Amidst Soul's menacing laughter in the background, Hellion's hypnotic orbs swing to mine once again. “You’ll be whatever the fuck I want you to be, Dolly.” he states calmly, speaking for the first time.
His deep voice oozes threat, the words rolling off his pierced tongue like a powerful poison that is ready to kill me. My teeth grind together with irritation as he calmly rises, but I keep my gaze focused on the blistering flames of the campfire, refusing to look at him again.
From the corner of my eye, I see The Hollow’s interacting among themselves, occasionally casting glances in my direction. Eventually, they settle down opposite us, on the other side of the campfire. Soul attempts to talk to Wrath, but my attention is drawn back to Hellion, whose intense eyes are already on mine, making me feel a variety of emotions. Fear, thrills, curiosity—yet they all seem to stir something inside me in the most deliciously fucked-up way and we hold each other's intense stare, the fire dancing between us.
“Hell is set on you, Noir.” Blush says beside me, breaking the spell he has me under and finally drawing my focus away from him. I lift my chin, glancing at him again as he lights a cigarette. “Well, he can forget about it,” I assert, my voice unwavering. “I’m not interested.”
She shakes her head frantically beside me, “No, you don’t understand. Hell doesn’t do this and if he ever did, now is the time to be worried.” I side-eye her, detecting fear in her voice, “He’s fucking crazy.”
I roll my eyes, knowing he is clearly insane; all of them are, I can feel it down to my bones, but I’ve dealt with much worse, I’m almost sure of it. He is nothing compared to the monsters I have faced.
“I am seeing someone, and he is here too,” I murmur, using Eli as an excuse to escape the situation, even if he isn’t technically my boyfriend.
She gasps loudly beside me, “Does he know how to fight? Kill?” she asks, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.
I notice the panic in her pink gaze, causing my brows to pinch with confusion before I chuckle, shaking my head, “Eli isn’t like that.”
“Well, he needs to be and quickly,” she snaps back. My face falls from the seriousness of her words before my jaw sets tight, defensiveness seething through every fibre of my being and I look at Hellion, now knowing this is going to be a huge problem.
After some time of getting to know Blush, I stand from the log and cast one final glance down at her as she remains seated. “I’ll see you in a few days?” I ask, ready to head back to my trailer.
“See you then, Noir.” she responds with a big, warm smile.
I give a small nod, then I turn away, making my way around the campfire, eyes following me until I am in the darkened woods, heading back toward the warmth of our trailer.
The sound of distant laughter and chatter fades behind me, my thoughts swirling with everything that has happened tonight. You can do this, Noir. Do not let them get under your fucking skin and intimidate you now.
As I stride forward, the chilly night air causes me to wrap my arms around myself and with each step, the path beneath me seems to stretch endlessly. As soon as I reach the midway point, a sense of unease settles over me, but I try to keep my focus on the distant silhouette of the circus in the distance.
Suddenly, a sharp crack behind me pierces the stillness, causing me to halt abruptly. I spin around in my converses, eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. The forest is silent, except for the rustle of leaves above me stirring by the gentle breeze. A feeling twists my gut, feeling as if a presence is lurking among the trees, tracking my every move and I know it’s him already.He’s fucking following me.
“Stop following me creep!” I grit out.
When I get silence, I roll my eyes, tightening my grip on my upper arms and turn around to continue towards the trailer park. Each step quickens as I power ahead, a sense of urgency pushing me forward, eager to escape the unsettling sensation of being watched the entire time.
Once I am finally out of the woods, I quickly make my way through the trailers until I find mine. Pausing outside the door, I take a moment to scan the area behind me, searching for any signs of him. When I find none, I release a tense breath and open the door.
As the trailer door softly clicks shut behind her, I step out of the darkness, a twisted sense of need coursing through me at her vulnerability toward me, despite her brave act. While thinking about my next move, I stand there, fixating on the door.
Should I break in now and fuck her senseless against her will, or should I play twisted games? This little dolly might not be an easy victory, but she is a challenge I'm eager to fucking conquer. The thought of having her as my prize fuels me like nothing I have ever encountered before.
The sickening desire to break her the fuck down has consumed me from the moment I first set eyes on her, like an unbearable force, driving me to reduce her to nothing more than my little fuck toy, to pleasure, to hurt, to dominate in every way my deranged mind can think of. Every fibre of my being wants to bend her to be mine only, to get off on the power I could have over her.
With a clenched jaw, I draw a cigarette from my pocket and bite it between my lips, attempting to stop myself from doing something psychotic and horrific. Once I have lit it with a match, I take a deep drag, the smoke swirling around me as I plot my plan of action.
My attention sharpens as soon as I notice a light switch on inside the trailer, causing me to take purposeful steps forward. While I draw closer to the window, I can hear water running from the shower. As I peer inside, I immediately spot her in the small space, her back turned to me while she lifts off her hoodie.
Her soft, wavy blonde hair cascades down her back, framing the curve of her spine and reaching to the top of her ass. My eyes linger as she pulls her black sports bra up her body, revealing a glimpse of the curve of her perky tits and the subtle bounce as they are freed. The sight of her threatens to unravel my lack of self-control, tempting me to give in to the urge to break in to break her. As she moves to remove her denim shorts, I find myself unable to tear my eyes away, like any normal man should, because it’s wrong, but I’m not fucking normal, so I stay fixed on her like a predator stalking its prey.
She drags her shorts and panties over her rounded ass, swaying her hips from side to side and bending over slightly, offering me a perfect view of her peachy cheeks, until the fabric is dropping to her ankles. Once she steps forward, she holds her palm under the water, checking the temperature and the action offers me a side view of her exposed body.
An intensity surges through me that borders on addiction as she steps under the spray, turning to face me frontally. My growing cock suddenly expands in my tight jeans, straining against the fabric, my piercings catching as a low, involuntary growl escapes me and I have to adjust myself to be more comfortable.
Each movement she makes is captivating, compelling me to soak in every inch of her naked body, taking in the sight hungrily and my insane instincts scream at me to take what I fucking want.
Her good-sized pair of tits draw my attention first, and to my surprise, both of her little pink nipples have silver piercings. The look of her sends lust coursing through me like I have never felt before, making it difficult for me to stop myself any longer, fantasizing about the sound that my tongue piercing would make when it collides with them and how loud she would cry for me if I bit them.
As the water flows down her silky skin, she tilts her head back with her arms raised above her while she runs her fingers through her hair. My gaze continues to greedily roam down her flat stomach, tracing the path of the water until I land on her perfect pussy, glistening with moisture. The ache in my dick intensifies, and I clench my teeth, squeezing the tip in a useless attempt to squash the overwhelming craving I am feeling.Fucking hell, I'm losing control.
