Page 29 of Seductive Sadist
“It’s because of you that Kylian caught us. It’s because of you that he fucking sabotaged me at that football game and destroyed my fucking life.” My voice and my hand shake with rage, the tip of the scissors leaving scratch marks on her skin because of the fury coursing through my limbs.
Skyla winces, her face streaked with tears and black eye makeup. “Always blaming everyone else for what’s wrong in your life. You’re so pathetic.”
“You know I could cut you right now and make you bleed out.” With a thundering heart, I slide the stainless steel blade up to her jugular. “You could have done the same thing to me if you hated me as much as you say you do. You could have killed me right there in my brother’s kitchen. Ms. Brainiac knows where the carotid is, right?”
I replace the scissor blade with my hand and capture her around the throat. “But you took a cheap shot just to get a head start out the door. You know why?”
Her blue eyes fly wide open when I apply pressure to her neck. Terror seeps into her expression. I grab her tight enough where she has to pant for breath. Her nails claw at my skin, but I don’t feel a damn thing other than disgust.
“Why?” she mouths, unable to drag in enough oxygen to speak.
“Because you wanted me to catch you. Daddy’s princess didn’t want to show her balls by walking away from her pretentious douchebag fiancé, am I right? So letting me snatch you saved your ass. Don’t tell me that thought didn’t ever cross your mind, baby girl. I’m your fucking savior. We both know it.”
I release my grip and she falls forward onto the ground, clutching her throat. She coughs and sputters on her knees. A grin tugs at my lips. I bend down and cup her chin, yanking her head upward. “Get used to that position. You’re gonna spend a lot of time on those knees.”
She fires a punch directed right at my cock. I grab her fist just before it has a chance to sterilize me.
“My job requires me to have eyes everywhere. Did you really think you were gonna get away with that?” I pull her up by her good arm, although the temptation to jerk her injured one makes my balls tighten.
She yelps as I drag her to her feet. “Too bad you weren’t as skilled four years ago. You could have used more eyes on you before you got your ass sacked.”
I try to run my fingers through her knotted hair, but they catch at the ends. Tearing my fingers out, I let out a snicker. The sound of her high-pitched scream makes my dick twitch. Her pain can’t come close to what I suffered, but I’ll try damn hard to replicate it for her. I lean forward, hovering my forehead over hers. “Just imagine the other things I’ve had time to perfect in the past four years.”
Fuck me if there isn’t a flicker of curiosity in her expression.
She remembers that night.
And she’s gonna get to relive it, over and over again.
I decide to show her a little bit of mercy when I grab her around the waist and pull her good arm tight against my side. “Walk,” I hiss against her ear.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Home, so I can carry you over the threshold.”
“That’s not even remotely funny, and we’re not married.” She struggles when I pull her along next to me.
My God, I love the fire in her. I always felt it, always sensed it was there. And after our night together, it erupted full force, spewing lava, hatred, and regret. I wanna make it rage again.
“Not yet. But trust me, Van Dyne’s loss will be my gain. And your father will have no choice but to go along with it or else.”
“Or else what?” She elbows me as I walk, fighting me every step back toward my truck, never once submitting. I press my hand against her flat stomach to keep her from moving too much. My groin fires, fingers itching with the urge to fuck her again.
Her skin sizzles my palm. Such a challenge. It’ll make the victory that much sweeter when I finally break her down, when she will beg for my punishments.
I stop and fling her back against the trunk of a nearby tree. A whoosh of breath breaks from her lungs on impact. “Or else he’s gonna be scheduling a couple of funerals. One for you. One for Kylian.”
“That’s if he isn’t already dead,” she screams, driving her knee into my gut.
“So predictable,” I murmur. “How are you gonna cause my pain if I can see it coming a fucking mile away?”
“Everyone has a weakness. When I find yours, I will expose the shit out of it and destroy you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I grab her and fling her over my shoulder before turning to walk out of the clearing. I stomp through the gravel, pressing my feet deep into the ground as if I’m crushing my demons with every step toward my new life as Skyla’s husband.
It’s the only way I can redeem myself, and fuck her for thinking she can stop me. As if stabbing me could ever keep me from getting what I want. I’ve lost plenty and I’ve adapted. She’ll learn to do the same thing when I make her my wife.
I will finally have her exactly the way I want her.