PROLOGUE:
The dark hallway screams of echoes. The sounds of my red stilettos tap against the floor. I stop to listen beyond the clicking of my pointed heels.
Cold tension.
I pull the long black strand of hair behind my ear and place my other hand on my hip.
Posed.
I love to fuck with him! I know he can hear me with his triggered abilities. He feels me near as the bond burns. He sent for me hours ago, but the bitch in me loves to make him wait.
I smirk quietly as I hear the door click.
He stands firm against the wall, with his marked bulging arms crossed, and an evil grin that raises one cheek. He plays dirty, and I just can't stand him!
"You going to stand there all fucking day?" He says.
I shift my hip, slowly pointing my heel forward, as if I got all the time in the world. Just to watch him lift an eyebrow gives me the satisfaction of doing whatever I damn please!
I strut forward slowly. My body shivers from his high peaked energy, so I reluctantly agreed to reach him. Toe to toe and eye to chest, we face each other. The intensity rises like his irises. He cups my cheek, the nail grazes my jaw, before he lifts my chin. Slowly I look up as our eyes meet. Red blood to my shitty-ass mood brown.
His loving hand slowly runs down my pimpled fleshed arm, fisting my wrist, as he brings it behind my lower back.
I absolutely hate this asshole, and he knows it.
I don't flinch.
I don't give in to the need for dominance.
He flings me around and catches me back, as if we've danced this song many times. With my back firmly against his hard front, I can feel what settles against my ass, and I bite my lip. He doesn't see my reaction, but I'm sure he knows.
My black hair's pulled aside. A whisper of a yank to my silky strands brings it to his nose. He breathes in my scent. His full lips of hot heat slides against my ear. The little nip to my earlobe makes me shiver.
"Lay down!" he hisses as he pushes me forward.
I almost trip on my heel, but I catch myself from falling. My slow strut to the black couch, a section right off from the bed is big enough to fit three people, but only ever sits one being.
He doesn't share shit!
So I make myself at home, crossing my thighs, firmly rubbing my big ass on the black cushion of the seat. I'm wiggling my hips embedding my ass prints in for something for him to remember me by.
He shakes his head smoothly, "You never follow my instructions correctly, Sun."
"Sunshine. Tirich, " I correct him firmly. He's not my friend or my man to give me little pet nicknames.
He eyes me appreciatively, as he slowly stalks forward with the pure power of finesse. Marked from neck to toes, he bares nothing, but his signature smirk. He just radiates masculine energy.
I concentrate on his red eyes, never his thick footed dick, reminding him of my disobedience. He leans forward crowding me. His large shoulders push across our barrier, crunching the back frame of the couch behind me. I'm pressed as far as I can. My neck bent so far back that it could snap off.
He penetrates my eyes and then glances at my red lips. He doesn't say anything, but the fire burning through his nose gives me the desire to push for more. It burns my cheek as he slowly sniffs across my skin. Reaching the spot between my shoulder blade, weakening my core.
I feel his teeth extending against my pulse, the fang craving. The simple bite. It leaves me sucking in a cry . Many wounds have been placed around my most sensitive spots and hidden as the shame of ever meeting him.
He tenderly licks up the evidence, something he does in spite. He seeks others for true blood. We are placed together for a purpose.
Bonded but truly hate each other.
