Page 27 of Nemesync
“What are you doing here?”
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it before taking a long drag. “I came to smoke. What about you?”
His tone caught me off guard; it was less threatening than I was used to with him. So, I replied politely, “I needed some fresh air.”
“Aren’t you scared to be alone with me in a dark, deserted parking lot?” he teased, the smoke curling around his words as he exhaled, enveloping us both in.
I leaned closer, our faces only inches apart, the smoke creating a veil between us. “Why should I be? Last time I was alone with you and had a knife, I spilled your blood on the ground, Volkov.”
He chuckled softly, amusement filling his eyes as he glanced at my weapon. “If you want to kill me, I think you’ll need a bigger one,Milaya.”
I arched an eyebrow and plucked the cigarette from his lips, crushing it under my heels. “I have a whole arsenal in my room just for you, don’t worry.”
His smirk widened, his eyes trailing every inch of my being, from head to toe. “I’m looking forward to it.”
A pause.
He just tapped his fingers on his jaw ten times, never breaking his gaze from mine. I leaned against the wall behind me at the same moment. He stood tall in front of me, remarkably close, his body heat offered a strange comfort.
What’s wrong with me? And why were the voices suddenly silent?
“So, you know Zaidan?” he asked in a tone that suited him more, low, raspy, anddangerous. His green eyes bore into mine, while he slipped a new cigarette between his smiling lips as if he was challenging me to crush this fresh one on the ground again. Without breaking eye contact, he handed me his lighter, silently asking me to ignite the cigarette.
I lit his stick, the flame dancing in his eyes.
The Devil in all his glory.
“No, I didn’t know him before today,” I said, trying to keep my breathing steady even if I wanted to melt under his stare.
Why was my body not horrified from the proximity?
He smiled coldly. “Oh, myLittle nightmare... Tell me, what did he want from you?”
It was so hard to focus on his words when he was inching closer. But I managed to answer, “He wants to marry me.”
Elijah took another deep drag, exhaling the smoke in my direction, suffocating me. “He wants you to marry him.” He reached into his pocket, placing something on me. I immediately recognized the sensation, a gun.
My mind went blank as he pressed it against my chest, the metal cold on my skin. Lowering his head, he murmured against my cheek, “And what did you tell him?”
Gradually, the reality of the situation sank in. I met his gaze, trying to hide the panic and the arousal coursing through me. “I told him no.” I muttered.
His hand, still holding the weapon, slid down from my chest to my stomach, and he smiled, pride evident in his expression. “You may have just saved his life by refusing, Zanae.”
I wanted to test his boundaries even more than before, so I added, “It’s not too late. What if I say yes? What will happen, Volkov?”
His gun slid even further until it rested between my thighs, his touch firm and commanding. The pressure against my most sensitive point was surprisingly good. With his other hand, he lifted my chin, his gaze bored yet curious. Our breaths mingled, mine rapid and shallow, his slow and deliberate. A moan escaped my lips as I felt the friction between his gun and my inner thigh, my body betraying me with its response.
Why wasn’t I repulsed by this? What was happening?
His voice grew faint, the green in his eyes fading into emptiness, a dark hole pulling me in effortlessly. “Maybe, just maybe, let’s pretend you say yes, Zanae.” He pushed the gun further between my thighs. “I’ll wait for him at the end of your little meeting. I’ll kidnap him, place him in a warehouse where I’ll torture him physically and psychologically. I’ll slice him open, from head to toe, and watch as his organs spill out untilthere’s nothing left of him. I’ll remind him that you’re not on the market, and then I’ll dump his body somewhere to be found, ravaged by animals.”
He pressed his weapon a bit further against me, the sensation felt wrong and so good at the same time.
I shouldn’t have let him do that, but he hypnotized me.
My breath grew erratic when his lips neared my ear, “Keep saying no, myLittle nightmare. This is not the path I’ve reserved for you.”
“What are you doing?” I managed to whisper, breathless.
