At some point between my purrs, he raised my hands to pin them above my head, and before I could even realize it, a fine piece of black material had wrapped around my wrists.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked as I felt the bond tightening, fixing my hands to one of the pillars of the bed frame.
‘Only what you allowed me to,’ his answer came in a sarcastic tone, almost like a warning of me committing a grave mistake. A chill ran through me, a cold warning flooding my body as the world seemed to have just stopped.
I was uselessly hoping that when I would search for his gaze I’d find even a drop of normality. The last thing I wanted was to fear him and the first thing I should have done was just that.
It wasn’t some romance being taken to the extreme, and I had a feeling that it wasn’t just an idea that just flashed through his mind either. It was premeditated, long before I set foot into his room.
‘Ferris, what’s wrong?’ I asked, trying to assess the situation when in reality it was more like assessing the potential damage.
Because when it came to damage, he was able to do the worst.
‘What’s wrong!?’ He repeated my question, lifting his body from my own, as twinkles of madness were gleaming in his Onyx eyes. ‘What’s wrong!?’ He asked again, though this time with a very familiar object flashing in my sight. The blade of his knife.
I froze as if having been trapped in ice for ages, watching only the silvery object approaching my lips. My heart instantly began pulsing in my throat as the vibrations of the beat were reflecting on my face, then on my lips, straight to the tip of his knife.
I could no longer talk, but I had a distinct feeling thathehad something to say. ‘What’s wrong is that you’ve played me. What’s wrong is that you led me to believe things that weren’t fucking real,’ he let the blade slide millimeters away from my chin until it reached the base of my throat.
‘I didn’t... I didn’t,’ I spoke in a single breath, while drops of lava heated fear were raining down on me, cursing myself for shutting down my instincts and completely ignoring the obvious madness I noticed so often lurking within him. ‘I never promised you more than I can give,’ it was the ultimate truth. I never promised him my heart, even if for that short moment it belonged to him.
‘You didn’t have to say it with words. I’ve seen it reflecting in your gestures.’ The blade took the path of my cleavage, mirroring its reflection on the surface of my breasts in a terrifying closeness. I could feel the cold steel resting on my skin, ready to rip it open. ‘But it was all a lie, wasn’t it?’ The calm of a man that was not near that, was flushing over me.
‘I never lied to you, no matter what you think. I... I care about you... I have feelings for you.’ That was the truth. The only truth in my life right now as I had realized that I had fallen for a monster.
‘Feelings!?’ The knife glided through the V-shape of my cleavage, slowly tearing it apart, while the purr of the material ripping made me fear that I was mere seconds away from his blade drawing blood from my flesh.
Was he going to kill me?
‘Feelings!?’ He repeated as one of his hands brushed over my face, letting a lazy thumb rest upon my lips. ‘How could you have feelings for me while you’refuckingBrax!?’
Chapter 3
He knew. But how?
‘Did he tell you?’ Not that it mattered any longer. It wasn’t like I could keep it a secret anyway.
‘He didn’t need to. I know Brax well enough to be able to figure things out by myself.’ I felt the anger in his voice as my bra popped open, cut by his blade.
‘Ferris, please! I only slept with him because that was what our deal demanded. I only did it to get Nat and Sebi here,’ crystal tears were springing from my eyes, soaking the pillows beneath me.
‘Oh, ...onlybecause of that....,’ his damn sarcasm was present again. There was nothing I could have ever said that would still his anger. ‘As you do it with me?’
I left him without an answer, fearing the reactions at the one I could have given him. It wasexactlythe same with Ferris. Just a deal! But until a few moments ago, I had thought it to be something more.
‘Did you enjoy it?’
How could I answer as the metal was still pressed over the surface of my chest and one single letter would make the difference between life and death?
‘Or do you hateus? Loath it when one ofustouches you?’ His knife, sharp like a samurai sword, skimmed one of my rosy tips, forcing me to buckle my body into the mattress, preparing myself to deal with the pain.
There was no way that I could escape.
‘Yes,’ I breathed. ‘Yes, I like it whenyoutouch me. But not now. Now you’re scaring me!’
‘What about Brax, or Cole? Do you like it when they touch you?’
Should I have lied and risk him calling me out on it? Or should I tell the truth and risk infuriating him even more?
