Favorite Sin 146Lyra

“Stop smirking.” I snapped, my whole body trembling as I shoved myself up on the bed, my hands flying everywhere because I could not keep them still.

“There is nothing to smirk about, Damon. Nothing. I asked you questions. Real questions. Questions that mattered. And what did you do? Did you answer me? Did you give me even the smallest piece of honesty? No! You carried me on your damn shoulder like I was some object you could drag around whenever you feel like

it.
“And now you think you can stand there smirking at me like you are in control? No. You do not get to do that. Not with me.”

“Do you want to know why I did that, kitten? Why I carried you on my shoulder in front of everyone? Because you talk too much. Too much sometimes. And the truth is, I do not want to get pissed at you.

“Because believe me, you have not seen me pissed ever since you have known me. You think you have seen my temper, you think you have seen me lose control, but you have no idea what I am holding back when it comes to you.”

My chest was rising and falling so fast it hurt, and I shot up from the bed, my hands flying everywhere, my words spilling out so fast I could barely breathe.