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Besides, I was tired and cold, hungry, and longing for my father’s approval.

So I did what I had to do, dropping to my knees and locking eyes with his.

“You fucked with the wrong person, asshole. Ordinarily, I’d enjoy taking my time carving every inch of your body with my sister’s name, but it’s time to hunt down some dinner. I hope you enjoy your private room in hell.”

“You will learn you fucked with… the wrong person.”

“Yeah? Well, I guess you won’t be around to see if that comes true.” Laughing, I brought the knife down.

Again and again.

If only I could find joy in what I was doing.

CHAPTER 1

“Love is beautiful, a beautiful deception. One falls into it to deceive the other.”

—Amit Abraham

Present day

Maria

I’d heard it said that monsters were made, not born, but I no longer believed that. What I did know by instinct was that beasts of the night were real.

Mine in particular was also very hungry.

What are you doing here?

The question wasn’t an easy one to answer. Maybe there were no adequate answers.

However, deep in the darkest corners of my heart and mind I knew why. Because there’d been no other choice to make.

I should have ignored the invitation.

But I hadn’t.

I should have denied the attraction.

But I’d failed.

Now this had become an obligation that I couldn’t avoid or change, but I wished more than anything I could erase the memories of the last few weeks as well as the ugly heartache I’d felt the entire time.

It felt as if I had a noose around my neck, thick rope attached to cinderblocks ready to spiral me into the deepest abyss of blackness.

“I would hate to destroy something so beautiful, so entirely precious, but I will if necessary. You are mine. Get ready, sweet princess, because I will take what I want. And make no mistake, you’re all mine. If any man ever dares to touch you again, they will die.”

The bastard’s horrible words reverberated in the back of my mind. They’d been said during our first and only other meeting, which had caused me to form an utter hatred for him. If only I had the nerve to drive a knife through him, I would. But I had no doubt after doing so, my family would die a horrible death. I couldn’t allow that to happen.

As my heels rapped on the polished marble floor as I was being pulled toward the massive set of wooden double doors, the sound of my excessive inhales and exhales echoed in my ears. I tried to control my ragged breathing, concerned it would give away my extreme fear but it was almost entirely impossible.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

The huge pendulum swings of emotions rolled through me like a tidal wave.

When the man holding my arm like a tight vise patted me on the hand, I quickly glanced into his pitch-black eyes. They reminded me of pure evil.

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