Seize(15)

She pulls up her nose for me, but I can clearly spot the redness on her cheeks. She likes the idea.

“Tell me the truth, for once,” she suddenly says.

I stop. Somehow, this plea worms its way directly into my heart. I don’t know why I feel compelled to do as she asks, but I want to. So I place down the camera and walk to her, caressing her cheek with my finger.

“I need these pictures as proof.”

“Proof for what?”

“That I took you back to the hospital. So they’ll believe me when I see them again, and they won’t hunt you anymore.”

“So you’re going to show them pictures of me?” she says.

“Trust me when I say that I’d rather keep these all to myself, Miss Carrigan, but you must understand that I would not only risk your life but my own as well if I do not show them these. They need to trust me. And you need to trust me with this.”

“How can I, when you just admitted that you’re going to show them pictures of me against my will?”

“Because I’m doing this for you,” I growl, crawling onto the bed, sitting down between her legs.

My heart hurts when she looks at me the way she does right now, as if I’m some kind of sick bastard. Maybe I am, but this sick bastard is doing everything in his power to keep her safe. “I have to make them believe that you’re in there, so they’ll stop looking for you. So they know that I have everything under control.”

“So you’ll be safe and you can go on with them and their petty killing jobs like it’s the normal thing to do,” she scoffs.

My blood is boiling. I lean over to grab her hair and pull it back, making her scream in pain as I force her to look me in the eye. I’m right in front of her, our noses almost touching, trying to make her see through all the darkness that shrouds me.

“I don’t want to do this, Miss Carrigan, but I must. I will make them pay when the time comes, but that time hasn’t arrived. Yet. It takes time to conceive a plan; it needs to be nurtured and fully grown before it can be set into action. However, I require that you obey me in order for it to work. Will you trust me on this?”

She bites her lip, which makes me want to press my lips on hers. However, I’m not done yet. I need her to know that I’m not the worst guy of the bunch.

“Trust me with your body, your life, your heart, Miss Carrigan. Trust me when I say that I need you and that I will do everything in my power to fix this.”

Her eyes grow tired, her lids lowering. The way her lips quiver sets my body on fire with the desire to give her love. I can’t resist anymore. I smash my lips onto hers and taste her sweet, drugging nectar. The kiss is bittersweet, laced with pain, love, hatred, and desire. I want to cherish her; she wants to kill me. However contradicting, I will change it. She will come to need these desperate kisses the way that I crave her delicious lips.

I kiss her deeply, suckling her lips greedily. I don’t deny the fact that I need this. I’ve always needed her. Ever since I met her, the way that she looked at me, her innocence, broke me. The day I looked at her was the day that I knew everything would change. I could no longer stand by idly and watch them use and abuse anything and everything that walked this earth. She opened my eyes and made me believe that I could stop it all. That I could save her, that she could be the first to survive. It was all I needed to know; it was time to put my foot down and set my ideas into motion. It all clicked into place. She was the reason, the source of my conviction.

And still, she continues to provide me with unending strength to persist.

My kisses become fiercer with every swipe of my tongue. Her lips part as I lick the seam of her mouth, allowing me to probe her mouth. My cock thumps in my pants, provoked by her intoxicating taste. Her breathing has stopped, her mouth moving along with mine. She’s kissing me back. She’s stopped fighting the desire and given in to the urge to feel loved. I can give it all to her, if only she’d let me in. If only she’d let me control her world, she would be at peace one day.

As my mouth retreats from hers to grant her some air, she opens her eyes and looks at me. Glossy and full, her eyes make me smile. I cup her cheek and caress her, appreciating her beautiful swollen lips.

Her lips part, but only a whimper comes out. A muffled laugh slips from my lips. “You mean to say ‘Wow’?”

Her gaze immediately tenses, growing bolder as she fights the release of her heart. I know that she craves to hand it over, to let me guide her into bliss, but she’s still afraid. Smiling, I slip my finger down her lips, letting it slide down her sternum to her ripped dress.