Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Azrael
Hiding in the shadows of the mansion, like a predator waiting to pounce, I watch her pause. Pure unadulterated fury ravishes my veins.
She wants to leave me.
She wants to take the one thing I hold dear and tear it from my miserable life. She’s the foundation of my existence, my very reason for breathing, and without her, I simply won’t want to exist. She’s my light.
The first opportunity she’s had and she’s ready to run.
She tiptoes down the corridor toward me, the very man she’s attempting to run from, and when she passes me without so much as a curious glance in my direction, I move, making no attempt to disguise my heavy footfalls behind her.
She stills, then darts toward the stairs, a squeal of fright filling the corridor, and with it, a flash of arousal courses through my body. Just the sound of her panic has me hard, and as I give chase, I’ve one thought in mind.
She’s never leaving me again.
Her screams bounce off the wall, and I remain silent as she stumbles on the stairs, almost falling down them in her blind panic. Is she really so desperate to escape that she’s willing to hurt herself?
She needs to be punished and reminded to never run again.
And I’m going to make sure she doesn’t.
As soon as she’s within reaching distance, I throw my arm out and wrap it around her waist. She screams like a banshee and lashes out, and I throw her over my shoulder, ignoring a stab of pain as I do.
“Fuck,” I grunt out.
“Azrael?” she cries out, kicking her arms and legs in each direction.
“Shut the fuck up, Little Slave. Save your fucking tears.”
I’m beyond pissed at her, and truth be told, I’m struggling to rein in the very little control I have where she is concerned.
Turning us, I head upstairs to her room.
“I-I’m sorry.”
My body tightens and my footing wavers, but I refuse to acknowledge her words, let alone accept them. She’s sorry she was caught, nothing more.
I stride on and kick open her door, causing her to scream, and I grit my teeth at the sound.
Then I drop her onto the bed, and the pain in my shoulder flashes down my arm. Her heaving chest and panicked gaze meets mine.
“A-Azrael?” She glances down at her fingers, and I’m unsurprised to see them coated in blood, horror dawning on her pretty little features. “I think I stabbed you.” Her chin wobbles.
I throw my head back on a sadistic chuckle that has her flinching.
She thinks she stabbed me?
Then I look toward my shoulder and the shard of glass protruding from my skin.
My little toy did indeed stab me.
With my eyes locked on hers, I smirk before pulling the glass from me, and she has the audacity to whimper.
“Tsk, tsk, Little Toy. You haven’t played very nice. Now it’s my turn to show you why Azrael never received any toys.” Her lips part, and I imagine stuffing them with my cock like I imagined in the office only minutes ago.
With a roar, I use the glass to cut my shirt from my body, sending the buttons flying across the room, and her eyes widen. Then, with blood spilling down my arm, I lean over her, dropping my fists to the mattress, caging her in on both sides.
Her startled eyes meet mine, and I stare through them with a feral need that’s beyond comprehension.
“I’m going to destroy you, Little Slave.”
She lifts her chin, shocking the shit out of me. “I deserve it,” she whispers, and I don’t know what I hate more, the sorrow in her eyes or the determination in them when she reached for the library door handle.
One thing’s for sure. I’m about to brand her for eternity.