Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

“The wedding… we weren’t even there together.”
“We talked, we had a drink.” When she still seems unconvinced, I tell her, “All right, we can
call tonight date one and then you’ll owe me two.”
Realizing she was arguing against herself, she shakes her head. “No, no. Okay, you’re right, the
wedding can count as… a first date.” She struggles to get that out, but moves past it quickly once she
does. “No matter how tonight goes, I’ll agree to one more.”
“No matter what,” I state more firmly. “And I’ll hold you to it, Hallie. I don’t like liars, and I
damn sure don’t like when you lie to me. If you renege on our deal one more time, all bets are off. I’ll
take you and keep you locked up in my bedroom until I’m finished with you. I’ll rape you every
goddamn night and force you to sleep next to me until morning. Maybe I’ll have another go at you
then. I’ll tie you up if I have to. I’ll kiss the tears from your cheeks and thrust even harder as the ropes
rub against your agitated skin just to be spiteful. I won’t stop until I feel like stopping, no matter how
much you beg. I’ll destroy you, Hallie. You can bank on it. Don’t try to call my bluff. I don’t bluff.”
Her blue eyes are wide by the time I’m finished. Her grip on my hand has tightened, which I find
a bit funny. She’s gripping my hand as if I might protect her against… well, me.
Dread casts a shadow across her lovely features. She swallows. More hesitant than a moment
ago when she swore to the same thing, she reiterates the terms. “No matter what? So, even if you
break all of my rules tonight, you’ll still hold me to yours.”
“Yes,” I state unflinchingly. “Those are the only terms I’ll agree to. Even if I wrench your thighs
apart and drive into your unwilling body the moment the sound of agreement falls from your lips, you
will show up to a third date with me.”
I can feel the fear in her heart. She’s afraid I’m cornering her just to pounce, that if she agrees,
that’s exactly what will happen. Why shouldn’t it? There are no consequences for me if I break the
rules.
But there are. There are always consequences when rules are broken, especially in this instance
when what I want more than anything is to see her again.
I want to be able to trust her. I can kidnap her little ass and brutally use her body to slake my
lusts until I don’t lust for her anymore. If she’s too difficult, if that’s her preference, it’s what I’ll have
to do. Whatever the reason, I’m too far gone with this girl to let it go and move on. I have to possess
her in every way a man can possess a woman. I have to bury myself inside her until I’ve conquered
and memorized every corner of her, but I need access to her in order to properly explore her.
I’ll steal it if I have to, but I’m a reasonable man. I’ll give her the chance to be agreeable first.
She has to mean it, though.
If she lies to me again, there will be consequences.
“If I… if I show up a third time, will you promise to let me leave? Will you promise not to hurt
me?”