Page 63 of Nemesync
His low chuckle rings between us.
“You’re not just a pawn, Zanae. I do own you, you’remypawn and only mine. It’s intoxicating to watch you love it and hate it at the same time. I’m going to adore damaging you.”
Frustration and anger course through my veins like burning lava, but he’s right, I hate being that attracted to him, wanting him to reveal what I can’t see yet, I hate it so much.
It’s frustrating that he’s making me experience emotions once more. It annoys me that my heart quickens when he’s nearby, and I hate that I’m finding it exciting to play with him. I fucking detest being in this situation; emotions aren’t my strong suit.
I can only feed my inner demons with anger and resentment, not these sensations.
They will not like them.
He tightens his grip, and I shoot back with a smile, “You’ll never destroy me, I’m already wrecked, Volkov, find yourself another occupation.”
I can’t deny the truth, the man I despise the most might just be the one I desire the most too.
Suddenly, he pins me against the wall, the cold blade pressing against my heart, “Your fucking heart,” he whispers, “It beats with a rhythm I could play with, make it dance to my own music. You might even enjoy the melody. Are you scared of that,Milaya? Is it because you felt it beat faster yesterday when you came all over my fingers and moaned my name?”
Please end it, push the blade further.
No Z, you’re strong, don’t listen to them.
“Touch my heart, Elijah, and I’ll make sure yours stops faster than you can imagine.”
His eyes darken as he continued, “You’ll be surprised to learn that mine has stopped beating years ago. But yours...” He pushes the knife further against my skin, drawing a bead of blood.The voices love it. “Yours still dance to the rhythm of life. Such a vibrant red, don’t you think?”
I’m fascinated by the situation, it’s not just the pain, it’s the tension in the room, everything feels heavy.
“I told you. Red suits you better,” he remarks, a twisted admiration in his tone. “It’s a color I could get used to, I fucking love it on you.”
He’s thriving because he thinks he overpowers me.
But he’s wrong, he’s totally wrong.
I see through his eyes, he’s not just enjoying the scene, he’s enjoying being close to me. And he hates it as much as I do.
“I suggest you be careful with your little provocation Volkov; I may strangle you and get rid of your little smirk.”
He smirks, a perverse pleasure dancing in his green haunting eyes. “Mind yourself, you might find that your little threats about strangling me only make me hard. Didn’t know you were this kinky, Zanae.”
I hate those stupid nicknames.
I hate him.
I hate this.
I can’t stand that man, and I can’t stand him to the point that I want to taste his lips again.
Again? Why am I such a mess?
Everything. You’re wrong, and dirty.
I need him to continue talking or do anything to shut them up.
He inches closer with a sinister grin, lowering his head to my wounded chest, provocatively tasting a droplet of blood before sealing it with a kiss.
Not this kind of ‘anything’…
I pushed him off, surprised and frustrated, yelling, “Back off, you lunatic.”
