That smile relaxed some of the nervousness, but she wasn’t sure if it was a real smile or an attempt to lull her back into a state of complacency. After all, until recently Aly had been playing and teasing him and being nothing short of a Hollywood girl. A completely untouchable girl who welcomed and flirted with danger.
The press of his fingers into her inner thigh pulled a gasp from her lips, and her heart pounded in her chest. Fear bled into excitement and there was a definite problem in finding where one ended and the other began. Either way, she was in trouble and she was glad she was seated, otherwise her legs might give out.
His smiled widened into something much less predatory. It was clear he was satisfied and interested. Maybe even entertained. Certainly not appalled, which in turn intrigued her. Her mind raced through all the possibilities of what horrors he was capable of if being near a possible murderer didn’t send him off. Yes, she might have killed someone, and he seemed positively excited about it.
How does it feel?
Aly blinked stupidly at the question. He had to be asking about the prospect of being a killer. And how did she really feel about it? That was a question she’d asked herself often, and she never could come up with an answer that she was happy. As his hand slid off, she furrowed her brow and her fingers latched around his wrist. She pulled it back so that his hand would go back to where it had originally been. If she was going to tell him anything, it would be on her terms. “It feels odd,” she said softly. “I feel weak because I lost control of myself, but at the same time powerful. I’m afraid of what I’m capable of, but at the same time I’m exhilarated. I… I can’t really put it into words that don’t contradict.”
"I don’t think that’s a possibility…"
He had a slight hold on her inner leg and Blake felt the gasp jolt up through his hand. Her heartbeat sped up, beating with rhythm into his palm as if he were testing her pulse through her thigh. The corner of his mouth twitched, almost smiling, as he glanced downward and then back up. Always intrigued by reactions of the human body — especially when drugged.
When he slid his hand back, he felt the electricity of him gliding off of her, if even for a second. He was high; everything felt phenomenal to the point of being absurd, he couldn’t stop moving his hands, and even though he was sitting still, his heart was racing. At that point, he was looking around for things to touch when Aly grabbed for his wrist to plant it right back on her leg. Blake’s gaze, blackened by the ecstasy, darted downcast as if to confirm what she’d just done.
Because to him, that was an invitation.
It feels odd …
She forced his eyes back upward. But his hand started to move, curving down and around like he planned to grab hold of her leg in a solid clutch.
"Control is over-rated," he said, having every intention to spur and nourish this darker side of her. "Focus on the powerful and exhilarated part. Forget the rest … I bet you’d feel liberated." Because fear, in his opinion, was an illusion.
He sank his grip in her thigh again, only with more intention — literally grabbing her, taking hold and pulling her down the couch with a combination of force and grace as he rotated to meet her. Blake was fast when it came to situating people beneath him, and very suddenly he was on his knees, hovering above her while one hand traced up her side. Moving up and up until it closed over her ribs and pushed her down into the cushion. He switched gears easily, maybe a little too rapidly.
"You remind me of a doll," he sighed, taking in the sight of her with a look like curiosity and appreciation. An expression that looked pure enough, but it wasn’t. Because when he really started to wonder, he liked to pry with an unrelenting temper until he made a discovery.
"It depends on how I feel at the time. What if I’m in a bad mood? I’ve known Sally longer. But Bella is a part of me? Fuck it, maybe I’d just leave them both to burn. Stop asking me questions."
Mia was all the more impressed as Raime reacted to Blake, watching her from her peripheral vision. When she noticed the look Blake was giving her, her scowl deepened, fist clenching on the car. Fucking perv. The short tempered brunette was already having issues not launching herself at the bastard, but seeing as he had a gun and she was a 5’4 recently pregnant lady- she knew it would’t go well. Her brow pulled together when Raime stepped between them. Letting out a sigh, Mia’s hands crossed over her chest, making sure she was still angled in a way that she could help Raime if Blake pulled something.
“I think that depends on you.” Mia tossed his words back at him haphazardly, “Its obvious what we want, but what do you want, Blake?” Taking a step away from the car, her eyes flicked to the gun as she drew closer to him. Not too close, but enough to make her skin crawl, “What was the point of sending Oliver her hair?” Was her hatred tangible?
"So can that gun," Raime responded to Blake, tone dripping with disdain. The venom in her voice couldn’t compare to the look of revulsion that crossed her face as she was reminded of why Blake kidnapped Bella in the first place. No matter how much she hated Blake, Raime knew that it would never match how Hunter felt. She wasn’t sure she would be able to stand here and look him in the face after what he had done, but here she was, facing off with him. Hunter didn’t appear to be terrified or phased by his presence, just infuriated with the kind of anger Raime couldn’t ever remember witnessing when it came to Hunter Keyes.
As her gaze fell on Hunter, she felt more assured that the two of them could handle Blake. Nothing was ever predictable with the male, but Raime could count on Hunter to draw blood if things got ugly. “What do you want?” She voiced the same question that Hunter had just asked, but Raime wasn’t sure there was even a simple answer. “You know you’re not going to win,” she told him firmly. He might have the upper hand now, but she wasn’t so sure that would always be the case.
I think that depends on you. Its obvious what we want, but what do you want, Blake?
Blake squinted his eyes and glanced between Hunter and Raime, vaguely watching the two girls switch positions before darting his focus around the area. He had what he wanted. What the hell was this? They weren’t acting like negotiators. They didn’t even seemed frightened or wanting … actually, they seemed a little too cocky.
When Hunter mentioned the sample of hair, his eyes snapped back to her, taking the credit for no reason at all — “I thought he’d prefer hair over a body part.”
He was silent through the rest of it, staring blankly and processing it all. And when Raime said that last piece, he knew something wasn’t right. This had been a game from the start, but something told him they had better cards than he did. Blake yanked the door open to his car. “Well, ladies … this has been fun.” And he flipped them off, slid into the drivers seat of his car and started backing out.
"She’ll just need to get over it."
Hunter’s name seemed to upset Blake, and Aly was simultaneously pleased and displeased. She wanted him to be human enough to feel guilt over what he’d done to her, but at the same time she didn’t enjoy seeing it. She’d done shameful things too. And that thought alone made her sick to her stomach.
"I thought so," she answered with a small nod. Her teeth dragged across her lower lip and she tucked a lock of her loose hair behind her ear. "I know I don’t have to. But… I’ve grown to like you, and this is what I do for people who matter. I help."
Once the story was out, his blank expression scared her more. She had wanted some sort of reaction besides this, so she could figure out what to make of it. “Yes, he did…” She was even more afraid. Blake and Laken were close, and she had no idea if she’d be disposable to them after this. She wanted to think that they were as fond of her as she was of them, and that harm wouldn’t befall her.
She watched his hand go to touch the baby; a small relief. He valued the baby. In his own way, whatever it was, Bella was important to him and that was what she’d been hoping for. Then his other hand was stroking her face and she completely relaxed, even moving into the touch for comfort.
"I was scared to tell you. I’m sorry…"
I thought so.
From there, the girl bit her lip and played with her hair a little, and Blake blinked down to her, trying to read through her fidgeting. He never understood selfless acts for the sake of selflessness alone — because everything he did had to reap some kind of reward. And when she said she liked him, he was actually surprised. He had a cold, robotic definition of mankind, humanity and what was acceptable. And after everything he’d done; he didn’t understand how she chose to stick around. It didn’t compute. Maybe she was lying.
"You like me how?" He reached forward and tucked the other side of her loose hair behind her ear. Testing her answer, as he was naturally distrustful. "You have fun with me, right? I make you happy?"
Yes, he did …
The dispassionate method in which he received the news about Laken was interrupted by a breath that was too slow not to be deliberate. Blake had a domineering, Alpha-seeking way of competing with the rest of the world — Bella was his prize and he didn’t want Laken messing with her. “Tell you what …” he murmured, dragging a hand over his mouth and scowling. “If you see Laken before I do … tell him to drown his own fucking baby.” A new battle might’ve just ignited, and he was excited when he shouldn’t be.
Aly was leaning into the movements of his hand and he sensed her relax. The girl’s nerves always seemed to fluctuate around him. Women seemed to like physical contact; he wondered if he should hold her.
"You shouldn’t be. You can tell me anything."