Page 21 of Vow of Hate

“You killed that cop and didn’t feel bad for it and yet you feel bad for coming when I put a vibrator to your clit?”

Shame crosses her face and she lowers her eyes but I tilt her chin back up.

“Answer me,” I demand.

“Of course I feel shame. I shouldn’t have liked what you did to me. It was wrong.”

“I don’t think it’s wrong. I think you want me to do it to you again. Would you fight me if I tried?”

“You’re holding my mom’s life in your hands. None of this is fair.”

I gaze down at her face for a long moment. “You’re right. It isn’t fair. How about this? I’ll make you a promise. I promise I won’t go after your mom. I have you anyway. I only needed to threaten her life to get you to come back with me but now that you’re here, I have no use for your mother. So you can say no and I won’t kill her.”

“Will you hurt me if I say no?”

“I won’t beat you. I’m starting to grow fond of you. I would hate to ruin your pretty face or your nice skin. I want you to come to me of your own accord. To break you down so much that you want nothing more than me. That’s a true win. That’s where true darkness comes from.”

“I don’t want you to touch me.”

“I won’t touch you,” I promise. “Do you want me to use that vibrator on you again? That’s not me touching you.”

“Technicality.”

“You want it, don’t you, Sienna? Just tell me.”

“It did feel good,” she admits.

“Then let me do it to you again. Say yes. Submit to me.”

“I can’t!” she sobs. The despair on her face makes my cock hard. I can’t help that I’m a little fucked up sometimes.

“Will you fight me if I take this horrible hospital gown off you?”

She doesn’t answer and I untie the back of it and let it drop around her feet. She doesn’t cover her breasts this time.

I walk around her body, circling her like prey, as I look at her from all different angles. Taking in every inch of her. Fuck, she’s perfection.

The urge to kiss her hits me again and like usual, I push it down. I can’t get too attached to her. That wouldn’t end well. I never let anyone become my weakness and I don’t intend to do so with Sienna.

I stop before her, gazing gown into her eyes. “What are you thinking right now?”

“I’m thinking of that officer.”

Her words draw me up short. “Why?”

“He looked me over too. It made me uncomfortable.”

“When I look your body over, does it make you uncomfortable?”

She swallows hard again. Her fingers fidget at her sides. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? How can you not know, Sienna?” I ask in a soft tone. It’s like a soothing call to my prey, trying to calm her down, before I strike.

“I don’t know.” Tears slip out of her eyes and I wipe them away.

“You’re pretty when you cry. You know that?”

“No one has ever told me that before.”