Page 30 of Point Proven
“Sure, I’lltakeit off.”
Closing the gap between us, his fingers brushed against my lips before snaking down to the collar. His touch left ice behind, nausea building, but it heightened as his hands continued their path down to the sheets.
With one tug, he yanked them from my hold, removing them from the bed as he stepped back. Holding up his hand, his right ring finger was bandaged, blood now pooling against the white gauze. Only a stump remained.
“Did you think this wouldn’t have ramifications?”
Trembling, I pulled my knees to my chest, not fully hearing him. “Take it off. Take it off. Take it off.”
I didn’t have time to register the slap before my head twisted to the side, ears ringing as his fingers dug into my cheek. “Iaskedyou a question.”
“And I said…” Gathering a mouthful of saliva, I spat in his face.“TAKE IT OFF!”
Licking at the remnants on his skin, he moaned, lapping up the substance as if it were fine whiskey. “Fuck, you still taste good.”
With the gap between us nonexistent, and my leg coiled in preparation to attack, I drove my heel into his groin as hard as I could. Using the other, I kicked him in the face, forcing myself back against the headboard as I ripped against the bolt as hard as I could in an attempt to fracture the link.
A sharpened hiss rang from him, blood dropping onto the stark white as he crawled over me, digging his nails into my scalp. “You fucking cunt.”
“Get off me!” I screamed, my knee colliding with his stomach as I fought against him. “Get off!”
“Fuck!” Heaving in oxygen, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a switchblade.
Angling it against my skin, he slammed it into my thigh, twisting the blade as the heel of his palm slammed into my nose. Agony exploded across my face and through my leg, but I forced myself to ignore it as I slammed my fist into his ribs with unrelenting force. Reeling back, I did it again.
And again.
Andagain.
And again.
Grunting, he caught my hand on the last punch, shoving it away before he yanked the weapon from my thigh, finding a new home for it next to the wound he’d already created.
Another bellowed shout left me as I thrashed, reaching for the hilt sticking out of my flesh. Before I could reach it, heskillfully pulled it free, tossing the switchblade to the floor. As I scooted back in an attempt to get away from him, his fingers wrapped around my ankles, and panic blossomed, festering deep as he tugged me toward the footboard.
The chain strained, and with it, the makeshift collar tightened, immediately cutting off my air supply. Smirking, he held his position as his stare bore into mine.
He… He waswatchingthe fear erupt in my eyes.
Gasping, I squirmed in his hold, my hands instinctively reaching for the iron clasped around my neck. Pressure built in my skull, and heat filled my cheeks as my lids fluttered from the lack of blood flow to my brain.
He loosened the tension, and I inhaled precious oxygen as his thumb rubbed my skin. “Little lamb,whodo you belong to?”
“Fuck… Fuck you…” I wheezed, the entire room spinning as my lungs burned with each cycle of breath.
Another yank sent me tumbling into the same position. “Wrong fucking answer.”
Whining, I thrashed against him, a numbness threatening to swallow me whole as I fought for reprieve. My nails dug into my neck, clawing at the flesh as if it would free me from the steel clamped around my throat. Chest hitching, shadows loomed at the edges of my vision, and with their presence, my hands slowly tumbled to meet my sides.
Releasing me, his sneer permeated the ringing in my ears. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”
My throat burned, a visceral ache spreading through it as I struggled to speak. “If you’re so adamant… in… in knowing… I belong to…Simon.”
Stefan’s gaze snapped to mine, and wrath billowed from him in thickening waves. “Wrong. Fucking.Wrong.”
Scooting from the bed, he leisurely walked to his desk, yanking open the drawer as he pulled out tape, fabric, and aknife. In an instant, he closed the distance and jammed the fabric into my mouth, careful to avoid shoving his fingers inside.
I gagged, twisting my head from side to side as I struggled to scoot away from him. “Mmph!”
