Anger oozed from his every pore. Anger fueled his desire to attack. His heart had been wounded, abandoned, and bruised. He refused to be hurt again. He would strike back. She would pay for making him feel.
She lay there in the near-darkness, so beautiful, vulnerable, and serene. He stood over her, the anger seething thoughout his soul. There she slumbered, in the very bed where they had made love, and unwillingly, he remembered. The memories assaulted him, one by one, and for just a moment, tenderness made him pause.
He slid a caress across her cheek as a smile came to his eyes. The very hand that had softly stroked her skin was now pressed hard against her mouth. Blue eyes popped open as recognition caused her body to tense. "There's no escape," came his brutal hiss.
She twisted, struggling in his embrace, but she was no match for his fury. Anger was stronger than the both of them. In the darkness of night, he took what he thought he'd never have. She became the victim of him, while he became the victim of his own torment.
As her tears stained her pale cheeks, he realized what he had done. His demons were gone now, leaving him alone with nothing more than his own scarred heart. In one brutal act, he had destroyed his own destiny.