Page 50 of Fatality

I shove harder against his chest, trying to force some space between us.

It's still useless.

“Let go of me right now or I'll fucking break your nose.”

I throw the threat anyway, hoping it lands.

But looking at a man like him? I'm not sure threats actually work on him.

“Cute. Very cute.” His eyes glow brighter. “A girl like you, with those eyes, having a mouth full of herself, huh?”

He leans closer until his mouth hovers near my ear, making my spine shiver all the way down to the bone.

“Try,” he murmurs. “I dare you.” His voice drops lower, even rougher. “We'll see if you're all talk...”

A pause.

“Or if you actually act.” Another pause, longer this time. “Or I'll find a better use for that mouth.”

My jaw tightens instantly at both the dare and the threat.

Like I would ever let him do shit with my mouth, like I would never actually break his nose.

My head snaps forward before I can even think twice, and I slam it straight into his nose.

I wince at the impact.

Blood wells instantly, his head jerking back. His grip falters for a second—just enough.

“Fuck off!” I shout as I rip myself free and throw a punch.

My fist lands against his jaw, but his head barely moves.

He recovers too quickly.

What is happening? Is he even human?

I barely register his head snapping back toward me before I see it—a full grin spreading across his face, blood dripping from his nose down to his mouth, staining his teeth red.

He moves fast. Too fast.

Suddenly, I'm yanked forward, and his other hand shoots up to cover my mouth.

“I didn't think you would actually fucking do it,” he snarls, blood spattering across my face. “You've got balls, I'll give you that.”

His face is inches from mine, his eyes hard and bright.

His scent hits me immediately.

Burnt rubber, metallic heat, something synthetic and spicy underneath.

Usually, I would love that kind of scent.

But right now? Fuck that shit.

I bite down hard on his hand with a growl. He wrenches it away, his eyes hardening.

I barely have time to process it before he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head backward with his free hand.