Page 16 of Vows From Hell

A sly grin tugged on the corner of my lips.

I actually managed to force his hand.

He’d been coming by the bedroom door all the time, leaving food for me. He either forgot, or it was another mind game, but the door had a key on the inside, hence how I was able to lock myself in.

I didn’t speak to him, no matter how much he wanted me to.

He promised he’d tell me everything soon, but I couldn’t allow myself to fall for his cheap tricks.

There was a lot of frustration in his voice. He tried to mask it, and be the usual stoic self, but his voice cracked more often than not. It gave me a sense of satisfaction I never thought was possible.

Secretly, I was grinning the whole time as he asked me repeatedly to open the door.

And that was how I was able to start my plan.

Over the time we spent apart, I fantasized about how I’d act once he was within my reach again. There were too many brilliant ideas that popped up, but one stood out.

A while ago, I was thinking about getting a dog. I always loved big, dangerous dog breeds, so I read books and articles about how to tame them.

And the similarities in behavior were too great for me to ignore.

At the time, it could’ve been my delusion, my desire to meet him again. But now that I was finally with him, I couldn’t ignore the golden opportunity.

It was time for me to tame the mad dog, put a collar on him, and ensure he could never escape from me.

After all, it was his fault.

Everything was his fault.

I never would’ve indulged in the dark and twisted, almost sadistic fantasies. They were just that — fantasies. They served as a way for me to be creative in my writing. Never in a million years would I have thought that the things I was writing about would become my reality.

And I loved it.

His cold approach, dominant aura, and unwavering eyes brought out a monster. The monster that was supposed to be asleep for as long as I was alive.

With a sigh, I unlocked the door.

Micah was sitting on the cold floor, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

I crouched down and put my chin on my knees, a mere inch away from his face. I couldn’t stop staring at the beauty in front of me.

Thick lashes, plump lips.

His heartbeat was steady, as he was asleep on the floor outside of my door. He was patiently waiting for my response, and this was it.

With a soft touch, I brushed a fallen strand of his hair off his forehead, revealing the entirety of his gorgeous face.

“Now, what should I do with you?”

Before I could stop myself, my fingertips traced along his jaw. His brow furrowed again before relaxing, and I didn’t stop the movements. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at the sight of his peaceful face, the softness of his skin under my touch.

My voice was barely above a whisper, but his eyes twitched. He was still soundly asleep, but he sensed I was there.

Or so I thought.

As his eyes opened, my heart fluttered. He blinked the sleep away, but didn’t move from his position. Instead, he smiled brightly. There wasn’t anything dangerous in his eyes, just pure bliss that he saw me by his side.

Let the taming of a wild beast begin.

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