Page 13 of Breaking Sanity
Once I am almost directly behind her, I reach out and wrap her hair in my fist yanking her back. She makes anoomfsound as she collides with my chest. Wrapping my arm around her elbows, I pin her to my body. Her hair is still wrapped in my other fist, so I use it to pull her head back to stare up at me. Those amber chocolate orbs have melted into a dark molten lava, making them look wild and crazy.
“Wrong move Little Devil,” I growl.
“Go to hell!” She spits on my face.
“You really have a fucking death wish, don’t you,” I gnash, pulling her head back more. She winces in pain but doesn’t make a sound. Which only pisses me off more. Before I can act on any of the ideas swirling in my head, the alarm on my watch starts to go off.
Fuck me. I’m late. Baron is going to be pissed.
“Later,” I grind my teeth in frustration.
I let go of her hair and with my hand pinning her to me, curling my fingers I dig them into her upper arm, I spin her towards me. Quickly bending down, I throw her over my shoulder and stand to my full height. She starts trying to kick me and banging on my back with her fists. All I cando is laugh at her feeble attempts to get free, but she does almost land a knee to my face. Despite her small stature and thick build, the bitch is flexible. I slap her plump ass in warning, trying to lighten the mood, because if I don’t the red haze will take over and I might actually kill her. But I have been saying that for years, yet she’s still alive.
“You son of a bitch,” she screeches.
“Tell me something I don’t know gorgeous,” I taunt using my other hand to wipe the spit off my face. I slap her ass again for that bullshit.
“Put. Me. Down,” she yells, starting to punch my back again. I slap her ass again. Which just pisses her off more as I feel something graze my shirt.
“Did you just try to fucking bite me,” I laugh as I start to speed walk back to the SUV. If she is going to start this shit, we aren’t going to be making it to our destination.
Instead of answering she tries again in a different spot, so I readjust pushing the middle of my shoulder in the bruise on her abdomen. She lets out a little groan of pain and I slap her ass in response. Alley growls like a feral raccoon trying to be intimidating, making my smile widen.
Back at the car, I don’t even try to throw her back into the back seat. Nope, I take her with me to the driver side and toss her ass into the passenger’s seat, slamming the door behind me. Ignoring my nonverbal warning, Alley goes for the passenger door. She doesn’t get a chance to reach for the handle as I fist her hair using it to throw her head into the headrest. Holding her still, I dig the tip of my knife to her chest. A small drop of blood runs down from the knife onto her shirt.
“I will only say this once, so listen carefully. You, under no circumstances, will do that again. That is the third time you have attacked me. There will not be a fourth, do you understand,” I shout in her face.
This bitch looks me dead in the eyes and mouths “no” while smiling. I can’t contain my impulsive anger from peeking through. Needing a free hand, I release her hair and yank the seat belt towards us. Swiftly, I move the knife to wrap the belt around her already bruised neck as tight as I can without choking her. Again, I want to snuff the light from those pretty eyes and watch those pale pink lips turn blue but again I can’t.
In an attempt to scare her into submission, I place the knife right below her eye. Then slowly drag it down hercheek, below her jaw, and let the tip rest at the base of her throat. All without cutting her, may I add, which is a hard urge to resist.
I want to fillet her skin from her muscles and make a goddamn lampshade out of it. Then give it to her sobbing mother.
Breathe man! Not yet, you have 9 more years to come up with ways to fuck and dissect her.
“Now let’s try that again.” I let out a deep breath, but still maintain my hold on the seat belt as I lean over and whisper in her ear, “Do you understand?”
“Fuck-”
Before she can finish her dumb ass reply, I tighten the belt. Her body’s reaction is to fight to get free, which she does. Mentally, though, she is probably pissed that she showed any reaction at all. I kiss the tip of her nose before I release the belt returning to my side. This time she doesn’t try to get out. No, she is just glaring at me through glossy eyes, probably willing my head to explode.
“Now,” I say, pulling back on to the road. “We still have about two hours left, because of your little games ofhide and seek. Are you going to behave or am I going to have to resort to alternative ways of making you behave?”
“Fuck you,” she bites, staring out the window.
“Oh, trust me, we will have plenty of opportunities to get to that,” I smile, resting my hand on her exposed thigh.
“In your fucking dreams,” she snarls, trying to throw my hand off her. I just move my hand higher and dig my fingers into her soft skin.
“Oh, I have years to make my dreams come true, but some of those dreams may be nightmares to you,” I laugh.
“This entire situation is a fucking nightmare. It can’t possibly get any worse,” she says more to herself than to me.
“Be careful what you say, gorgeous, it can always get worse,” I taunt.
“How Sebastian,” she shouts, staring at me now. “Please tell me how this gets worse? From what I know, some asshole has such a grudge against me that they hired some psychos to torture me for a few years. God knows what that fucking entails, so go ahead and tell me how it gets worse please!”
“4 and 9,” I answer.
