Chapter 79 Seventy Nine

Chapter 79 Seventy Nine
Seventy Nine

“See You’re not ready?” Salvatore said watching Mira as she stayed there frozen.
Mira wasn’t sure she was ready to know the real him. A lot of what if running around in her mind. And she couldn’t bare to answer the questions she’s been running from.
“I just want you know this.” Salvatore gaze held her” Am not letting you go not when I found you again.” He grunt as he stand up from the bed.
“Stay still you’re hurt.” Mira said softly
“Am fine darling” he got of his feet slowly walking towards her his hand brushing her cheek” I know it’s crazy to say I enjoy the idea of you crying for me.” His breath skates over her cheek as he lean in pressing his body over her pushing her slowly to the wall. His body covering her until all she could see, smell and feel was him. The warmth of his body the unique scent that he has. 

He watched her slowly as his lifted the stand of her hair to the back “ I like it when you pretend not be scared of me” he whisper ,sending shiver down her body” I want nothing more to hear you plead and beg, crying out to be saved from me knowing I won’t let you go.” He lifted her chin so her eyes could meet his” I want you trembling controllably when I touch you.”

“This just tell how sick you’re.” Mira said her eyes unwavering even if her body where scream to pull him down and kiss him.

“See that what intrigues me about you.” He laughed” You fight me on every corner darling its fucking fun.”
“So you rather kill me too than let me go.” Mira asked
Salvatore watched her for a second longer then grunt out a laugh”I can’t wait for the day you admit to yourself what I really am.” He said kissing her neck “ And the only way am sending you to heaven is with my cock, my tongues and my fingers too.”

“I can’t wait to have you locked up,” Mira hissed, forcing the words past the tightness in her throat as she struggled to keep her emotions under control.

Salvatore’s eyes darkened beneath the dim light, his gaze fixed intensely on hers. “Neither can I wait to see you do it,” he replied, his voice carrying that familiar edge that always seemed to unsettle her. He stepped closer, leaving barely any space between them. “But before that happens, I think it’s time I rewarded you, and I’ve already thought of so many ways to do it.”

Mira’s breath caught when his lips brushed softly against her neck.
“I’ll try to be nice,” he murmured, placing another lingering kiss against her skin. “Gentle, even.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but a low growl from him stopped the words before they could escape. “But only if you’re a good girl, Mira.”

Her heart hammered against her ribs. “What are you going to do?” she managed to choke out, the slight stutter in her voice betraying just how badly his closeness was affecting her.

His warm breath brushed against her cheek as he leaned closer, and she felt the slow glide of his lips along her jaw. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly so dry that even breathing seemed difficult.
His lips moved lower, tracing the delicate column of her neck until he paused just beneath her ear. “I’m going to claim you,” he whispered.

Before she could process his words, his teeth grazed her skin, sending a sharp shiver through her entire body. Her back arched instinctively, confusion twisting through her as repulsion collided with an attraction she desperately wanted to deny. Her thoughts scattered, leaving her struggling to understand what she was feeling.
A quiet groan escaped him as he lingered against her neck before finally pulling away, his lips brushing over the sensitive spot he had left behind.
Mira’s hands pressed against his chest.
She couldn’t tell whether she wanted to push him away or simply hold on.
Then her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, gripping it tightly as her body betrayed every thought racing through her mind.
She hated how easily he could make her forget why she was supposed to hate him.
She hated herself even more for those stolen seconds when she couldn’t remember why she should want to forget.
Her body shook when he traced his lips down her neck. At the point where her neck met her shoulder, he stopped. The moment stretched between them like something fragile and dangerous. She held her breath as her bones rattled with anticipation.
Then he bit down. Hard. A raw sound tore from deep inside her chest. He kept going, marking his path across her neck and shoulder with teeth and tongue, leaving bruises that bloomed like dark flowers on her skin.
She was gasping when he finally pulled away.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice thin and breathless.
Those words made everything worse. She wanted him to hate her the way she should have hated herself. But she didn’t hate him. She couldn’t explain what was broken inside her, but in this moment, emotion crashed over her like a wave. Without thinking, she reached up and bit his shoulder.
Hard.
Blood filled her mouth. She didn’t care. She bit harder, wanting to hurt him for always taunting her. Wanting him to feel what she felt. Wanting to leave a mark that would make him understand she wasn’t a puppet
Salvatore didn’t accept it kindly. “I tried to be nice,” he said, his voice cold. “But you don’t want that.”
His hand closed around her throat. He shoved her backward into the wall. Her head struck hard. Pain bloomed where it hit.
He squeezed. She didn’t flinch. If he ended this right now, at least she would have left her mark on him.
A growl rumbled from his chest. Frustration, anger she couldn’t place which.
She stared up at him, blood coating her tongue and dripping down her chin. Not enough. She hadn’t gotten to injure his shoulder the way she wanted. But the small dots of red on his skin were enough to make her feel alive.
“I’m starting to think you enjoy punishment,” he said. “That just means I need to stop being gentle with you.”
Before she could react, he lifted her off the ground and threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.
“Put me down,” she shouted, pounding her fists against his back.