Chapter 26 A Growing Obsession
\[Vance’s POV\]
I stare into the woman’s eyes as she looks at me with horror and something more delicious. Despite how she was pretending that she was scared of me, she wasn’t hiding the excitement toward my presence either. It was clear that her body missed me, and since I was here, I should make it remember how good I could make it feel.
When I initially came here, it was for one thing and one thing only. I came to simply study her so I could possibly figure out exactly what she was doing to haunt me, but how was I to know that she wouldn’t come home the evening I came? That alone pissed me off and left me wanting to punish.
Then, when I woke up with a burning need to fuck anything I could get my hands on, I knew what she was up to, and I was feeling what she was. In the end, I fucked Alissa after swearing that I would never lay a hand on her because the woman allowed another man to touch her.
Even after a full day had passed, I was still pissed as I remembered her bruised and bitten body lying naked beside me while I fantasized about everything I would do to the woman who stood in front of me now when I got my hands on her.
It was becoming increasingly clear that she was different. I didn’t know why, but I intended to find out even if it meant breaking all the rules of our game and possibly going to hell.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I growl, leaning in close. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?”
“No,” she whimpers, her face beginning to turn a beautiful shade of pink. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Is that your way of saying you aren’t happy to see me?” I ask, giving a slow smirk. “Your mouth says one thing, but your body says another. Do you truly think I’ll believe you aren’t the slightest bit excited by my presence?”
This was the thing about the toys we picked to play with. Even though they pretended to fight us so openly, the minute we touched or teased them, they gave in obediently. But the difference with this one was that even if she was already feeling drawn to me, I was feeling drawn to her, and that complicated things.
Whereas I was more than willing to allow our playthings to come to us, I wasn’t with her, and that was why I couldn’t seem to stay away. I was slowly but surely becoming obsessed, and I was beginning to want her every second of every minute of every day, and I wasn't sure I would be able to wait.
“I’m not.”
Her words quiver along with her body as the scent of her arousal begins to attack my senses. This woman truly wasn’t honest, but that was fine; I was willing to help her along.
“Come with me,” I hiss, beginning to pull her through the dark living room and toward the bedroom. “We will see just how unhappy you are to see me in a minute.”
Shoving open the door in front of me, I storm in and throw the woman against the bed before pouncing, pinning her beneath me.
“Do you truly hate my kind as much as you claim?”
For a moment, she doesn’t speak as she stares up at me with an unreadable expression.
“I do,” she responds slowly. “Your kind took everything from me, and for that, I’ll eventually kill you all!”
My kind? I didn’t recall killing anyone related to this woman.
“I don’t recall taking anything from you,” I point out. “How can you hold a grudge against someone who did nothing to you?”
As the words leave my lips, I feel shock rush through me. What the hell was I saying, and why did I even care what she thought? Why the hell was I anything but me when it came to her?
“It doesn’t matter,” she hisses. “You can do what you want to me, but know that in the end I’ll kill you.”
“You can try,” I chuckle, catching her leg as she attempts to kick me. “But you should know that I’m not scared of a tiny little thing like you.”
To prove my point, I flip her over and then pin her arms behind her back. Holding them in place, I take off my belt and quickly wrap it around her wrists before releasing her. Once she is unable to stop me, I lean down so that my mouth is close to her ear and let out a chuckle.
“You’re five hundred years too early to take me, baby.”
Finished speaking, I sit up and take in her prone form as she tries to break free.
“So not honest,” I sigh, flipping her over again so that she is forced to look at me. “That’s okay; I’ll make your body tell me.”
Leaning down, I slam my mouth against hers and wait until I feel her beginning to give in, and when a soft moan escapes her lips, I know that she isn’t going to resist me.
Sitting up, I stare into her desire-filled eyes and touch her cheek.
Instantly, the world around us seems to disappear, and all that exists is her heat, her scent, and the delicious noises that are escaping her for me.
What was this? Some kind of sorcery? Was this woman a witch, and I just didn’t sense it? I didn’t know, but with her ready to be taken, I didn’t really give a damn about thinking too hard about it either.
“That’s it,” I grin, running my hand down her cheek to her throat, where I could feel her heart beating rapidly. “Now that’s a good girl. Tell me, do you want me to reward you for your obedience?”
As I speak, I prick my finger with my fang and then bring it to her lips so that she is forced to drink.
Growing quiet, I wait as her eyes seem to glaze over and her mouth goes slack ever so slightly before turning up into a smile.
“Yes,” she whimpers once my blood and venom have taken effect. “Please, take me.”
“Before that,” I say slowly, pulling my shirt off and then beginning to undo my pants while she watches in anticipation. “You’re going to do every fucking thing to me you did with whoever you were with the previous night, is that understood?”
“Yes,” she responds.
Nodding, I reach around her back and unhook her wrists so that she is able to move freely.
“Strip for me, baby,” I say, getting comfortable on the bed. “Make it good. I want to see how you can work that beautiful body of yours before you permanently become my plaything.”