his dark obsession

tick tock kitten

"Sit down." He ordered, nodding toward the chair opposite him.

"Vladimir, I--" she started, but he cut her off. "Sit the fuck down now, Angelmarie, or so help me god, I'll snap your neck like a twig!" He snapped.

Angel shivered, her brain seeming to shut down from her intense fear. She tipped toward the couch and sat down slowly, staring into the eyes of the man who had ruined her. This was not her Vladimir; this was the Russian from her darkest nightmares.

Angel felt like a specimen under a microscope with the way Vlad was gazing at her. He was just...staring. He didn't make a move to get up and come near her, nor did he launch into a Russian tirade. He just peered at her, as if taking her in for the first time. His eyes lingered on her face, then trailed down to her lips, before drifting to her breasts. Angel swallowed hard, pushing back the fuzzy feeling in her belly and the tingling she felt on her skin under his roaming gaze. She shifted in her seat, inching slightly to the edge of the couch, and his eyes snapped back to her face.

"You thought I'd never find you, didn't you, my queen?" Vladimir asked, a sneer plastered over his lips. Angel stayed silent, her hands shaking as she tried to will herself to speak. "Cat got your fucking tongue, kitten? Or are you just scared shitless? You can tell me, baby." He teased, his voice holding a sharp edge.

Angel looked at him, her mind racing. She knew he was right; she had underestimated him. "You thought I'd never find you, huh? That I'd just let you leave me like that? For a smart girl, that was pretty fucking stupid, kitten. This city is mine, so there was no way out unless I allowed it." He confessed, his voice cold and calculating.

Angel's anger boiled over. "How was your little adventure, kitten? Did you have any luck getting out of city limits, or did you run into a fucking problem at every turn?" He asked, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

"So what happens now?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"Awww, my little kitten is eager for her punishment, I see." Vladimir laughed, thoroughly amused by her questioning. "I'm here to take you back home, my queen. I thought that was already clear. Do you really think I came here just to chat with you about the fucking weather?"

Angel inched her chin up defiantly, no trace of fear in her eyes. "I'm not going back with you, Vladimir."

He eyed her with a hard expression, then smiled—a bone-chilling smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, you're not, my queen? Hmm, what on Earth are we going to do about that?"

Before she could react, he slapped her across the face, the force of it snapping her head to the side. "Did that hurt, kitten? I love your spunk...in fact, I adore it. But your stubbornness! It enrages me most times in a way that makes my cock hard. But right now, your foolish attempt at leaving me mixed with your fucking stubbornness to think I wouldn't find you... Well, it all just makes me violently angry."

He grabbed the back of her neck tightly, forcing her to look up at his face. His eyes took in her red cheek, and he smirked. "So do me a favor, will you, kitten? Keep that stubbornness up. It just makes it even better when I put you back in your fucking place. And trust me, it won't be enjoyable for you, my little Queen. So cut the bullshit, Angel. Get your shit and let's go."

Vladimir's eyes were a terrifying dark amber as he spoke, his voice leaving no room for argument. Angel sat there, wide-eyed and shocked, her cheek stinging from the slap. She was aroused by his dark display of dominance, despite the fear coursing through her veins.

(Fuck me! And my psychopathic, thirsty ass pussy for wanting this violent, batshit-crazy man. I should hate him right now.)

"I'd never allow myself to be broken by you, Vladimir. So do your worst!" Angel yelled, making him grip her arm tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh.