Chapter 1 #2
I shake my head furiously, and Amirah watches me closely with her mossy-green eyes.
There’s not fear but curiosity beaming from her gaze.
I need to know her, to play with her. To go into the depths of who she really is behind her exterior.
Usually when I take someone, they cry. They kick and scream, but fear—it’s always lurking in their eyes.
She’s not afraid.
She’s pissed off, and it’s fucking sexy. I can’t let her go now. I need to know who she is.
Leaning down, I bring my nose to her neck. Her body stills. Her heart races against mine. She wants this—the way her body reacts to mine is electrifying. Magnetic. As though our souls are connected.
“I recognize you. Aren’t you Kai’s friend, Bear?”
She recognizes me? No one ever sees me. All the ville people see is Kai—I’m just the muscle. The other one. The crazy one. Why would someone like her see me?
“No,” I reply quickly. The irony of the one time someone does see me being the one time I wish they didn’t is not lost on me.
Her soft skin smells of grapefruit. I run my nose along her neck, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Fuck. She’s electrifying. The way her body reacts to mine, every curve molding into every part of me.
Does she know how close she is to death?
Doesn’t she know I’m a monster—and women like her don’t fuck men like me?
“Get off me,” she says, her voice breaking.
“You want me, princess. One taste and you’ll be hooked.” My words ring through the quiet room.
She shuffles on the bed, moving her hips. I give her a little room, and pain erupts in my balls. I fall sideways, my hands cupping my groin. She kicks me in the stomach, right over my wound. Pain radiates through my body. I taste it—the sick feeling that too much hurt can bring.
But she doesn’t know that I like it.
Before I can right myself, she rolls off the bed and runs, heading straight for her bathroom.
A full grin plays on my lips. Cheeky princess wants to play with me.
Punish her.
I will.
The bathroom door slams shut, followed by a click of the lock. My eyes roll—like a lock is going to stop me. The big bad wolf is going to knock it down, but I don’t want to damage her in the process.
When I cause her pain, I want to see it in her eyes.
Pressing my ear against the door, I hear her heavy breathing on the other side. I place my hand next to my head.
“Oh, princess, won’t you let me in? I just want to play with you. You’re making this big bad wolf very sad,” I whine, pushing out my bottom lip.
“You’re crazy. My brother will be in to check on me any moment now. Don’t you know who I am?” She bangs her fist against the door, the vibration rolling over my skin. “Leave now while you still can.”
I smile at her words. She cares about me. Aww.
“Stand back, princess. I’m going to blow this castle down.”
I retreat a step and wait a few seconds before my foot connects with the wood. Once, then twice. The door shakes but doesn’t budge. With one last kick, the door swings open, smashing against the wall with a heavy crack. Shit. Guards will hear that. I’m gonna have to hustle.
I step inside, my chest pumping heavily. There she is, standing in front of the mirror with a razor blade in her grip, blood dripping over her porcelain skin.
She stares at me, her eyes wild with hate and anger. My cock stirs. My lips tilt up as I step farther inside. She doesn’t cower; she holds her place. None of my captives have ever fought back like this. I think we’re in love.
“Let me leave and I won’t hurt you,” she says, and I laugh, my boot touching her bare foot. She doesn’t quiver, her fingers curling around the razor just an inch from my chest. A drop of blood runs down her fingers, and I want a taste. I bet she’s sweet.
“Aww, I won’t hurt you, princess.” I sigh, reaching out and tucking a piece of her wild black hair behind her ear. Her skin burns and she doesn’t pull away. “I’m going to take you with me. You’re going to be my new favorite toy. My prized possession.”
She swats away my hand, bringing the razor blade up to my throat. Her green eyes turn dark. The moths return to my stomach, fluttering their wings.
“I’m no one’s possession,” she growls.
Blood trickles down my neck the harder she pushes. I want to bleed for her, watch her run her tongue along my skin and taste every last drop. Would she?
We don’t need permission. We’d make her, and she’d love it.
The hair on my skin raises at the thought of her touching me like that.
We need to go now. We’re done waiting.
“Shut up!” I yell, squeezing my eyes shut before taking a heavy exhale, then opening them. She looks at me, frowning.
Before I take my next breath, I grab her wrist, twisting until she drops the blade. It falls onto the vanity next to her. Her sweet blood drips over her delicate skin—clean skin—painting her red. I lick my dry lips.
Just one taste. Then we can go.
She thrashes against me, trying to break free.
In one movement, I grab her waist, lift her up, and place her on the counter.
After snatching her wrist, I bring it to my lips, running my tongue over her palm, collecting every single drop.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. Sweet, tangy, and so divine.
She sucks in a breath. “Get the fuck off me!” she yells, then screams.
The high pitch bleeds into my skull. She needs to shut up. Now. Dropping her hand, I shake my head furiously, trying to stop the voice inside my head. Hurt her. Punish her. Or are you too weak?
It’s all too much. I need to get out of here. I need to release the hold the voices have on me.
“My brother and our guards will be back soon, and if he finds you here, you’re dead.
Just go, and I won’t say a word. Promise.
” She stares at me, her green eyes turning a softer shade, and for a moment, I believe her.
But that’s silly of me. Words are mere distractions; she doesn’t mean what she said. The second he’s back, she’ll talk.
She’s mine now, and I won’t be leaving without her.