Page 67 of Dark Souls

He smirked, liking my attitude and just that sinful twinkle in his eyes commanded the orgasm from me and I broke apart beneath him. Our foreheads pressed together, noses brushing and lips parted as I tried to come down from that high.

“Give me a taste, at least,” he husked. In a final attempt to make him suffer, I lifted my fingers towards his parted lips and just as he was about to suck them clean, I did it myself instead.

He closed his eyes, his expression pained as he groaned,“???? ????? ????.”

My heart fluttered at the foreign words that left his lips. The accent was so perfect; it was clearly his native language. But I had no idea what language it was. European? Possibly Russian? Whatever he said, it was hot as fuck.

“What does that mean?” I panted, feeling more aroused than I thought was possible after an orgasm.

“My eternal torture,” he husked, brushing his lips against mine.

Fucking swoon.My heart was doomed.

“What language was that? Where are you from?” I asked, feeling excitement that I was finally learning something real about him. But as the words left my lips, I felt him withdrawing, pulling back from me. I grabbed his face in my hands, forcing him to stay with me at the moment for a little longer. “Just be real with me. Please. Give me something. Your name? Tell me your name.”

He inched back with a blank look on his face, retreating from my hands. The moment was gone. The intimacy, the connection I’d felt, was gone. He was back to wearing that cold, emotionless mask of The Dealer.

“You already know too much. It’s best if you don’t know. I’m doing this for your own good. You need to leave. You need to forget me. I can never be real for you. I’m barely even alive.” He stood up straight, walking over to the bar and pouring another drink in a glass this time.

The prickling sensation that always came with the frustration at being told no caused me to hiss at him through my fangs as I jumped out of the chair. “You know what… fuck you. You don’t want to be with me. I get it. But pushing me away will only send me deeper into the arms of another. Because Heath does want me. He’s obsessed with me! So much so that he’s been stalking me for weeks. So you are right, I might never have to see you again but that doesn’t mean I am going to stay away from him.”

A ferocious roar shook the room as he sent his glass flying, smashing it against the wall.

“Keep fucking pushing me, Ilaria, and you will see me snap! Do you think this is fun for me? That I’m doing this because I don’t want you? Of course, I fucking want you. More than I want to breathe. But you have no idea what you are involving yourself in!” he bellowed, finally losing his temper. I smiled. This passion, this fire, I’d hold on to it. Chase it. Because it was so much better than the cold, emotionless persona he otherwise gave me. “This is dangerous. If you value your life, you need to stay the fuck away. Why are you fucking smiling?”

“Maybe I like danger. Maybe I am exactly where I belong. With you, in the darkness.”

“You think you can live in my world? You wouldn’t last a day.”

“Is that a bet?”

“This is ridiculous. For the millionth time, go home!” He was turning red now to match his hair and my smile widened. “You really want to play, love? You really think you can handle who I am? Who Heathen is?”

He stormed towards me and grabbed my handbag. I fought it back from him but he was too damn fast and had already grabbed the membership card. Taking it over to a device on the table, he scanned it into the reader just like the girl had on arrival. The image of that fae, Tamara Rosen, appeared and he threw his head back and let out a dark, vicious laugh, then fixed those fiery eyes on me once again. He turned the screen around, showing me her profile.

“You want to know how Heathen got this card? How he managed to give it to you?”

I swallowed, not liking the crazy in his eyes. I’d pushed him too far, too soon.

“He murdered her, Ilaria. Your beloved Heathen killed her in cold blood. And do you want to know what her crime was? Why she was no longer allowed to live?”

I stared blankly at him, watching the darkness inside him come to the surface, which sent chills across my skin. “No, but you’re going to tell me, anyway.”

“Because of me.” He held my gaze, stepping closer with the profile raised to my face. “Look at her face. She died because she pissed off the wrong man. I let her suck my dick and she didn’t satisfy me. She made a terrible choice. Her desire for me clouded her sanity, and it cost her her life. You don’t want to end up like her, do you? Do you want to end up as a beautiful tragedy, Ilaria?”

Unshed tears burned at the back of my eyes as I stared into his, refusing to believe it. “You wouldn’t hurt me. Heathen would never hurt me, either.”

“Are you sure about that? Willing to bet your life on it? What do they say about me out there? I know you would have heard the rumours tonight. Tell me. What do they say?”

I searched those scarlet irises with desperation. Looking for any sign of remorse for that girl’s life. But there was none. He really was cruel.

“And there it is.” He dropped the device on the table, the clatter echoing around the room as he held my gaze. “She finally sees it. The true beast within.”

“You’re right.” I choked on my own emotions as he straightened his spine, bracing himself for my next words. “I do deserve better.”

I snatched my bag from his hand and disappeared behind a swirl of black smoke, only to appear next to my uncle’s parked car. Sienna and Raiden were in the middle of an argument when they noticed me and came running over.

Raiden tugged me into his chest, squeezing me hard and for the first time in a long time, I welcomed the embrace. It was what I needed as the pain in my heart at leaving my soulmate behind became unbearable.

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