“But I need to be there! You don’t know Jared like I do. He is my best friend and I-”
“I. Said. No!” Dorian growls.
With a huff, I hop down off of my barstool and stalk to my room- the room that Dorian so lovingly decorated for me. But before I can reach the entrance of the hallway, he’s in front of me, blocking my path.
“Get the hell out of my way, Dorian!”
His expression is softer, and a smirk is playing at his lips. He enjoys rattling me, making me feel inferior. Pompous asshole prince.
“Don’t be angry, little girl. It’s for your own good,” he coos.
“I’m not your little girl,” I retort, my arms folded tightly in front of my chest, my hands balled into hard fists. “And I don’t give a damn what you say. You can try to scare me with your little tricks, but I’m still going. I’m not afraid of you.”
Dorian stands straight up, his bright eyes transforming into a dark smolder. He cocks his head to one side, as if he is trying to decipher a cryptic message. “You know, there are ways I could make you stay here.”
My own eyes narrow menacingly. I feel my fists begin to quiver and instinctively squeeze them tighter. Icy cold prickles rouse the rims of my eyes and it feels like they have been touched with dry ice. Hot and cold all at once. Shit. Dorian has pissed me off and I’m about to go ape shit.
“Careful, little girl. You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself,” he says coolly. He’s provoking me, mocking me. It just pushes my rage to the brink of no return.
“Scared?” I retort through tightly pursed lips.
“Not at all. But I don’t want to hurt you either. But I will. And I’ll enjoy it.”
“You wouldn’t,” I hiss.
This is it. Eventually Dorian and I would not see eye to eye and it would get volatile, no matter how much we love each other. We’re not just two separate sides of a coin; we’re two different currencies completely. I just didn’t expect to go from a pleasant meal to a supernatural showdown.
Dorian bites his lip stiffly, exhaling sharply. Then he grabs me, flinging me over his shoulder. Before I can even open my mouth to protest, I am on my new bed, laying on my back with Dorian standing over me. I knew it wouldn’t be a fair fight being that he is considerably stronger than me, but I wasn’t going to back down. I won’t let him control me. He might be used to getting his way among his kind but I’m not Dark. He is not my prince.
“You asked for this,” he mutters. Dorian raises his palm, letting the blue fog envelop it. Then my body completely betrays me.
“What the hell, Dorian!” I shriek. My arms and legs stretch themselves wide, fusing me to the bed. I have no control over the movements; I can’t even move. He is literally manipulating me with the slightest wave of his hand. “Stop it! Now!”
Dorian ignores my pleas and makes another slight movement, tearing my shirt into ragged shreds. I try to thrash and fight but resistance is futile. He looks back at my brand new sound system and suddenly it purrs to life, pumping out a seductive, carnal tune.
What the hell? Now he wants to add mood music to his tirade? Sick bastard.
I feel the fly of my jeans begin to unzip and I scream with contempt. He’s undressing me. He wants to splay my body on this bed and watch me writhe. My jeans roll down over my legs and drop to the floor, and Dorian licks his lips at the sight. I am completely vulnerable and at his mercy like a helpless lamb. The more I squirm, the wider he grins. It’s maddening, sickening even. Maddening because he is taking advantage of my body and my tragic love for him. Sickening because I am dripping wet and panting with desire.
Dorian inhales deeply, closing his eyes in ecstasy. “Mmmm. I love it when you fight.”
“You are fucking crazy, you know that, Dorian? Why are you doing this to me?” I seethe.
He ghosts to my side, the eerie way he does when he’s in his element. He takes one long finger and lets it glide the length of my jaw. “I haven’t done anything to you, baby. Not yet,” he says with a sinister smile. “But don’t worry. I plan to show you just how fucking crazy I can be.”
God, he’s so repulsive and terrifying right now. And so damn hot! I look up at him with lust and desperation etched in my face. I don’t know what he plans to do with me, if he plans to do anything at all. I just wish he’d get it over with and put me out of my misery. The look of pleasure and excitement on his face tells me that he wants to make this last. He wants to torture me slowly like the efficient assassin he is. He licks his lips and lets his fingers travel down to my bra-clad breasts. He brushes the swell of my cleavage, causing a moan to betray me. I bite my bottom lip in frustration at my weakness for him, but I can’t help it. I want him. I’ll always want him.