Page 80 of Venomous Desires

Maybe I should just find that out.

It wouldn’t be hard to pin her down and fuck her. She’d scream and cry definitely, but it’d be worth it.

Maybe right now?

I focused on the cigar.

It would be a hassle. That’s what I said to convince myself. I wanted her submission, to see her out of control, and not so goody-two-shoes.

My little bird stiffened as she stared out the window at the building, one of the many I owned. Her eyes dilated as she whipped her head toward me. She was contemplating running. I could see the wheels running in her head clearly. I tried to ignore her. I’d let her have this little illusion for now. She could run, but let’s see how far her legs would take her.

Two steps? Three? Maybe she’d manage ten, then what? I’d have to break her legs. It’d be a shame.

“We’re here, sir,” Kyle said from the driver’s seat, and the fucker glared at me through the mirror as I gave two fucks about what he thought.

“Kill the officer tomorrow,”I said in Russian, and Kyle gave me a look.

“You’re getting impulsive again.”

“Don’t care. She’s hurt. Kill him and make sure his fingers are chopped.”

I stepped out of the car. She didn’t. So, I motioned Kyle to go get her.

I would’ve loved to do it myself, but it’d be a shame if I let the façade slip I put on for two years. Though there were occasional moments I purposely let her have doubts, but those were just for my amusement. Nothing more, nothing less.

Ichose my pawns, not otherwise.

She was trembling; that told me exactly how much power I held over her.

I kept my arm draped over her shoulders, pulling her flush against my side. I wanted her to feel her. I wanted her to know that there was no escaping me.

She sensed the predator stalking beside her.

I wouldn’t lie; I relished her fear; it was a rare delicacy that I could almost taste on the back of my tongue.

Iwantedthe terror in her eyes.

We approached the elevator; I glanced around, feigning blindness, but my senses were keen, hyper-aware.

Kyle returned to my side. We strolled into the elevator, and my Ptichka froze. Kyle pressed the button for the elevator, and we waited. If the soft gasps wouldn’t count.

Her warmth seeped into me, mocking the cold emptiness that filled my soul.

The elevator doors slid open, and I guided her inside, my cane tapping out again. The doors closed, sealing us in a perfect coffin I had prepared for her. My plan for her was simple: to trap her. And the lovelier it was to hear her screams echoing in my mansion, I couldn’t risk having her run away in the forest and get herself in danger. Though she wouldn’t be able to run, but my penthouse was far better than that cold place and closer toher dorms too.

There was something peculiar about her that made me want to peel the layers she wore.

The elevator ascended, and my little bird sucked in a shaking breath. I let my lips widen into a grin.

Power was useful.

I embrace my demons. I let them out to play.

And they seemed to be infatuated with her for some reason.

She trembled beside me, yet she didn’t look away. That was the beauty of it. The irony of fear—it’d bind you to the very thing you want to escape from.

Strip away the veneer, and we were all just predators.