Pride and ego

KING ARLO'S POV

Killing her was out of the question but I would have if I could endure losing her. Getting me all riled up like that back there – she deserved death and more.

Any other person, I would have throttled the last fucking air out of the person. But it was her. Dammit, it was her!

So I was trying, I was fucking trying to wind it down. But I couldn't. She went too damn far. She should have known better than to push my buttons that hard.

"Arlo…" she was struggling in my grip, fighting for some air.

I covered her mouth again, sucking her down to her throat, stealing every chance of breaking free from me.

Her fists jammed my chest repeatedly, and her legs were squirming. It was all her futile attempt to catch some air. Still, I didn't let her go. Suffocating her was a maniac move, but I was as much a maniac when riled up.

My anger morphed into a frustrating and unruly passion and slowly, I released her lips. She took in short, sharp breaths, and her eyes were moistened with tea