"We?" he scoffs. "We aren't going anywhere, Gabriella."
I sit straight up, no sign of good humor to be found on my face. "Why not?" Dorian shakes his head and chuckles a bit, causing me to grow furious with his amusement at my expense. "That's bullshit, Dorian and you know it. I'm coming!"
Before I can blink, Dorian is in my face, only mere inches separating us from contact. His eyes are fiery bright blue, alight with anger and lust. He bares his teeth, a low, guttural growl rumbling his chest. I reflexively recoil in surprise, taking in a sharp breath. Just like that, Dorian's darkness has crept back in with a vengeance.
"No," he seethes between gritted teeth.
My breath is ragged with anxiety and I know I shouldn't push him when he's like this, but my stubbornness overrides my sanity. "Why not? Jared is my friend."
"I said no. I cannot protect you and try to … fix his mother at the same time," he replies stonily. This whole issue has him riled up.
"I never asked you to protect me; I asked you to protect my friends. I can handle myself. I'm going!" I say with a bit more fervor. I won't let him intimidate me. He's trying to scare me into submission. And while I'd love nothing more than to run and cower in a corner, I can't let him bully me.
Some fucked up relationship we've got, eh?
"Don't you get it, Gabriella?" he spews. "This could very well be a trap to lure you. The first place you're expected to be is the hospital. Don't let your pride cause you to act recklessly."
"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.
Reading my body language and my emotions, Dorian murmurs, "You have no idea how bad I want you right now."
"Let me go and you can have me," I pant. Though he already has me now. Secretly, I don't want him to stop. I want to see how this will play out.
"I don't think so, little girl," he says shaking his head.
Dorian lets his hands roam freely over the tops of my breasts. His cool touch causes shivers to rack my entire body. He fingers my nipples through the fabric, causing them to strain and ache. I gasp, trying to hold onto the last ounce of my resolve. I want to feel his skin against mine, want to feel the prickles that ignite every time he touches me. Yet, he continues to tease me through the cotton bra cups, no matter how fiercely I beg him with my wanting eyes.
Dorian touches the front clasp of my bra. "Want me to take it off?"
I bite my tongue, refusing to answer him. Instead I give him a cold, sharp look. He smiles then eases his fingers into it, caressing my bare nipple. I moan appreciatively, and he moves to the next one, rubbing the swell between his fingers. He continues his measured tease until my sighs evolve into moans. Finally he relieves my aching breasts by unclasping my bra, my nipples hardening under his lustful gaze. He dips his head down and samples my hardened nodes, and I cry in pleasure.
"So you want to play it like that, huh?" Dorian continues to bathe my breasts with his tongue, suckling them gently. He then commences to flick my stiff nipples with his tongue, one at a time, before taking them between his teeth. I moan and pant wildly. It feels too good not to give in. His dark tendrils graze my face as he continues his delicious assault. He smells of clear blue waters and eroticism, and I want to dive head first into both.
Dorian shifts his body onto the bed and eases between my legs easily without missing a beat. Only the thin cotton of my panties clothes my damp sex and I can feel the bulge of his erection through his pants. Slowly, he begins to grind, still licking and sucking and nibbling. It feels heavenly, and my swollen heat throbs against him.
"Ooooh," I sigh.
His head snaps up, his ice blue eyes boring into warm hazel depths of mine. "What was that, my love? You want me to stop?"
I shake my head furiously. "No. Don't stop," I beg before I can stop myself. "No. Stop. Let me go. I want to touch you."
Dorian smiles slyly and shakes his head. He then returns his attention to my swollen mounds and I gratefully sigh. He begins to kiss a path to my belly button, letting his tongue swirl my navel then back up to my breasts. I'm on fire; his touch is like feeling a hundred tongues all at once. I feel his fingers at the waist of my panties as he begins to peel them off. Once I am stripped bare, he abandons me to stand at the foot of the bed. I want to beg him to stay with me, to pleasure me, to fill me, yet he just stands there, gazing down at my nakedness.
His hand reaches to undo the buttons of his shirt and I finally get a peek at his magnificent body, adorned only by the small tattoo on his side. I want to be free of his restraint so I can feel the smoothness of his chest. I want to kiss my way from his tiny nipples through the rippled valley of his abs down his amazingly sculpted hip muscles. I want to run my tongue down the shaft of his hardness and taste the sweet drops of nectar that tell me that he's ready too. I want to feel him all over me yet all I can do is devour him with my eyes.