Page 30 of Psychological War

“Donottouch me,” I quietly said, stepping away from him again.

“If you don’t leave, I’m going to have to fight you, and I would rather not do that. You don’t want to touch him, trust me, they have powerful people on their side, Salem.”

I snapped my head up to look at him fully. I hated the way he said my name. I hated that I liked it so much. I wanted to hate the way he wanted to sound angry, but he wasn’t. He sounded tired, but he wasn’t angry about being here.

“I’m not leaving,” I stated.

Just as the words left my mouth Zane kicked my legs out from under me. I fell down onto my back. He went to throw a punch into my face, trying to knock me out. Rolling he missed, barely. Doing a kip up I brought my hands up in fists. Throwing a punch into his side he grunted. I gave no chance as I punched his stomach and threw one in his face.

From the corner of my eye I saw Orlando trying to make a move to leave. I couldn’t let that happen. Turning from Zane I threw the blade nailing him in the shoulder.

Just as he screamed, I was tackled to the ground. Zane's large frame covered mine completely. Forgetting everything for a moment I felt Zane everywhere. His nose brushed against mine. We both were breathing heavily. I could taste the whiskey on his breath, and I felt the urge to lock our lips together.

I was getting ready to tell him to either get the fuck off me or making him. But I felt him, I felt his hardness pressed against my stomach. He was very hard, and he was big. I couldn’t stop the gasp from leaving my lips. His pupils dilated; his nostrils flared.

I wanted him.

A small sound broke my gaze from Zane. Looking over I saw Orlando making a move again, trying to find a way out.

“I have to kill him, so either step aside and let me or I will end you with him,” I mumbled, just low enough he barely heard me.

I watched as he fought with himself. Was he going to actually let me kill him? Or was he going to make me take him out too? I didn’t want to, but he wasn’t going to stand in my way. Four more.

Four more people and it was the end. I had to.

The slightest nod from Zane gave me all I needed. Unspoken words. At the same time he threw himself off me as I moved towards Orlando.

He didn’t see it coming until I was right behind him. He had no time to scream, no time to ask for help. Beg for mercy. I shoved my other knife into his gut. Falling to his knees, I tugged into him hard. Making him look at me.

“Do you remember me?” I quietly asked.

He shook his head. He had no idea, just like the others. They didn’t recognize me. I mean, I couldn’t blame them. I barely recognized myself most days.

“Emily and Emmy.” I spoke two names I hadn’t spoken in years.

His eyes widened, remembering everything. I watched as the tears began to fall from his eyes. “You-you’re dead.”

“Should’ve checked a pulse.” I smiled, taking the dagger from his shoulder, ramming it into his face. He screamed, while I continued ramming the dagger into his face, into his throat. His body dropped but I couldn’t stop.

I stabbed over and over again.

Blood squirted around me.

I couldn’t help the overwhelming powerful feeling that coursed through my veins.

“Oh my god, she feels amazing.” Orlando laughed. The tears fell from my face. I tried screaming but the rope bit into my mouth, wrapping around my head. I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. I could hear the shouts from Dada.

“Come on, baby, you give it so fucking good.” He laughed again as my sister tried fighting. She gave it her all, but he laughed and laughed.

He was laughing while she was screaming in pain.

“He’s dead,” that voice broke from my memories. Letting go of the dagger it stuck out from Orlando's eye socket. There was blood everywhere. I was covered in it.

Standing above Orlando's body I glared over at Zane. I still felt the anger, the fire burning inside me. He was glaring back at me, both of us breathing heavily again. I don’t know how long we stared at each other until we both grabbed at each other.

I never kissed anyone in my life, but the moment his lips slammed over mine, I stiffened but that didn’t deter Zane at all. Instead, I felt his cock harden even more against my stomach. Not breaking our mouths he grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He threw me against the wall, hard.

Letting out a grunt my back hurt from the force. My arms went around his neck searching for something, I had no idea. There was no time to think or react. I felt him undoing his belt and then his pants. I knew I should have told him, that I should have stopped this, but I couldn’t stop kissing him. Our tongues fought each other, fighting for dominance. Neither of us wanted to give it up.