Chapter 11 Kateřina
He is standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his pants pockets. Once again, he looks calm, as if nothing is happening.
“I asked you something!”
His eyes drop to my hand. “This belongs to me, sugar,” he says as a wicked smirk spreads across his lips.
I shake in fear. He prowls slowly toward me, his head tilted to the side, giving him a sinister look. What do I do now?
“Don’t come close,” I hiss, raising the knife into the air and threatening him.
He walks closer, fearlessly, until the blade grazes his throat. “Do it.”
“What?”
“My life is in your hands now.” His fingers slowly trace my bare thigh, going higher. “Do you feel the power, little rose?”
“You’re insane! You killed your brother!”
“And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I killed him with my own hands.” He leans closer, pressing the blade deeper into his throat. “I chopped off his head and buried it in my garden,” he says, his hand settling on my waist, gripping me tightly, causing a faint gasp to escape my lips.
“Why?” I breathe, unable to comprehend.
“Because his monstrous actions are what created the monster in me.” His fingers brush the ends of my hair, removing it from my face.
“Stay back!”
“Or what?”
My breathing rate increases, and I am shaking in fear. I can’t control it anymore. I need to go away. And I must do it now. Why can’t I just kill him?
Determined, I shove him and slap him hard. More violently than the other time. His jaw twitches, and his eyes darken with fury. He’s furious, and I know I’m doomed.
I try to flee, but his hand clamps tightly around my wrist. I raise the knife and slash his forearm until it bleeds. He doesn’t even scrunch his face. Fear grips me.
He grabs my face, immobilizing me, and tries to take the knife in his hand.
“You can’t hurt me, little rose.”
I battle to keep the blade, but he’s too strong. Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through my thigh.
“Ah!”
“You never cease to impress me,” he murmurs, almost in admiration.
“You are a monster,” I hiss through clenched teeth, my eyes betraying me as they fill with tears. “Let me go!”
“You’re mine, sweetheart. Whether you surrender or make me take you,” he growls, his voice low and possessive. “Every emotion of yours, every tear, every smile, belongs to me.”
“YOU fucking cut ME!”
“You should’ve let go.”
“Shut up!” I scream and yank myself in an attempt to break free. “Let me go!” I strike a powerful knee tackle to his crotch, causing him to gasp in pain.
Here it is. Here is my chance.
As he’s bent and in pain, I find my opportunity and bolt outside the bedroom. I have to hide. But where?
“Run as much as you want, Kate?ina. This is my territory,” he howls, his voice making my skin crawl. And just like that, the security system locks all the doors. Is it already midnight?
I need to act fast and competent. I need to be innovative. Smarter than him. I run towards the kitchen to grab another knife to protect myself. He said he didn’t want to kill me, but what about now?
“Come back to me, r??i?ko.” His voice sounds faded, as if I’ve moved farther away from him. I rush to the kitchen and yank at the drawers, searching for a knife. Damn it! They’re locked, too! Now what?!
“There you are!” he exclaims. He prowls slowly like a predator, taking off his leather belt and placing the knife between his teeth. His smirk … so dark. So sinister. How can someone so gorgeous look so twisted?
“What do you want?”
He locks his gaze on mine, holding the knife again. “You. All of you. And if I catch you, you’re mine.”
I swiftly turn my back and scramble away again. I don’t know where I’m heading to. I don’t know what I should do. I’m helpless. Desperate. Frustrated.
Then, I enter a room with a large pool table at its center and a bar with stools lined up in front of it.
Behind the bar …
Footsteps approach. Screw it! There’s not enough time.
Behind the pool table.
I tiptoe as quietly as I can and curl myself behind the table.
“Ring around the Rosie …” he sings hauntingly, making my skin crawl.
Jsem v prdeli … I am fucked …
The footsteps come closer, and I try to move farther around the table while staying crouched.
“Hello, little rose,” he growls right behind me, startling me.
He grabs me, hoists me up, and covers my mouth with his hand.
He pushes me against the pool table. I shake and tear up.
He swings me around and firmly binds my hands, securing them with his belt in one sharp motion.
His movements are both soft and commanding.
He places me down on the table, climbs on top of me, and raises my bound hands over my head.
He drives the knife through the belt and into the table, pinning me in place.
“Let me go!” I fight myself free.
“Shh,” he whispers, covering my mouth with his hand as he leans closer to me. “I’m not going to harm you, Kate?ina.”
“You already did!” I mumble, my voice muffled from his hand.
“Calm down.”
I try to do as he says. My breathing, shaken and fast, hammers his palm as my eyes fix on his. His hair falls loosely over his face, grazing my nose as he leans closer, trying to sync his breathing with mine.
Slowly, he takes his hand off my mouth.
“Why are you doing this?” I sob.
“Why did you attack me with the knife?”
“Because you’re a killer! You killed your brother!” I yell as a tear escapes my eye. “Why are you doing this to me?”
His fingers slowly trace my wounded thigh, wiping the blood that runs over it. “I am so sorry for this, little rose. You’re scared, I know. But coming close to death teaches you not to fear it.” He strokes my hair back. “It will make you understand.”
“Understand what?”
“The darkness.” He brushes his soft lips on my neck. “This fucked-up darkness that I know you want. I know you need this.” He slowly unbuttons my shirt, exposing my breasts as he keeps sucking the skin of my neck.
“Let me go,” I stutter. My lips keep talking, but my body tells another story.
I know I should be afraid. I know he’s a twisted psychopath. My mind knows I must stay away, but my body betrays me again. His darkness surrounds me, yet it doesn’t feel scary. Not the way he talks to me right now.
His tongue on my neck makes me weak. His hands on my thighs, pulling me closer to him, make me greedy. Weak for more. Eager for him.
He spreads my legs and traces his lips on my belly, going lower. My waist arches involuntarily towards him. He was right. I want this. I need this. As much as I am afraid of him, this is how much I also want him. What the hell is this feeling? Why does it feel so wrong yet so right?
His lips are close to the cut. I can feel his breath hammering against it, chilling the blood as it drips.
“This will always remind you,” he whispers as his fingers wipe the blood again. “You can fight it and run away, but in the end, I’ll always be there to catch you.”
His tongue traces the length of my wound. I hiss in pain as my body jerks in surprise, but his hands grip my hips and pin me back on the table. He doesn’t stop there. He drags his tongue higher between my thighs, reaching my underwear. I feel numb, incapable of refusing or resisting.
My breathing becomes shallow. Damn, I hate myself for enjoying it so much.
“Because you’re mine, Kate?ina,” he growls against me, stroking his tongue on my clit. “All mine.”
How can I …? Why does it feel so good?
He’s doing exactly what he said. He’s crossing the line and pushing my boundaries. He makes me doubt everything I knew until now, unaware of what’s right and wrong. All I want is him.
He pushes two fingers inside my core, eliciting a loud moan from my lips.
“That’s it. Let me hear your pretty voice screaming my name.” He licks the length of my pussy slowly, sucking his way higher. Oh, God …
My body jolts once again. I need to feel him so desperately. I need him inside me right now. I wrap my legs around his neck and pull him closer to me. I can feel his satisfaction soaring. He won. He has me right where he wants me.
I don’t care that he won. I don’t care that he is a murderer.
My body tenses, and my muscles tighten. My waist arches high again, pushing myself closer to him.
He rises above me, hovering as his fingers ram into me, making my legs tremble uncontrollably.
“Fuck, Kate?ina, you taste so good,” he growls, brushing his lips onto mine.
He doesn’t kiss me. Oh, how I want him to kiss me.
“It only makes me want to fuck you so violently that you will be begging me to stop.”
“T-Then do it,” I mumble, the words barely escaping my lips. Why did I say that? Why do I need it?
He groans in satisfaction, but he doesn’t talk. His fingers move faster in me, making me drip all over the pool table. My eyes roll back.
“You want me to fuck you?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes.”
I’m close.
“You want to feel my cock thrusting into your tight little pussy?” He traces his tongue lower and takes my hard nipple between his lips.
“Yes,” I groan loudly.
“Say it.” He rams me faster with his fingers.
“I …” My mind is blurry, and my ears are buzzing.
“I want to hear you saying it!”
“Fuck me, Cain!” I cry out as the climax surges through me, making my body shake uncontrollably.
He rises once again and looks at me in the eyes as a wicked smirk crosses his lips. What did I do?!
“I will do it, little rose.” He smirks, running his fingers over my lips, giving me a taste of myself. “I just wanted to hear you beg for it first.”
I hate him, but I hate myself more.
“I hate you!” I growl.
He chuckles, pulling the knife out of the table and releasing me.
“That will only make things more interesting between us.” He brushes the bridge of my nose playfully.
“Jdi do prdele!” Fuck off!
He grabs my throat, forcing me to look at him. “Go to your room, little rose. It’ll be dangerous to walk around this place at night. And don’t worry. I’ll lock your door for you.”