Page 48 of The Devil We Crave
Yelena’s face throbs. “That's none of your bus?—”
“That isentirelymy business now, Yelena.”
She glares at me. “Says who? You?”
I lift my shoulders and settle back against the bench. “Like it or not, you’remine, little prey.”
“Don’t call me that,” she huffs, her face darkening.
“Why not?”
Yelena’s brow pinches. “Because you’re…mocking me.”
I slowly shake my head side to side. “Believe me, I’m truly not.”
“Because you’re thehunterin this scenario?”
“I’myourhunter,” I growl. “Ineveryscenario.”
She starts to open her mouth, but I barrel on.
“The prey is just as important to a hunt as the hunter, if not more. Without prey, the hunter is just…wandering without a purpose.” I smile at her. “Anyway, you’re avoiding the subject.”
“Which is what?” she scoffs. “Me beingyours?”
“Exactly.”
Yelena gasps quietly, that lovely red stain spreading across her cheeks and neck as I cup her jaw and force her to look at me.
“All of youis mine, little prey,” I growl. “Your fears, your fantasies, your pussy…” She shivers when my fingers drift over her throat. “Your virginity.”
Yelena barks out a nervous laugh. “Y—you’re insane.”
“That's a matter of perspective.”
She pulls back from my hand. I allow it…this time.
“Well, frommyperspective,” she snaps, “it’s the truth.”
My brows lift. “What makes me insane?”
“How about the way you’re talking to me, for a start?” she hisses.
“Nobody’s ever talked to you like this before?”
“No!” she exclaims. “Of course not!”
“Good,” I growl. “That saves me from having to hunt them down and cut their tongues out.”
The heated stain creeps over her face again, even darker than before.
She likes when I talk like this, even though I’m sure she’s trying to tell herself that she doesn’t.
“Well, yours or not,” Yelena says dryly, “I need to get to class.”
My hand shoots out and wraps like iron around her wrist.
“Not yet.”
