Page 98 of The Guru: Shadow
“The truth.”
“What truth?”
“Everything concerning Gamma and their executives destroying and exploiting humanity as much as nature in disguise of helping them.”
“You don’t look like a saint to me.”
Her words and perky look made him chuckle because damn, he was everything, but only she didn’t know the real reasons he is going after Gamma.
“Because I am not.”
“Then why do it?”
Without answering, he stepped out of the elevator into the penthouse as the door opened. Emma, however, did not. She let go of his hand and leaned into the frame so it wouldn’t close, waiting with crossed arms and a piercing look in her eyes. The very look that might just be able to x-ray his entire existence.
“Why do I feel like it’s only partly the truth?”
Two steps away from her, he considered her.
“Because it is.”
What he saw then, for the smallest of seconds, almost made him throw all control into the wind. There it was, a tucked-up corner of her mouth, while her eyes burnt him alive.
She already knows. And yet, here she is.
All of him wanted to take her right here, right now, to celebrate his victory. So, he stepped up to her so close that he could see every dark line in her irises. A strand of her hair had fallen into her face. He brushed it back, deliberately, purposefully, controlling the urge to push her hard into the back of the elevator and choke her.
Messy hair, the glasses framing these intense eyes so full of darkness staring at me, suits her beyond anything.
Part of him wanted to hurt her. Fuck her until she screamed from pain if she still could. See the blood trail it’s way over her sweet skin and taste the iron-infused juice of life.
“Oh, Emma,” he whispered while taking her face into his palms. “Why don’t you run?”
“Because I am no prey,” she whispered back.
“If you only knew what I do to you in my mind, you wouldn’t say that.”
“I know exactly what you want to do to me,” she said. Her tone was so knowingly clear, her eyes didn’t even blink, instead, she bit her lower lip, underlining visually what she had already told him.
She wants me to take her.
There was absolutely no fear in her eyes, only that small flicker of engulfing, consuming fire. And then he pulled her out of the elevator and pushed her hard into the wall next to it, his right hand closing around her throat.
“Tell me what you know,” he demanded.
I fucking need to hear it.
His body already exploded with fireworks of desire and hunger. Hunger for her. Feeling her. Tasting her. Having her.
“You want me to be yours, you want to own me, consume me, take me.”
Yes, I do.
“You want control over me, fuck me until I cannot take it anymore, humiliate me, break me.”
Yes, I do.
His cock swelled so hard against her waist.