A blood-curdling scream ripped through the house as she stomped her feet and slammed the door closed. She looked wild, her hair a mess and her hand shaking with the knife still in it. She looked like she just stepped out of a slasher film, and it was fucking hot. I wanted to sit her on the counter and fuck her until she was screaming my name.

“Yes, of course, I love you. Do you really think anyone else would stay? What have you done to me? I can’t go back, but to stay is crazy.”

Checkmate.

I slowly walked forward and held out my hand, and she looked at it for a long time before finally placing the knife into my palm. With predatory precision, I grabbed the front of her shirt and slammed her up against the wall, the knife now to her throat. Her eyes were wide, and her chest was heaving under my hand. “One day, I’m going to fuck you with a knife to your throat. You look so fucking sexy, all worked up.”

Removing the knife from her tender skin, I dropped my head and kissed her. For a brief moment, she was stiff under my lips, but then like she was made of butter, she melted and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Do you want to kill me, Kirby?”

“No, never. But we need some ground rules if this is going to work.”

“I love rules that I make,” I said, the corner of my mouth lifting as she glared at me. “We can talk about all the rules you want later,” I said, picking her up so her legs could wrap around my waist. Walking back to the kitchen, I laid the knife down and then laid her out on the table like she was my meal. “Say it again. Tell me how you feel.”

“I love you,” she whispered and pulled gently on my hair.

“I wish I could feel what you feel,” I replied and ran my thumb over her lower lip.

“Tell me what you do feel.”

“I feel like I don’t want to go another day without you in it.”

A smile spread across her cheeks as her eyes glittered under the kitchen light. “That is love, Cain. I don’t want to go a day without you in it either.”

I smirked down at her. “Then, I love you too.”

Chapter 32

KIRBY