Chapter 50: .•20.2•.

She lightly shook her head and blew out another sigh, reverting her attention on that nicely-made platter. It looked so inviting. And she was still feeling so incredibly famished. So she grabbed as many pieces as she could, popping them into her mouth one after the other as she rapidly chewed and swallowed. She wanted to get to that room as soon as possible. Be done with it. She had no idea if he still wanted her there or not, after everything that happened today. Hell, she didn't even know if she was going to survive the night. But she had to try. Please him into being lenient with her. He'd already done it once by not killing her today in that forest.

She couldn't help but reminisce the way that he had protected her just a few weeks ago, back in that crumbling greenhouse at the back of his garden. How he had cradled her with his body, shielding her away from the falling glass and debris. She couldn't tell if that had been all just an act, or maybe...

No. He was still a monster. A vampire who wanted nothing but her blood. And his affections happened to lie elsewhere anyway. His heart was already taken by the late mistress of this house. It would've been stupid of her and equally childish to even think that he would ever...

No, Diana. Stop it. He's not a man. He's only a monster. And monsters are not known to feel anything other than rage and hatred. Bloodlust. Who knows what happened to him and why he was like this. Why he had turned into a bloodsucking creature. Maybe he was the one who had killed his own wife. Maybe that was why he was like this. Maybe the demon had turned him into what he was. And now it was taunting him with fake holograms and magic tricks.

The thought frightened her. The memory of that hideous demon. So much that she just left that nicely-prepared platter and went for the barricaded door instead, desperate to get out of there. Run as fast as she could straight up to his room. Maybe she was afraid of Nicholas, but that hideous creature happened to frighten her ten times more. She was scared of it. Of what it could do to her. She didn't want to be alone right now. Not after what happened today. After how it had declared that it wanted her. "Pure and untouched". What if it made its appearance into her room? Try to take her itself?

She violently shuddered at the thought, going faster up the stairs. Ignoring that dizziness still poking at the edges of her mind. She had to admit that it was foolish of her to think that she was safer there. In Nicholas' bedroom. But she really didn't have any other better options at the moment. He was her "safest" bet.

She finally reached the top floor after several minutes of struggling to climb all the way up there, all breathless and even dizzier than before. Still, she forced herself to keep going, stumbling all the way to that wide open door. Yes, it was open once again. She couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing though.

Guess we'll have to find out, she gulped, taking but a moment to compose herself. Gain some courage before stepping into the room.

He was already there. Lying sprawled into a comfy chair close by the faintly flaming hearth. Body bare from the waist up.

She could feel herself blush again, reminiscing the way that that hard thing in his pants had poked at her, even as he was about to sink his fangs into her neck. She didn't fail to also notice the way that his gaze trailed over her now. From head to toe. Maybe he didn't like her, but at least he was attracted to her physically. Again, she wasn't sure whether that was a bad or a good thing. Maybe he could feel inclined to let her live because of that. Although she wasn't exactly fond of the idea of him possibly turning her into his sexual toy. She was scared of that. She didn't want him to hurt her. Much less take something so precious from her. Her virginity.

She steeled herself into stepping even further into the room, set on going for the chaise longue. Maybe she was trying to behave all nice and obedient, but she certainly wasn't going to sleep in his bed again.

She let out a frightened yelp as suddenly and out of nowhere, she found herself plastered against the nearest wall, with her legs dangling in the air as he supported her weight with only one hand under her butt. The other tightly wrapped around her throat.

Her eyes widened, staring so cluelessly and equally frightened between his blood-red ones. Not failing to also notice the way that his hard body pressed against hers.

"I should kill you right now and be over with this crap," her heart jumped at the sound of his callous and anger-filled words, increasing its pump.

Seconds passed as she fearfully stared between his eyes, too scared to even make a single sound or move.

Except that as soon as he pushed harder and ground into her a little, she couldn't contain that wanton little sound that escaped her, her nether regions dampening at the feel of him pressing into her there.

Her eyes opened even wider, panic gripping at her now. Oh no. Was he...actually...going to...

"I should tear into your fucking neck like he told me to," he snarled between gritted teeth, his hold around her neck tightening.

The air refused to go past her throat now, remaining stuck into her lungs. His malevolent gaze was the only thing that she could see, along with those tiny dots floating around. But he slowly ground into her again and again, the action making her feel so incredibly hot and embarrassed.

What was he...? What was...? Another wanton sound escaped her as he continued to tease her like that, her cheeks heating up so furiously.

Why was he doing this? And why did it feel so good? Why did she want more? What was happening to her?

Her lips parted and her heart pounded so fast as he continued to slowly tease her like that whilst looking so angry and menacing. Another tiny and strangled mewl escaping her as that hard member of his slid right in between her wet folds through their clothes, massaging her so tantalizingly good. She wanted to scream and moan, that hot and molten feeling pooling into her lower abdomen along with the lack of air clouding her judgment. She wanted him to undress her, and plunge that hard and unforgiving piece of flesh right into her. Scratch that itch that was slowly building.

Those blood-red eyes of his kept on watching her, slowly becoming hooded as they fell on her lips. Breathing faster and faster himself as he worked her whilst keeping her pinned like that. Rubbing himself so fervently against her.