Page 26 of My Kind of Monster


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Away from the thick muscles, one by one flexing with every punch he throws at the boxing bag.

Away from the wide, round shoulders and tight biceps.

Away from his forearms… the sinew, the thin strands dancing under his skin with every flex.

I watch his movements, each punch, each ragged breath, the beads of sweat flowing down his taut back, following their descent down to the sweats hanging low on his hips.

His movements look strained, heavy thuds, weighed by too many thoughts going through his head, punches so powerful that it makes the beam above creak dangerously. There is a raw, primal power in this man, in his body, like he was baptized in the tears of his enemies.

Suddenly, I realize I am about to be the former.

Lost in thought, I missed the fact that he turned around, facing me. My gaze shoots up and catches his. He is heaving, his breaths deep, heavy, every muscle in his body tense to a breaking point. Both his hands are fisted, mouth ajar, head tilted downward slightly, just enough to shoot me the most menacing look I have ever felt on my skin.

Suddenly, I become all too aware that I am alone with him in his house, on this mountain, on his turf. Alone in this world.

He pins me with his dark blue eyes that look black in this dim light, holding my stare, unyielding and terrifying.

I feel like prey.

I feel like a deer in the headlights of an enormous monster truck, watching in slow motion the last moments of my short life, before it will be taken away from me.

His breaths somehow become more intense, his gaze bores into me in a way that strips me naked and flays me alive. His fists flex once and he takes a slow menacing step towards me.

And I run.

I did not even realize that I ran until I was already doing it. I turn on my heels and head for the front door, my fight or flight response pushing my body before my mind even processes what is happening.

I pull the front door open and with bare feet I jump straight into the white freezing night, off the porch, running as fast as I can. I know he is following me, not because I hear him, but because I feel him, his eyes on me. That intense gaze that is somehow always following me is like a touch, a strong electrifying touch and I feel it everywhere. On the back of my neck, between my shoulder blades, on the small of my back, on my ass, my bare legs, making me shiver, making me run faster.

Making me wet.

Making me smile.

I feel the heat pool in my belly, running down between my legs. Feel the adrenaline fuel new life into me, not the old life that I lost after Adrien captured me, no.

This is different.

This is new.

This is exhilarating.

I feel the rush of endorphins and the anticipation of the unyielding force that threatens to collide with me. But I will not give in to him. I cannot give up this electrifying sensation that he builds inside of me, the adrenaline that pumps so fast I swear it is making my legs move quicker.

This, right here, feels like freedom.

Which is ironic, since I am anything but free, at least by normal standards. However, this is my own type of freedom, freedom to be myself and bathe in the deep, raw, filthy sensations that make my blood run hot.

The pure fear that makes me think that any one of these breaths could be my last.

NIKLAS

I’m running after her before my brain registers the movement. I can’t help it. When she realized I caught her staring she had this intense look in her eyes, a combination of lust, fear and… challenge. And they sparkled, I swear I could see those demons behind her eyes. There’s something there that’s making my dick so hard I could fucking drill a hole through a reinforced concrete wall.

One step from me was all it took for her to run, and I could have howled at the moon in victory. I can feel the fear in her, I can smell it in the air, I can feel it on my own skin, like strands of electricity stretching from her, wrapping themselves around me. Out of nowhere, just before her head turned, I caught it—a twitch upwards in the corner of her lips.

This is it.

This is what I’ve been missing my whole fucking life and what I never thought I would find on this lonely mountain.

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