Page 27 of Dark Desire
“What are you doing?” I asked, frowning deeply at the distance he’d put between us. I was feeling increasingly self-conscious as I forced my legs together.
“I’ll be the one asking the questions,” he said with dark intent. I swallowed the fear and panic that was rising. When he wasn’t seducing me, this man was downright terrifying.
“Okay,” I replied. Clearly, it was best to go along with whatever this was and try not to anger him. I kept reminding myself that he wouldn’t hurt me. He couldn’t because my magic would stop him. Talking of magic… I suddenly realised I felt no connection to mine. What the…
My head snapped back to glare at the handcuffs. Fucking asshole.
“Are these magic restricting handcuffs?” I shouted, fury lacing my tone.
He stared at me. Silently. I glared back. “I thought I told you I’ll be the one asking the questions.”
I dropped my head back on the pillow and laughed because I was such a fucking idiot. I’d never been without my powers before, and it put me on edge. The balance had tilted and toppled over. He had all the power and I had none.
Stupid, stupid vagina.I am never listening to you again.You make terrible decisions.
“Fire away, psycho,” I spat because I had no other choice but to play his game.
“Why did you do it?” he growled. I didn’t think his voice could drop any lower, but it had. My heart raced as I stared at the intimidating mask.
“Why did I do what?”
“Don’t play games with me, witch. You know why I am here.”
“To kill me.”
“Yes. But I want to know why you did it. Why did you go against them and save a demon only to cast an entrapment curse?”
“I can’t tell you why.”
“Wrong answer,” he gritted through clenched teeth and pulled a small but extremely sharp-looking dagger from his boot. He twisted it in his hand, allowing the silver to glint through the dark. My pulse spiked, even though it had to be an empty threat. He wasn’t intending to use it. Not tonight, or he wouldn’t be in here.
“I can’t tell you why because I don’t know myself. I just knew I had to stop it. I felt…something indescribable, and I just knew…I had to stop it.”
“You went against fate for a reason you don’t even understand,” he questioned, suddenly leaning forward on his knees and glaring at me.
“I went against fate because it felt like the right thing to do at that moment. And I’ll pay the consequences of my actions. I will. I know I fucked up. I’ll let you kill me but just…not yet. Please.”
He leaned back into the chair and tilted his head. “I like hearing you beg. Sounds so fucking pretty from your lips.”
And just like that. Arousal replaced fear. Gods, my body’s reaction to this man was like a yo-yo.
His eyes tracked the movement of my thighs as they rubbed together to provide a little friction that was nowhere near satisfying enough. It just added to the torture.
He threw his head back, stared up at the ceiling and groaned. The tanned skin of his thick neck became visible and when I saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, my pussy throbbed even more. My gods, why was I so turned on by this seeker? I had no idea who he was.
Suddenly, he stood up and, faster than my eyes could track, he blurred across the room and was on top of me.Definitely a vampire then.I gasped when I felt the cold blade pressed against my throat and those green eyes hovered above me so close that the pointed nose of the mask brushed against the tip of mine.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat right now?”
His gigantic form loomed over me as my chest rose and fell rapidly, causing my large tits to graze against his chest on every rise. The contact made me foggy with lust and I knew I was failing to hide my desire for him. But so was he.
“Because…you want me.”
“I don’t fucking want you,” he hissed with so much fury in his tone that I was momentarily shocked. As I stared into his eyes, I saw the pure hatred he had for me battling with his own desire. He was obviously a very loyal seeker to The Fates and hated me for betraying my oath. But he was insanely tempted by me, too. So much so that he hadn’t killed me yet and he had every opportunity to.
“You want to fuck me,” I stated. “Or you would have killed me last night but instead I ended up with your cock in my mouth.” His eyes narrowed and he pressed the blade against my throat a little harder. I lifted my chin but maintained his eye contact. “Give me three days,” I found myself saying. “Three more days to live. And then you can kill me.”
“Why the fuck should I give you anything?” he hissed, pressing the forehead of his mask into mine.
