Page 83 of Nemesync
I grabbed her hip, intending to escort her away from the damn stage, but a tall redhead approached, grabbing my arm.
Am I fucking hallucinating, or did she dare touch me?
“Oh my god,Dyavol!I missed you so much.”
Zanae turned with furrowed brows.
Was my little obsession jealous?
I grabbed her hand and pulled it away from my arm.
No one lays a fucking hand on me. It’s unsavory, and I detest being sullied.
“Would you come back with me to that room... I have a few things I’d like to show you,” she added, tracing lazy circles on my chest this time and leaning toward me.
Zanae completely detached herself from my grip, and her gaze seethed with bitter envy.
She was furious, even territorial over me.
Our eyes locked, disgust evident on her face, as she advanced to the stage and whispered something in the ear of one of the men.
This fucking woman.
When I caught that man’s gaze, hypnotized and utterly charmed by her little enchantress smile, I wanted to paint this room red with his own fucking blood.
She kept moving forward, turning towards me one last time, her gaze burning, and headed towards the toilets.
The other girl was still clinging to me; but I pushed her off.
“Never do that again; the next time I see you this close to me, I’ll slit your jugular, clear?”
She nodded, scared, but didn’t just walk away; she more likely ran away.
I violently moved towards the stage, slamming the head of the man who had just smiled at Zanae so forcefully on the table, that his nose cracked.
That’s it.Red.
“Give her another smile, and it’s your damn skull that’ll meet this table,” I promised, pushing his face further on the table.
Then I went down the corridor, searching for my first source of stress and trouble.
This woman is going to kill me, and I know it; I am perfectly aware of it.
She danced in front of those little bastards, whispering who knows what to them.Fuck. I should have killed him. If she wasn’t in the restroom and I didn’t want to destroy her right now, I would have left and finished that bastard off.
I finally see the light of those cursed women’s toilets. I know damn well she’s in there; her fragrance leaves a trail of dark magic, drawing me in like an animal tracking its fucking prey.
I stride forward with heavy steps and a dark gaze; she whispered something to that man, while just 5 minutes ago, she was kissing my cheek in gratitude.
She’s going to wear me down.
I forcefully swing open each door until I find her facing the mirror, hands on the sink. Her eyes blaze with a thousand fires. She turns toward me, her expression full of disdain and jealousy. I quickly close the distance between us and press her against the wall, my hand covering her mouth.
She struggles to break free, but I resist; each attempt, I push her a little more into the wall.
Fury radiates from her eyes; her pupils dilate, the color aflame.
Beautiful.
