Page 45 of Delirium
“No!”
“Oh, and, Nova.” I smiled at her. “Nikolai isn’t my father. Not my biological father.”
“You’re lying,” she seethed.
“My name is Ophelia Ekaterina Asterova,” I said proudly. “I am a daughter of a true dragon. Not the pathetic Nikolai Aster.”
“Noooo—”
She started screaming just as I pushed my blade through her throat, right through her larynx, choking her on her own blood. Her blue eyes widened, shocked, as I kept pushing through, until the hilt of my blade was the only thing protruding from her neck.
Her body convulsed, shaking underneath my body, yet I sat there, right on top of her, the crimson color of her blood staining my hands.
For the first time, I didn’t regret killing someone. I didn’t regret killing the traitor.
I didn’t see him standing there. I didn’t hear him entering the room, not until he spoke.
“Is she dead?” Storm asked. As I looked up, his eyes shone with relief.
“Well, she has a knife protruding from her neck. You tell me.” I shrugged and got off her, wiping my hands on my leggings.
Storm’s eyes were on me, not on her. I expected him to yell, to say something. I never expected him to cross the distance between us and to get right to my face, lifting me up in his arms.
My legs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist, my hands wrapping around his neck. As he pulled my head closer to him, crashing his lips to mine, I knew that there was not an ounce of regret in him over what I did.
That insecure part of me, the part that wanted to believe the worst, had heard Nova’s words as she said that he loved her, that he wanted her. That part wanted to believe the worst. It wanted to push him as far away as possible because it feared that we wouldn’t survive another rejection.
I wouldn’t be able to survive it.
“You’re driving me crazy, Sunshine,” he groaned between the kisses, his length rubbing between my legs, driving me insane. “One of these days, you’re going to kill me, and I’ll be a happy man, dying because of you.”
“I would much rather have you alive,” I murmured, my teeth dragging over his stubble. “It wouldn’t be fun torturing you in your grave.”
I dragged my nails over his scalp, earning another groan, another animalistic growl, as my teeth clamped on the pulse point on his neck.
“I need you to take me, Storm,” I murmured, licking the place I just bit. “I need you to show me who you belong to.”
Like a man possessed, he threw me onto the bed and pushed Nova’s lifeless body to the side, her blood pooling all around me. My hands lifted to my face, coloring my skin in her blood, in the blood of a traitor.
“Come on, Stormy,” I cooed, looking up at him. “Come and take me.”
10
STORM
Ophelia’s hairwas getting stained by Nova’s blood, her cheeks red from the crimson surrounding us, and she had never looked so beautiful.
My Ophelia.
My dark angel, ready to kill everyone who stood in her way.
God, I told her I would let her go, but how could I when my body had never felt this alive? I was a hollow man without her by my side, and I knew I had to show her. I had to show her that I would never belong to another.
There was no one else out there for me.
She was it.
My beginning.
