The chair creaks beneath me as I lean close enough to smell her sweet shampoo. “Want him to end up like Jax?” She knows I don’t make idle threats.
She lurches backwards. “Zain,” she warns in a low, whispering undercurrent, but her voice lacks conviction.
“Hmm?” I hum, dissecting her. I scan her features, fitting her to memory. Gonna be the last night I can devour her purity before she’s spoiled and fractured. The thought angers me. My fingers drop from her hair and pinch her jaw roughly. Her mouth opens, showing those pearly whites. Such a beautiful creature.
She snaps her head away. “People are gawking. Stop,” she hisses. Her nostrils flare in defiance.
I lean forward. “Think I give a fuck? You belong to me.”
She sucks her bottom lip until it’s white and swollen but doesn’t deny it. She can’t. She’s just as addicted to this fucked-up game we play. Violent thoughts start creeping forward.
Bite her.
Drawn blood.
Taste her sweet nectar.
Yours.
My eye twitches.
I slam my fist into the side of my head.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
That same pitiful expression fits her face.
Fuck that.
“Hey…it’s okay,” she murmurs. She reaches out to touch me, but I snatch her wrist painfully before she can. Bruises bloom from my tight grip.
Can’t stop. Won’t let her get close. Can’t afford to.
She whimpers from my vicelike grip, and all it does is turn me on. I clench my jaw. My chest heaves.Gotta keep it together. My heart races in my chest. I’m closer than I’ve ever been to allowing anyone into my fucked-up labyrinth.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me, Vesper,” I growl with ferocity. I release my iron grip on her wrist, but she remains frozen; a fuckin’ statue. She’s such a fragile thing, so easily brought to heel.
I push my chair back and get to my feet before I do something stupid. The room falls silent. “I’ll pick you up tonight. Dress nice,” I say sharply.
She nods quickly, knowing not to defy me.
***
Tonight. Time to get vengeance. Time to end this.
“Keep Clara busy,” I bark at Kieran.
I shove a few items in my duffel bag. Kieran leans against the door frame, watching me with renewed interest now that Clara is mentioned. Knew there was something there no matter how much he tries to tell me she was just a fuck.
“The bitch wants nothin’ to do with me. How do you propose I do that?” he chuffs from the doorway.
I jam black nylon rope into the bag before turning my head in his direction. Not in the mood to babysit Kieran and his half-ass rookie mistakes. Guy never thinks about the repercussions of his actions. I need my full attention tonight. “Fuck, Kieran. Think with your cock like you always do. Nothin’ new for you. The bitch is a whore. Should be simple.”
I return my focus on the task at hand, jamming a set of clothes on top of my questionable items.
“Fuck you, asshole. Watch your damn mouth,” he threatens.
Love getting him riled up. Most of the time he’s too busy drowning in cunt to react to my jabs. I snigger. “Just sayin’.” I shrug.
