Page 29 of Caressed By Sin
“Azar, stop. Let me explain.” I ran to a turned over lamp that I remembered was near the front door and picked it up.
The phone finally stopped ringing.
My hands shook as I turned the light on.
Azar stood in front of me.
Broken chains and locks dangled from his huge hands. Haunting red filled his eyes.
He smacked the lamp out of my hand. It smashed into the wall.
I trembled in fear.
Demonic magic circled around us. Almost suffocating on it, I clutched my neck. “You have to let me explain.”
Sweat dripped down his face as his muscular chest heaved up and down. One corner of his lips lifted as he sneered.
I shivered. “We’re in Brazil. I didn’t take you to Adae—”
Fast, Azar’s hand wrapped around my throat, stopping me from saying another word.
“You think because you didn’t put me in his dungeon that we’re buddies?” Hissing, he looked around the room and then stopped his gaze at the wheelchair by the door. “That’s how you moved me around?”
“Yes.” It was difficult to swallow or even speak with his hand around my throat. “Let go.”
“You think you’re in a position to order me to do anything?”
I curled my hands into fists.
Azar glared at me. “You’re going to die here.”
Fast, I spun my fists up and around. Fierce energy surged through my muscles. I slammed my left fist into his chest.
He grunted.
In the next second I jabbed him with a sharp right. The sharp jab landed to his gut with the force of a sledgehammer.
Shocked, Azar let my throat go and stumbled back a few steps. A vase crushed under his feet.
Hurry. Hurry.
I spotted my needle bag behind the couch and dove to the other side of the room.
He caught my left ankle with his hand. “No, little one.”
He slung me onto the couch.
Shrieking, I crashed into the cushions ass-first. Throw pillows rose and fell around me, and my breath left my chest in a quick gasp.
He was close behind me, leaping over the couch before I could escape. He was on top of me fast. His heavy weight made it difficult to breath. His hard chest pressed against my breasts. His thick, muscular thighs straddled my small hips.
He wagged a finger. “I’ve had quiet enough of your venom and those damn needles!”
He rose an inch and hovered over me. “Perhaps, I’ll rip your fangs out first, then fuck you until your pussy is split open.”
Dung beetle!
Those glowing red eyes pierced mine. “What do you think, sweet fairy?”
