Part 22 (Genre:Romantic Suspense)
A story of chances, stealing, and love inside a city & man where all hope is gone. Can one woman change his destiny? Or will loneliness take over and leave him hopeless?
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With challenge in her stance and voice, Diamond asked, “And no matter what I do, I couldn’t make you stop?”
He moved to her slowly deliberately keeping eye contact to let her understand he was now the hunter. Allowing just a little bit of the monster in him to come out, he saw her shiver and he could smell her fear. It was still intoxicating to feel other people’s fear, but he wanted more from her. He wanted to feel her vibrate under him with his shaft buried deep inside and have her look up into his eyes with …
“No one can,” he answered in a deadly serious voice.
She turned away. Most likely to get herself together, but he knew he had scared her just a little. Rob had no doubt that she would most likely never want to see him again after this
He gave her an out to leave. “I do appreciate you doing this, but I can finish everything up if you have something else to do.”
“Nonsense,” she said as if that was just silly. “Can you fix the table for us?”
He knew it was just a ploy to get him away so she could gather her wits, so he didn’t protest. His father had taught him very well how to pull the fear out of people with just a look or a move that could fully disarm and make the other person wary.
Fear and power over people was like a drug, when he wasn’t in control. The more he had, the more he wanted and if it had not been for this last incarceration, he wouldn’t have stopped.
By the time the table was set and he had put lemonade out on the table, she was setting the stuffed chicken on the table along with buttered garlic noodles. The Hawaiian rolls didn’t need to be warmed and she made a can of corn in the microwave. He hadn’t had a home cooked meal in decades and didn’t even know where to start.
“Thank you,” he said from the side of the table.
Instead of her sitting at the end of the table where he had placed her dishes, she had moved over to where he was sitting. To make her feel comfortable, he pulled her chair out, waited for her to sit down with wariness all over her face, and then he sat down.
“Do you say grace?”
“I have faith, but I haven’t said grace in a long time, Diamond.” He admitted. “But I will respect if you want to go ahead.”