Page 150 of Crave Me

I gritted my teeth as he leaned in and breathed me in.

Big arrogant mistake.

I smashed my head into his face.

Blood exploded as the brutal impact shattered his nose.

As he reeled from that, I kicked him off me, pushed to my feet, then hauled him back toward the opening we’d come in through.

“You failed to break me. It was an illusion. And nothing can come between Caspian and those he loves. You’re a fool. A sadistic piece of shit. And tonight you die at the hands of those you’ve wronged.”

I pulled my knife and spun it in my hand.

“It wasn’t all an illusion. You were there with me in certain moments. I saw it.”

“And those moments will be erased soon enough,” I growled as I fisted his hair, then jerked him toward me, bringing my knife down.

His hand shot out at the last second before it plunged into his throat.

I grunted and pushed harder, but he held fast, his muscles bunching, all those steroids working to the max.

He smashed his fist into my face, blowing me back onto my ass.

Scrambling up quickly, he wrenched me around onto my stomach, then straddled my back. I cursed as he shoved his hand under me and palmed my cock. Fisting my hair and yanking my head toward him, he leaned in and breathed at my ear, “When I’m clear, I’ll come for you. I’ll finish the job I started and make you mine wholly. With my know-how and experience and your security networking skills, we’ll be unstoppable. Forget King, we’ll take everything, run right over everything and everyone.”

“You’re delusional.” And he also had extreme delusions of grandeur to go along with that.

He tugged at my hair making me hiss. “You’ll see. By the time I’m through with you, all you’ll see is me. And then, when you’re right there with me, I’ll drag King in on his knees and watch in utter rapture as I have you kill the man you love.”

I snarled, thrashing beneath him.

A sharp pain tore through my left arm, stilling my efforts.

It was only temporary before I was able to get a handle on it, but it was all he needed to push off me and make a fucking run for it.

I forced myself onto my side and ripped out the blade, the fucker having stabbed me with my own knife.

And then I spun it in my hand and bolted after him, staggering in my step a little as shock from the wound he’d inflicted tried to get the best of me.

Not happening.

I wasn’t stopping.

No matter what.

As he rushed down a hallway, I saw him snatch a metal case off one of the shelving units.

I was almost upon him when he burst through another door, entering the front of the factory.

It only took me seconds to follow after him.

I sprinted into chaos, the battle still raging all around, and I had to dodge bodies and all the combat taking place, which Elijah was using to his advantage.

I saw him push out of the building headed for the brush.

No. He wasn’t disappearing on us.

No fucking way.

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