Chapter 397: Disparage
EMMA
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I lost it, I let my anger get to , or maybe because it was the fact I have been kept inside this place with nothing but his scent to tornt
to the point of no return. Every inch of this place slled like him, the lingering expensive cologne, the fresh earthly scent like the wild, mixed with ground and river. It was mouth-watering and I’m losing my mind.
Tiger didn’t help either... because the mont he told
about the eting he sneaked up to... about the Pride Council... and his engagent. Sothing snapped inside of
and before I could realize my own actions I was already thrashing his place to my heart’s content.
Why am I getting worked up? Isabella did ntion she was his fiancee already but the thought of actually being ’his’ made
see red. I kept telling myself I had let that part of
go, the very Emma Adams who was insanely infatuated with Dace Devereaux, my first love, my first everything, a past that died with
the day I drew my last breath.
But no... it took what Tiger told
to go ballistic, I refuse to cry, crying is for the weak and I don’t want to be weak, I’m not weak!
So I trigger all my pent-up emotions by destroying everything in sight. And maybe it wasn’t a good idea because there he was... standing at the door like he would strangle the life out of , the amount of bloodlust reeking off him was enough to make my legs turn jellies.
But I’m strong, I have held out for days in this mansion, and I can basically handle him. And so help
god my resolve was almost turned to dust when I set my eyes on a half-naked Dace. He was like an entirely different man, what I had co to know years ago seed like a glimpse of his massive physique, his muscles were lean but yet large enough to give that definition of a big man, his broad chest, covered in sweat that I want to lick off myself, the taunting of his muscles, his abs.
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I noticed black ink on his skin and it made
wonder if he had a tattoo, it was spots of sothing looking like a black outline crawling from his shoulder down to his neck. I imagined whether it was a tattoo or a marking covering his entire back, I was tempted to know, tempted to know about this man before , as if I hadn’t spent my entire life knowing him.
He’s a different person and the NEED to know him overwheld .
I can’t breathe with him in my space especially when he calls
’Baby’. I teased him and his tease right back was like a blow to my face because it got invading mories creeping in and suddenly I wanted to break, but I won’t let him break .
I pulled the little knife I hid and brought it to his throat as he closed in on . At first, there was a look of surprise in his eyes but quickly covered up by his stone-cold expression.
"I will be a good girl and stay... but not here... not in this suite" Not with your scent ruining every inch of , I can’t take it. The strong need to drive this knife into his throat was heavily great.
Do I really want to hurt him?
The corner of his lip twitched but the smile never broke free from his lips, he leaned further until his skin pressed against the blade. My muscles tense, my heartbeat quickened but I don’t lower my knife.
I don’t want to hurt him.
"Feisty" he taunts and the madness in his eyes spurted and weighed heavily on my uncertainty. "What would you do with that little knife? Slit my throat? Then run? You can but you won’t get far"
"I will take my chances"
He ran his tongue on his dry lip, and I hated as my eyes leveled at that action, those kissable lips of his. He leaned and I gulped as the knife dug into his skin and blood followed. The scent of it hit
like a hurricane, on the verge of making
roll my eyes at the back of my head just from the euphoria feeling consuming .
I only craved Luther’s blood.
That was the side effect of him bringing
back to life, only his blood appeals to
but right now I doubt that theory, because never in my life as a vampire have I felt such hunger to the point my fangs threatened to fall.
I need to get away from him.
This is not right.
I instantly redrew the knife, discarded it sowhere, and forced my eyes back to him. He watched
saying nothing, almost like he was gauging my reaction. He’s trying to read
to see what’s inside my head but I won’t let him.
"Let
go" my voice was a whisper as I swallowed a lump in my throat only for it to co back and choke , my throat was dry, so dry it felt like sandpaper.
I can’t breathe.
I looked to the side, forcing my eyes close, with a sharp intake of breath. The feeling of hotness gripped my chin and I was forced to face him back.
"Does my blood appeal to you?"
"No" I deadpanned, leveling my gaze and ntally thanking God the small wound was already healed. "It disgusts " I add pinning him with my gaze making sure I screw my face in revulsion.
I noticed his grip on my chin tightened and I chewed inside of my mouth to keep from any sound. His hand moved and it was like fire to my skin, like the very kiss of flas. A moan at the back of my throat was forming, but I bit my lips hard until I tasted my blood.
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