Page 24 of The Price Of Possession

He remains unmoved in front of me. Slowly, my gaze skims up his frame. He’s a disheveled mess, too. Loose jeans curve over his bulky frame. His obsidian boxy blazer wraps around his torso like a glove, layering over his gray sweatshirt. Both are snug and revealing every inch of his muscular frame. The crazed look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. The same eyes of a lost soul. Someone grappling with their own internal trauma. What that is, I don't know.

The anger melts away momentarily, replaced by commiseration. His monsters are consuming him whole. Just like mine. He threatens to pull me to his depths of uncertainty.

His gaze burns into me. I can't decipher his thoughts, though I want to. Why? I don't know. Clearly I'm losing brain cells being isolated like this. What other social explanation would there be?

“Why am I here?” I finally ask. Maybe I scratch the surface of Kieran. If anything it'll keep me alive another day. I’m still clueless if he's here to fuck me or kill me. Better to assume the worst.

A half smirk builds over his face. He crouches to my level. He drags his eyes over my body in a manic intensity that rocks my core. He reaches out and for a second I think he may actually be tender. Instead, he cups my pussy, making me straighten on my knees. I wince. My clit is still sore thanks to him.

“I want to use you. I want to own you. I want your complete submission. You're an anomaly, sweetheart.” His face tightens. “One I can’t fucking stand,” he spews. Despite his cruel words, his diamond eyes are enticing. They sparkle in the filtered light. So, I do exactly what Mama would tell me to do. I smash my lips against his.

Immediately, it backfires. My lips tingle.

He rears back, pushing me away with the heel of his hand. The loss leaves me feeling strangely empty. His brows knit in confusion and disgust like he's been slapped. His eyes triangle over my face. We exchange glances in silence. The room feels electrified. Just when I think he's going to kiss me back, he rises to his feet.

His eyelids shroud over the top of his irises making him look sinister. I shuffle backward toward the wall. He's in there, dormant. His watchful gaze follows my subtle movements. My insides are burning alive. I'm a raging inferno, meanwhile he's the match waiting to ignite me. Did I go too far? Something tells me he is immune to my advances. I never was good at manipulation.

“You wanna play with fire? You're gonna get burned.” he twists a strand of my dirty strands.

A threat? A promise? I'm petrified to find out.

A seductive siren. Nah, I won't fall for her tricks. Her once shiny blonde hair is now stained and caked with grime. Her milky glowing skin is dirty and tarnished. It should be easy to dispose of her. She means nothing. A worthless, broken doll, one I use for my own selfish needs. That's it.

Even as the words echo through my psyche, I know I'm full of shit. She's hollow and empty, so fragile and breakable and I cling to it like a lifeline. I want to watch the pieces of her shatter at my feet. Her vacant expression peers into my soul, attempting to unlock my inner sanctum. I hate how she crawls under my skin. I advance on her. She rears back, flitching. I thread my fingers through her loose strands, almost tenderly. All an illusion. I wrench her forward and force her lips on mine. I'm not gentle. Fuck, I don’t even like kissing, but her lips are sin, sorrow, and darkness wrapped into a Goddamn bow. I massage her tongue with my piercing, then she bites me.

So vicious.

I grunt, refusing to relent. The tang of my blood mixes with her saliva.

Her long nails dig into my shoulder. I kiss her harder, punishing her, punishing myself. Her salty tears crush against my cheek. I pull back, breathless. Blood coats her mouth, lips and tongue like a damn crime scene. Her eyes are puffy, swollen, and red. Those sinful ocean depths are calling out for mercy.

Nah, sorry baby. You'll get none from me. I focus on her

destruction and downfall. Gotta keep my head on straight.

I undo my belt. The metal clanks in the echoing chamber. Her eyes flash to mine. I smirk, baring my bloody teeth like a cruel bastard.

“Get ready for it, Nightshade. Gentle isn't in my vocabulary.”

She grimaces. “You're fucked up. You need help.” She inches to

her feet. I unzip my jeans. A dark rumbling timbre leaves my throat. “You’ve got no idea.” A flicker of afternoon sunlight shimmers

over her face before clouded umbral darkness shrouds the room.

The sun falls behind gray clouds, casting us in somberness.

“I won’t fuck you,” she spits venom.

I chuckle. My fingers thread through my curls. She's a horrible liar. “As if you have a choice. Your destruction is my salvation.” I lick my lips, tasting our mixed fluids. If I want to fuck her, nothing is stopping me. Nah, I want her to beg for me. She needs me the same way I need her. We're a volatile mix together, but no less addicting.

Her chest undulates and her pupils dilate. Her pulse races and the sweet scent of her arousal fills the air. Even through the metallic darkness, I see her.

I titter, breathing her in. “You're such a needy thing.” I emphasize each word through my teeth.

My dark hunger takes over, and I knock her to her knees again. I should do what I came to do. Return her to the Void and let them break her down, except the urge to use her like a savage beast takes over. She's my plaything. The idea of sharing her with those deranged mother fuckers lights a fire within me.

Like you're any better, Kieran. Worse, in fact.