If anyone can turn it into a torture method, it's fuckingme.Whetherhe'lladmit it or not, Eamon wants to fuck me so badly it's turning him reckless, and that's something I can use to my advantage.
I let the tears fall, let them turn into a furious tidal wave. Let my feelings have me, just for today. And I'll start the repayment for all this bullshit tomorrow.
I Don't Care
Eamon
Drinking Isla's blood and finger-fucking her until she cried was definitely a terrible idea.
But I can't really bring myself to give a shit.
She was acting like a brat, snooping where she didn't belong. And on top of that, she was doing it in those tiny little pajamas that make me fucking stupid.
The second I saw her bent over the desk, staring at one of the monitors, roaring started between my ears. A mix of anger and undeniable lust at the tiny sliver of ass cheek hanging out the bottom of her shorts, so plump and round I almost took a bite out of that instead of her neck.
And the way her blood tasted was unlike anything I've ever known. I've fed from my share of people over the years, and no one has ever tasted like they were made just for me. Like every drop was crafted to be my own sick version of paradise. The closest I'll get to it.
Of course, it pumps inside the one person on this earth that is a walking hell to me.
She's been uncharacteristically quiet and obedient since it happened. Eating, training, working without any complaints— or any words at all, really. I know I should be happy with this change in attitude, but honestly, it scares the hell out of me. She's not one to give up that easily. I know it's just a matter of time before she lashes out, and I've given her an entire room full of weapons to do so.
"You're still just trying to punch the dummy; you need to try to punch through it," I correct her, willing my racing thoughts to quiet long enough for me to focus.
She nods, trying again. Better, but not quite right. She's not in this fight. Just going through the motions. "Harder, Isla. You're strong enough to knock this thing over and you're not even trying."
Her eyes flick to mine for only a second before she tries again. The dummy wobbles but remains upright.
"Try a kick."
Her form is nearly perfect, but she's pulling back instead of following through. "You're not going to hurt it. It's a dummy. Come on."
She mutters something to herself before trying again, infinitely harder, rocking the dummy until I correct it to keep it from tipping over.
"Again."
She kicks again, followed by punches. Over and over until sweat glistens down her skin, sparkling in the bright light and drawing my attention away from the technique altogether.
"This is pointless," she pants after a few minutes.
My brows scrunch, "What do you mean? You're getting better."
"Yeah, but this," she gestures at it, "isn't what fighting is going to be like. No one is just going to stand still while I hit them."
"Well, yeah, but this is just about learninghowto hit.Whereto hit. Learning to throw punches without injuring yourself."
"I know all that," annoyance colors her tone. "But it should at least be a moving target so I can learn how to watch for and anticipate movement instead of only knowing how to hit something completely stationary."
"Isla," I tease. "Are you just looking for an excuse to hit me?"
Her eyes narrow, "No, but if you're offering, I wouldmuchrather punch and kick you."
"Let's go, then." I lift the dummy and move it a few feet out of our way, anticipation lighting up across my body. If Isla wants to hit me, hell yeah, I'm gonna let her. "I don't have hand pads or anything for you to hit, so you're just aiming wherever you can to hurt me, got it?"
"Absolutely." The first smile I've seen in days brightens her face, a sardonic pleasure filling her at the prospect of causing me harm. It doesn't matter that she can't really hurt me; we're both going to thoroughly enjoy how much she'll try.
I smile back, holding my hands up and gesturing for her to start.
And she fucking does. One punch, already harder than anything she's thrown before, comes right for my face. I manage to swat it away, moving out of its path with ease. She doesn't slow down, another punch aiming for my jaw, and I dodge it again.
