Page 2 of The Last Time You Break Me

He had caught me, in the dead quiet of the stilled night as I crept through the halls with the intent to get an insight into the madness that dwelled beneath my feet.

It was the first time I knew something dark hid within me. The first time I knew I wanted him as I wanted him now. So deeply I felt it pooling within me in my very apex as it gushed with the thought.

Leaving me wet, hot, and bothered.

Something broke in me that night.

The night he shut me down. Rejected me. When I became so lost to the blood that covered him and the lust that drove me that I threw myself at him.

It was the first time I ever thought to have snooped through the halls in curiosity, skulking like a predator within my own home.

That night I had only made it down to the third step, and then he was there.

Bled from the shadows like a demon of the night.

He was bloody then too. Wickedly depraved and rather frightful.

He had stolen my breath and made my body change. Just like it changed now.

It was the first time I had ever experienced lust and fear together and I came to the understanding that it was quite a lethal concoction.

Quite an addictive one too.

Because that was the night that I began to crave the fire.

The forbidden touch.

The immoral screams that would be torn from my throat until I was hoarse and my body was slack.

The dark and dirty fantasies plagued me. My heart betrayed me and my stomach joined my brothers, down in that abyss torturing our enemies with our father as I remembered all of my sinful thoughts.

Tonight though was no different from the others.

He had pinned me to the wall, hand around my throat as he pressed crimson lips to my ear and whispered, “Careful now, darling. The monster doesn’t return the soul after he ruins it. You need to head back to your room. Now.” The low-timbered vibration in his husky voice had chilled shivers skating down my spine and forced me to arch into him. My breasts pushed firmly into his hard chest, drawing his lethal attention as the buds, aroused and puckered, bled through the sheer fabric of my scarce nightgown.

My breathing grew heavy, and my eyes did too, thick with lust. I was half-baked, stoned on the scent of his intoxicating cologne and sweaty excretion from the brutality I knew he’d been down there handing out.

But I couldn’t stop myself.

From craving.

From needing to know.

From longing to see him in action.

My gaze flickered toward the doors, down into the darkness and a rough hand brought my face back to him. It forced me to peer into his eyes. Unwavered, I stood with a firm resolve, waiting for my punishment due to such disobedience. Such naughtiness. But it never came.

“Go to bed, Lara. There is nothing down there for you.” He asserted. It brokered no room for argument as that cold face ticked—hard jaw, feathered in frustration.

“How could you possibly know that?” I asked, deciding I’d taunt the devil he so referred to. “How do you know that isn’t my soulmate down there? Being tortured by the Wyelli brutes?” I smirked wickedly, the look taunting and aggravating as he tightened the grip on my jaw.

“Because your soulmate knows exactly where you are, love, and just who to kill should anyone else ever lay a hand on you.” The shadows danced across his gaze. It hid all emotion, all except a carnal kind of rage that had trepidation slicked to the back of my throat.

But as I said. I just couldn’t help myself.

“I doubt that, Bones.” I cleared my throat in order to hide my uneasy gulp. His narrowed eyes dropped low as they assessed every inch of me. “I think my soulmate is a coward. A big, scary man hiding like a scared little boy in the shadows. Watching me every night, stroking himself while I play with the aching clit he so easily neglects. Don’t you agree? Or whyelse would I still be so alone?” He thought that I didn’t know that late at night, while I arched my back and spread my legs moaning his name, that he was there. Standing in the shadows as he watched me get off, all while he did the same. How he thought I could easily miss the gleam in his eyes that shone like a cat, peering at me through the darkness, as they glowed like a demented entity ready to take my soul.

He could have it.

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