ONEUS 18 + BLOOD MOON ECLIPSE - Vampire - (Book 2)

Throat Part 16 *HWANWOONG*

T/W Physical assault

Ravn immediately released Neoma. 'This is not how it appears' he protested standing up immediately, he advanced towards Hwanwoong and placed a hand on his shoulder in a gesture of reassurance. Hwanwoong roughly shook Ravn's hand away. 'You are delusional and you dare to touch me?' he accused. Hwanwoong's eyes were now bright green with murderous intent. Ravn stepped hastily away. 'Get the hell out and take that mess with you' Hwanwoong commanded, nodding disdainfully towards the corpse of the unfortunate vampire girl. Nodding quickly, Ravn moved gingerly towards the body, ensuring a healthy distance between himself and the rage fueled Hwanwoong.

Hwanwoong fixed Neoma with a penetrating stare, his fury radiating from his emerald orbs. Neoma appeared undisturbed by his emotional performance and smiled sweetly in response. 'Don't be mad woongie, we were just lying together, that is all.' she reassured him in a patronizing tone as if soothing a toddler in the aftermath of a tantrum. Hwanwoong's upper lip curled into an ugly sneer, 'Yes' he responded icily, 'And you are lying now.' Neoma's serene expression quickly turned to resentment. She did not like or appreciate Hwanwoong's accusation, or his hypocrisy. Using the force of her will, she attempted to put him in his place and hopefully against the wall. But Hwanwoong remained standing and unmoved. Neoma frowned and fixed her gaze more resolutely to Hwanwoong who appeared to be becoming increasingly aware of her dilemma. As was evident in the small smile which began to slowly paint his menacingly pretty face. Neoma mustered all her inner strength and focus and glared at him, willing him away from her. But still, nothing.

Neomas eyes began to widened in growing panic as the now grinning Hwanwoong approached her like a demented demon with a murderous mission. Within seconds he climbed on top of her and thrust his hand against her throat. 'Now this is interesting' he murmured as he cocked his head to the side and observed her with a renewed curiosity. Neoma lay perfectly still, a prisoner to her own powerlessness. As he leaned in more closely, her skin prickled with anxious anticipation as she listened to the sound of his breathing in her ear. 'You are mine, do you understand?' he hissed. Neoma swallowed the dryness in her mouth and met his glaring gaze. 'Do you understand?' he repeated. Neoma nodded as she experienced waves of fear laced with unanticipated pleasure. Being helpless against Hwanwoong was terrifying and yet strangely thrilling.

Satisfied that he had her attention, Hwanwoong continued, 'Do not forget this' he began, 'if you ever betray me, I will kill you.' Neoma shivered as the image of Leedo's kind and handsome face quickly flashed into her mind. Hwanwoong had reacted badly to Ravn simply lying next to her. She cared little for Ravn, but could not compromise Leedo's safety. Attempting to keep her tone light, she asked, 'And what of my alleged suitor, would you kill him too?' Hwanwoong continued to glower at her intently, his eyes burned into her like red hot pokers, 'No' he responded simply, his answer surprising Neoma, 'I would make him watch what I did to you, and let him live with the memory of that horror for the rest of his life.' 

Hwanwoong's answer made Neoma feel sick to her stomach. Meanwhile Ravn was carrying the unfortunate corpse from the room and listened intenstly to the exchange. A hint of a smile flickered over his perfect lips as a new plan began to form in his mind. With newly renewed dark optimism, he manoeuvred carefully through the door and closed it gently behind the feuding couple.

As Ravn departed, Hwanwoong continued to exploit his newly discovered advantage over Neoma. He maintained intensely fixed eye contact as he continued to hold tightly to her throat. 'It's time things changed' he declared. 'What do you mean?' gasped Neoma as Hwanwoong began to lightly apply more pressure. 'No more of your games, the nightly disappearances end.' he stated, his tone uncompromising. Neoma remained silent as she watched him cast a contemptuous gaze over her body. 'And as for the way you dress these days' he said, disgust lacing his tone as he eyed the half dress half leather trousers outfit that Xion had custom made for her. Hwanwoong returned his gaze to her wide grey eyes, 'You will start dressing like a princess again instead of some sort of hybrid whore.'

Enraged, Neoma raised her hand and quickly dropped it again as Hwanwoong squeezed her throat harder. 'Do you agree?' he asked grimly. Neoma remained silent as her vision began to blur and Hwanwoong's manic face began to swim in front of her eyes, a diabolical pink haired nightmare. 'Neoma, agree or die, its that simple' he affirmed calmly, his grasp tight and unrelenting. Neoma felt herself stepping towards a sweetly dark unconscious release from her torment. Since being brought back, she no longer feared death, in fact it would be welcome.

Unexpectedly, Leedo's tender smile and large soulful mahogany eyes entered her mind. He was an unwelcome reminder to Neoma that there were still reasons for her to continue to exist. With reluctant acceptance, she mustered her remaining strength an murmured, 'I agree.' Hwanwoong quickly released his grip from her throat and began to hurriedly remove the lower portion of his clothing. With a feverish urgency he revealed and grasped his solid erection. He clamped his other hand over Neoma's quivering lips. Fixing her with a penetrating stare, he began to massage his stiff length over her. He paused his movements briefly to bring his face in more closely and take a deep inhale of her scent. Neoma shivered.

Hwanwoong stuck out his long, wide tongue and ran it languidly over her neck and the tops of her breasts as he continued to rhythmically pleasure himself. Neoma's heart began to hammer in her chest with outrage. How dare he use and humiliate her this way without her participation! Hwanwoong continued to stroke himself with an increasingly desperate determination. The sound of his hand slapping against himself as he furiously stroked his throbbing length assaulted her ears. Her large grey eyes scanned his now glowing amber orbs which were brimming with lust filled yearning. Neoma closed her eyes against the site of his infuriatingly handsome face, strained with desire.

'Look at me, look at me now' he gasped. Enraged, Neomas eyes angrily snapped open as she began to squirm against him. The sound of her anger muffled protests were supressed against his hand. Tightening his hand against her mouth, Hwanwoong squeezed his eyes closed and let out an agonised whimpering sound as his release burst from him and showered over her trapped body. Collapsing down next to her in an exhausted heap, Hwanwoong sleepily opened his eyes. Gazing dreamily up towards the ceiling he addressed Neoma, 'You will have to take those rags off now' he concluded smugly.