Page 62 of Nemesync
Black.
Indeed he would choose black for the dress code.
He’s always wearing this color.
I know it’s not healthy, but he can’t just win like he did yesterday. First, he cheated, I didn’t think he would do what he did. Tonight, he’ll learn to always let me win.
I don’t play games If it’s not for the victory.
And why is my body so okay with him being this close? I hate when men try to grab my neck or just touch me. But when it was his hands, it felt normal. With him, my body and mind didn’t tense up in defense and fear, it relaxed and welcomed him.
I was nothing but normal, so were my reactions.
So why was it okay only when Elijah Volkov was the one touching me?
Entering the penthouse, the memories of yesterday’s events came pouring back to me so vividly as I passed through the corridor.
He touched me. He pleasured me. And I loved it.
What’s wrong with me?
I get ready and put on that beautiful black backless dress. I love how it reveals the moon tattoo I got from Luna.
I stop in front of the mirror and take a moment to take in everything that’s happening in my life. My hand drifted to my stomach, where I’ll forever see the shadow of a hand creeping in. My fingers followed the memories I had from that day.
When my eyes met my reflection, it felt more real than ever.Who are you?
I would’ve never thought I’d get ready to party in a Zennites club with the Pakhan and the Don. I just feel like things are changing, priorities are switching, and I can’t tell yet if it’s good or not.
When I step out of the room, Elijah sips his vodka and looks at me, with a cold gaze but something betrays him, his jaw moves, and I know how to recognize a reaction when I see one.
Control yourself as much as you want but it’s my ultimate talent Elijah, I’m learning to read through you.
“Didn’t know black was your color Zanae, I thought red suited you more.”
I look back at him, “You want to see me in red Elijah?”
“I want to see you suffer, Zanae.”
“I dare you.”
He’s looking at me like I’m not strong enough, like I’m a fragile little thing. “Breaking you yesterday was so satisfying; but making you lose control was even more exhilarating.”
His little attitude makes me want to destroy his face with a fucking hammer and take this little smile of him, so arrogant with so much disdain. “You’re the one who got under my panties yesterday Volkov, not me, you lost control. I fucking didn’t.”
He smirks, leans toward me and in a whispery voice he says, “But you’re the one who came all over my fingersMilaya. I can still taste you on my tongue. So sweet and fiery.”
I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to kill him. I reach behind me and pull out the knife I always keep with me. I lunged at him to hurt him. But this bastard intercepts me with ease.
He overpowers me, and I hate it.
A cruel smile plays on his lips as he disarms me, the cold metal pressed against my skin now.
It wasn’t the plan.
“Trying to kill me, I see,” he chuckles, the sound dripping with fucking condescension. “Are you trying to seduce me tonight?”
I meet his gaze with the same arrogance he has. “I won’t let you manipulate me, Elijah. I don’t want to be another pawn in your fucking stupid game. You won’t make me suffer oranything. Stop this thing right now, and don’t you dare look at me like you own me.”
