Page 50 of Nemesync
Seated across the room, I offered him the most innocent smile, slightly running my fingers over my skin, my arm, myshoulder, feeling his gaze never leaving me as he traced the same patterns with his eyes as my fingers.
He simply grinned, readjusting his pants, spreading his legs slightly wider.
Was he turned-on?
Oh he totally was.
With another sip, that same dangerous smirk lingering, he calmly placed his gun on the table.
It was a threat, not aimed at Naevio, but directed at me.
That fucking bastard.
I wanted to laugh at our silent exchange, but I was on a mission, and I couldn’t afford to lose focus now.
Not because of him, because I knew that he was my favorite distraction.
“Speaking of that, Naevio, do you have any family secrets? Something you’ve never shared with anyone. You know I love these kinds of stories.”
The man across from me leaned in, whispering anecdotes about how he grew up in different places because of his father’s job. I absorbed the information, my mind already calculating potential locations.
I nodded, playing like I’m intrigued. But I got bored. So bored.
I gestured towards Elijah, now visible across the long alley, “You see that man over there? He’s been watching me all night. I wonder if he’s jealous because I’m with you and not him.”
Naevio chuckled, not even turning around to see the man I was referring to. “Well, he should be,” he said. “Because I would’ve been furious too if I hadn’t had the chance to talk to you.”
But he’s the only one that matters right now, the only one I want to provoke, the only one I want to unravel.
Self-control has always been my greatest armure. A fortress I built, brick by brick, orchestrating every detail of my existence carefully.
Elijah dismantled this whole resistance and left it in ruins at my feet, exposing my soul bare and bruised to his own deranged spirit.
It felt reckless and almost impossible to like it. His possessiveness and urge to consume every little secret I had, every drop of life that ran through my veins.
But I did. I liked it, I needed it.
The Devil was my greatest temptation, and I was nothing but a sinner before him.
No wonder my demons feel so at home in my head and with him.
Elijah
She’s fucking with my head.
Jealousy is a knot that tightens around your throat and never stops until you burn from the inside. But possessiveness is something else. That need to own, to have something you crave only for yourself, to use and hurt, to play with, to mark and destroy, it’s like a twisted kind of sadism.
I felt the two emotions when it came to Zanae Dellé.
My soul screams that only I will have her and if she denies me, I’ll destroy her and leave her in ruins for the world to see.
If I couldn’t have her, no one could.
But she didn’t know that, so she was pushing me to my fucking limits. I had that urgent need to burn this place and leave her and this little bastard of Naevio here.
My dark angel looked at me while flirting with this man, and I just smiled, because fuck she looked stunning trying to kill me.
“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Eli,” this fucker of Nikolai nudged me with an amused smile.
