Chapter 88 She Is Mine

Chapter 88 She Is Mine
The moment I got a text from an unknown number with a photo of my Kitten with a bag on har head outside a club... it took all but 10 seconds to gather Jeffrey and Bone and bring them with me...

Thankfully, there's a tracker in Celene’s phone for situations like this...
Fucking hell... I wish we didn't need it...

For her sake, I wish I didn’t have enemies who will go so far... But I knew from the beginning that we would never be a proper couple with proper conversations who lived regular, boring lives... I'll always be Paimon...the demon who wooed the innocent little kitten and turned her world upside down...

​"Babygirl, look at me. Look at me, sweetheart," I pleaded, dropping to my knees beside the bed. My hands were flying over the buckles, ripping the leather straps open with a frantic speed I didn't know I possessed. My voice was rough, shaking in a way that pissed me off. I didn't do shaking. But seeing her like this changed everything.

​The moment her hands were free, they just dropped like lead. She was trembling violently, her chest heaving as she wept into my palms. I cupped her face, my thumbs brushing away the hot tears, and that’s when I really looked at her.

​God, she was stunning. Even in the middle of a literal nightmare, she looked absolutely breathtaking. Her rich, perfect ivory dark skin practically glowed under the harsh light, even her roughed up afro hair still looked perfectly like a wild halo of soft curls framing her face, tangled against the mattress.

My eyes darted down to the lacy dress she was wearing... she definitely didn't wear that out if the house... which meant...the thought sent a sudden, sharp jolt straight to my gut.

​"Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?" All I could think of was waking the fucker up and killing him all over again.
​She couldn't answer any of my questions...she just kept crying, her breathing shallow and ragged, calling my name over and over like a lifeline.

​I moved to unbuckle the final straps around her ankles. I just wanted to get her out of here, wrap her up and burn this whole fucking place to the ground.

​"Cole," she whimpered.
​The tone of her voice had completely changed...
​But before I could ask her what was wrong, her wrists were free. But she didn't pull back. Instead, her trembling hands reached out, hooking her fingers into my shirt, and aggressively dragging me down toward her.

​"Kiss me," she begged against my lips, her breath pouring over my skin, hot and heavy... "Cole, please... Please kiss me. Touch me."
​I froze. My hands stalled right on the leather buckle at her ankle. I looked up at her, my eyes widening in absolute shock. She was arching her back against the mattress, the lace of the dress shifting agonizingly against her skin.

She didn't know what she was asking for...

Seeing her look at me like that, desperate and completely undone, turned me on so fast it made my head spin. I wanted to lean down. I wanted to fucking swallow her whole.
​But something was entirely wrong.

​"Kitten? Hey, look at me," I commanded, my voice straining as I gently but firmly locked my hands around her wrists, pulling them away from my face.

​She just groaned, her hips rolling off the mattress, trying to press her body closer to mine, desperate for the heat. I used my thumb and forefinger to pinch her eyelid open. When she winced against the bare bulb, my blood turned to ice.

​Her pupils were completely blown. Blown so wide they swallowed the color of her eyes.
​"What the hell did he give you?" I muttered, a lethal spike of adrenaline cutting through my sudden arousal.
​I let go of her, ignoring her whines of frustration as I strode right to the wooden chair where the bastard’s black duffel bag still sat. My hand grabbed a small bottle off the table.

​There was a clatter of glass as I read the label.
​"What is this?!" I roared, the sound exploding off the bare walls, making Jeffery and Bone tense up at the doorway.

​The rage in my chest swelled until I couldn't breathe. A sickening, tense silence settled over me as the reality of what I was reading sank in. "Is this...an aphrodisiac?! That fucking piece of shit!!!"
​I wanted to rip Daniel apart limb from limb, dead or not.

She definitely didn't know what she was asking for.
​I turned back to the bed, the mattress dipping as I threw myself back at her side. I pressed my flat palm against her forehead, trying to gauge how bad it was. Her skin was scorching, burning like a furnace against my hand.

​"Jesus, Kitten," I whispered, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ached. "You’re burning up."
​"Cole, please," she begged, the words tumbling out of her in a broken, breathless rush. She grabbed at my vest again, trying to drag my heavy chest down over hers. "I need you. Please, just touch me. I'm burning... my head...my legs...take it away... take me."

​Every single protective, dominant instinct I had was battling the sudden, brutal hard-on pressing against my pants. She wanted me. She was begging for it. Should I? Should I just give her what she needs to stop the burning? Could I even do that without taking advantage of her?
​No. No, fuck no. Not like this.

​"Fuck," I snarled, as she grabbed me tighter. I caught both of her wrists, pinning them above her head so she couldn't claw at my clothes anymore, even as she thrashed and looked like she wanted to scream at me for stopping her.

​I looked down at her, my dark eyes blazing with a mixture of raw agony and terrifying violence. I forced myself to mask the desire rolling through me. I couldn't look at her with hunger, not when she was poisoned. I knew it pissed her off.

I could see the frustration in her eyes—but I just kept looking at her, watching her suffer, my heart breaking for what that bastard had done.

​"I'll kill him again," I roared, my voice shaking the bare walls as I glared at the bloody heap on the floor. "I should have taken my time killing that fucking buffoon. I should have made him scream for what he did to you!"
​"Cole, listen to me, please..." she sobbed.
"Don't look at him. He's dead! Look at me. I'm burning up, Cole, please, just do it!"

Despite my anger, I chuckled to myself... Even under the influence of aphrodisiac,  she's still a fierce fucking tiger!

​"Kitten, stop. Look at me, sweetheart, it's the drug," I pleaded, my voice breaking. I used my free hand to cup her burning cheek, my thumb brushing away her tears, fighting my own body as much as hers. "Goddammit, I'm going to kill him all over again..."

​"Stop talking about murdering him and murder this kitty!!!" she screamed...and this time, I laughed...
She wanted it...well, its a good thing she was mine...