Burn Me Right

Chapter 38

"What are you thinking?" he asked, kissing her neck with a grin.

Autumn had no answer to give. What would she even say? She fell into the hands of dangerous men. She knew about Zyler, but she didn't know about Matt. What he does or what he even is. What did he do? And if a man like Zyler could lie to him, what did that mean for her?

"Autumn," his voice turned desperate. "What are you thinking?"

She stared at him, her eyes guarded and wary, struggling to control her emotions. Every fiber of her being wanted to lash out at him. But she didn't.

Zyler's fingers traced the line of her jaw, and he whispered in her ear, "Are you thinking about Matt? About what I told you?"

Autumn shivered under his touch and the softness in his voice. This side of him was new to her. She had only known the rough, domineering Zyler, who was almost monster-like in his intensity.

She met his gaze, searching for something in his dark eyes. There was a tenderness there that she had never seen before, and it made her heart skip a beat, not in excitement, but doubt. She wondered if this was the real Zyler or just another mask he wore to manipulate her.

"As much as I love to lie and fake things, whatever I told you about Matt was true," he caged her more into the wall, pressing himself all into her being. She felt as if he was trying to mingle her body with his.

"Why am I even here?" she probed.

"Ah! My little Dahlia is curious now, is she?" Zyler clamped his teeth on her shoulder, shaking with a need to both bring pleasure and draw blood from her body. She hissed, her body turning rigid. Why does he keep biting her?

"This pretty little head overthinks, doesn't it?" he tapped her temple with his forefinger. "Don't ask too many questions. Enjoy the ride, and I promise to make it worthwhile." He leaned in further, and his breath tickled her ear. "I'm a man of my word, after all." He resumed his assault, digging his teeth deeper into her shoulder, sucking on the flesh along with her bra straps.

"If it concerns me. I have the right to know," she demanded with the same arrogance. He took the elastic band into his mouth, tautening it before releasing it with a sharp snap against her shoulder. She flinched, feeling the pain as the tight straps dug into her skin like a million needles.

"Why do you torture these so much, baby?" he squeezed them with desire while eating her neck up. "You pack them in tight," he wrung her boobs like he tried to squeeze their life out. She couldn't believe how brazenly he acted without decency or self-restraint.

His Dahlia has a way of pushing all of his buttons. His sucking, biting, and digging sounds echoed in the room. Her mind rushed into chaos, imagining the worst. If someone walked in, she would be royally rotten.

"Ignorance is bliss, Autumn. I would love to keep you in bliss, be it with my tongue or my fingers," he trailed his fingers to her creamy thighs. She clutched his forearm, asking him to stop. "You overthink and ask too many questions, and that's what got my attention in the first place, don't you know?" His warm voice chuckled.

She wanted to ask more, to ask him to let her go, but memories of him holding a gun to her head remained fresh in her mind. "In my world, people who ask questions and dig for information disappear without a trace," a warning stood clear in his tone.
"But you should be careful, Autumn," he warned, his voice low and ominous.

"Because once something belongs to me, it never belongs to anyone else. And I will do whatever it takes to protect what's mine." He held her gaze steadily.

"Even if Satan is after it," he finished the sentence and moved away, a thin thread of saliva connecting his mouth to her shoulders.

Autumn hesitated momentarily before asking, "How do I avoid becoming yours?" as if she knew the answer but still needed to hear it.