do enough research on me.”
“Some spoiled little Black bitch from a country that is constantly at war that puts on airs by affecting this uppity accent and thinks that she’s better than everyone? You’re nothing more than a whore who hasn’t been well-used yet. Fleecing men for their money and not providing anything in return.”
I scoffed because this was typical white man behavior. Trying to change the rules of the game to fit new desires halfway through. “You really should get your kinks together. It’s clear you don’t know what afindommeis. Too bad you’ll never truly learn.”
The air was suddenly electrified and while he couldn’t sense it, I could. Despite wishing that I wasn’t so attuned to that man, I just was. The way the air was suddenly charged, as though his rage was making every available atom in my condo vibrate with his displeasure was hard to miss for anyone paying attention. WhichWilburclearly wasn’t.
He was too busy tugging at the straps of my shirt trying to assert dominance he couldn’t even physically provide given that removing a strap was too difficult for him.
Pathetic.
As annoyed as I was that somehow Ori knew that I was in danger, probably because he had some type of guard on my house, I was even more annoyed that Wilbur thought that this rudimentary act of breaking and entering would be enough to break someone like me.
Been through far worse than a few hair tugs asshole.
As loud as he usually was, he stepped silently into my view forcing my brain to momentarily shift to the issue at hand to subconsciously store his actions for later.
He’s loud on purpose.
It took a few seconds beforeWilburseemed to notice Ori but I could tell the moment he did because his grip went back to my hair.
I practically drank him in since I was never one to deny the fact that Ori was a brutally beautiful man. Handsome was far too limiting for him especially given the qualities that his face seemed to possess. It was a magnificent harshness from the silk thickness of his sharp black brows to the prominence of his brow ridge set over his almond-shaped eyes that were softened by lashes. His hair was pulled back off his face and looking at him was like seeing the embodiment of fury.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with your hands on her?”
Goosebumps skittered up my arms at the depth of his voice. It sounded strained and almost otherworldly. Like the earth had opened up and whatever creature normally trapped beneath the surface had awakened. And he was furious.
“How did you get in here?”
I couldn’t see his face but the tension that flowed off him was enough for me to know Wilbur was nervous. His hand had slipped from my hair and was now resting on the back of my neck and I had to battle my natural reaction to sneer at his touch. I thought it was ironic that he was asking the man who lived here why he was inside his own residence.White men really were entitled.
“That’s the question you want to ask?” Ori slowly unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt before rolling them up his forearms. I knew he’d had on a blazer at some point this morning but I wasn’t sure where along the way it had gotten ripped off.
Even I had to wonder what the fuck he was doing because there was no reason for him to be rolling up his sleeves.
“Are we keeping you from something?”
“No,Semira. I just don’t like anything to restrict my movements. Besides, Pappy gave me these cufflinks and I don’t want to lose them.” I watched as he placed the cufflinks in his pocket before he started to loosen his tie.
“Sentimentality? At a time like this. I guess you can afford to have it since I have this handled.” I was being sarcastic since he was posturing for this piece of shit.
Ori glanced behind me before focusing on my face again with his brows raised. “Do you?”
My eyes bulged hearing how he clearly doubted my ability. “Yes.”
“Prove it.”
He stopped his actions and stood silently as though he were waiting for me to prove to him that I would’ve been fine.
“You don’t think I do?”
