What Doesn't Destroy Us (The Devil's Dust #1)(68)

“Don’t push me, Dani,” Shadow says, grimly.

“Fuck you!” I yell, grabbing my cereal bowl and stomping back to the room. Fuck him. Fuck him and his arrogant ways. Fuck me for falling in love with him, even when I was warned.

I eat my cereal then lay down looking out the window; people who live normal lives walking the streets. Families, laughing and smiling, walk together. I hate them all.

I wake up with my head pounding from all the sleep. Sitting up in bed, I see a black box with a red bow attached to it at the end of the bed. I grab the box and open it up.

“What the...”? I ask myself out loud.

It’s a Kindle Fire. What the hell was he getting at? Treat me like shit, then reward me with gifts? I love it, but he isn't going to know that.

I look at the clock and see it's 6:30pm. All I have had is cereal and I'm starving for some actual comfort food. I toss the Kindle on the end of the bed and go in search of food, still in just a t-shirt and panties.

Shadow is watching a movie instead of playing video games. I glare at him and walk into the kitchen.

I grab some angel hair pasta and pull some meat from the fridge. I look in the cabinets and find some pasta sauce; spaghetti it is.

After about an hour of cooking and burning myself with boiling pasta sauce, dinner is done. I have watched enough cooking shows, being locked down in my house in New York, to pick up some tips and I have to say my sauce is tasting pretty yummy tonight. I start throwing some spaghetti in a bowl when Shadow enters the kitchen.

“Hmm,” he says, dipping his finger in the sauce.

He opens the freezer and pulls out a tub of chocolate ice cream, grabs a spoon from the drainer and flips the lid with his thumb onto the floor.

“Yeah, I think I’ll just eat this,” he says, snidely. My eyes bug out and my mouth drops open in disbelief, did he just dis' my cooking?

My face turns into a scowl as my blood begins to boil hotter than my pasta sauce.

“Damn this shit is thick. Dani, grab me a beer,” Shadow demands as he spoons another scoop of ice cream.

I bite my cheek and nod my head. I'm so pissed I can’t even see straight. I open the fridge and grab a beer bottle by the neck. “You want a beer, huh?” I say coyly. “Here, have a f*cking beer!” I throw the beer bottle at him. Shadow ducks just as the bottle collides with the wall and shatters into a million pieces.

“What the f*ck?” Shadow hollers, looking at the wall of glass and beer. “I’ll eat the f*cking spaghetti.”

“Oh here, let me get that for you, too.” I grab the bowl of hot spaghetti and throw it at him as well, spilling some on the counter. He ducks again, just in time, as the bowl and noodles join the beer and glass on the wall.

“You f*cking crazy bitch!” Shadow yells as he drops the ice cream and makes his way toward me.

“Fuck you, I’m not someone you can just walk all over,” I yell back at him, angry that he is right. I am acting crazy, but he did this to me; he made me crazy.

Our eyes of blazing blue and venomous green meet; souls of abuse and torment meeting in a ring of fire. Shadow grabs the nape of my neck harshly, pulling me closer. I bring my hand back and slap him across the face, his tongue snakes out and licks his bottom lip.

Our eyes locking once more, anger floods our judgment. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back. His body is screaming alpha and his temper flares like a beast.

Without warning our mouths crash together in need. Shadow grabs me by the thighs and slams me on top of the counter. Spaghetti and sauce go flying all over us and the counter. Shadow nips my bottom lip as his hands dive into my hair. Pulling my head to the side, he licks and nibbles some sauce from my neck.

“God, I f*cking love your temper,” he whispers against my skin. He thrusts his hips into my hypersensitive folds causing me to grind against him for friction. He slides his hands up my shirt and grabs my breast greedily. I grab at his bare back to pull him closer. My body is begging for more as he kisses me. Our lips those of anger and passion. He tastes of chocolate and sin; together becoming an addiction on its own. He bites my bottom lip harshly, causing me to moan. My pain becoming my pleasure. I lock my legs around his waist and return the bite on toned pecks. He moans and grabs my head back to look into his stormy eyes.

“Is everything okay?” Doc asks, coming in the front door as it opens.

“What the f*ck happened to the wall?” Bobby asks, walking in behind her.

My eyes snap to Shadow's; his face of lust and anger replaced with something unreadable. He pulls away leaving me cold and confused. I slide off the counter of spaghetti and see Doc and Bobby confused and staring. Shadow grabs his cut off the chair and walks out, slamming the door behind him.





I woke up yesterday pissed at myself; pissed I have let myself become so weak, pissed that I've allowed Dani to have this kind of control over me, pissed at myself for loving her. I'm also pissed I almost let her get killed because I didn’t take that junkie of a mother seriously.

I lost control when she was taken; lost control with the thought of her on Charlie's bike. She is right, I am trying to push her away. I am trying to protect her from the beast that I am. But, I can’t let her go, my body is addicted to her. I live and breathe Dani. When I think about her not being with me, I feel hopeless. She has shown me a light; she is the heaven to my hell.