Page 56 of Nemesync
She was blushing. My little Zanae was aroused, I could feel it in the air, I could smell how turned on she was, maybe burning as much as I burned to taste her.
“You’re not easily scared, are you?”
Her grin widened, her eyes shining with provocation, “No.”
I chuckled, “Oh, Why are your eyes watering, then? Why is your chest so red? And why are you clutching your thighs? If it’s not fear, then what is it,Milaya?”
She didn’t back down, maintaining her insolent smirk, “You think you’re the big bad wolf, but I’ve dealt with worse.”
My hand tightened on the knife, “Careful, Zanae. I might just enjoy being the big bad wolf.”
She raised an eyebrow, unyielding, “Is that why you want to eat me alive Mister Volkov?”
It’s a fucking game for her and the thing is I find this game really amusing.
I leaned in, my lips brushing hers, “You see that little fire in your eyes? I want to feel it, but I also want you to feel mine, Zanae.”
Zanae
What happens when your body craves something deadly to you? When your body screams to touch someone your heart wants to fight and resists? It’s toxic and sweet.
Elijah was my own venom.
Everything with him took on a threatening edge. Even now, as I handed him the knife, I never felt more in danger than when he leaned closer, killing me with his presence.
I couldn’t care less about his demands or threats.
But I was curious about him—curious about why he loved provoking me so intensely. Curious about that jealousy, that intense need to control everything that concerns me.
His eyes shone with a surreal green. They never felt as vivid as at that moment.
With him, it was always a competition, a power play. He believed that making threats gave him dominance, but the truth was, I wasn’t letting him infiltrate my mind.
At least, I’ll try.
“I will end this little fucked up competition, and I’ll fucking love it when you’ll be on your knees Volkov.”
He looked at me, grinning pleasingly, “Say that again.”
My brows knitted in confusion, “What part did you not understand?”
He leaned closer, breathing me in, “The part where you want me on my knees for you.”
God, he had a filthy mouth.
Vulgar thoughts about us giving in sent shivers down my spine.
Just a few minutes ago I wanted to test him and now the image of him on his knees for me was so much more attractive in my mind. This man was a lunatic.
“You’re completely insane.”
With the same little smirk on his face, he added, “What makes you think you can talk to me like that, Zanae?”
“The fact that I don’t give a fuck about the way you want me to talk to you, Volkov.”
He smiled again proudly. “You’re trying to turn me on with this little attitude tonight, aren’t you?”
This man is insane.
