Unbound (On Hold)

8. Kira

I couldn't believe it. The one and only Azrael Vasilios held me hostage cause he was highly delusional with some absurd fact that I belonged to him. As soon as he entered the room my head turned towards him and my brain stopped working.

He looked like a god in disguise of an evil man. He was fanciable. Raven hair falling on his forehead. White shirt with splatters of blood on it. He was tall, atleast a foot longer than me. He held a bottle of water and some syringes. My vision zeroed on his face again, his features were almost celestial. A light stubble on his chin. A chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, his eyes were pools of whiskey which instantly compels you towards them, thick long lashes shadowed them magnificent eyes, his lips were so lush and full.

My eyes moved again, on his chest now, some shirts buttons were undone which gave me a peak of his toned pecs, he was all bulk and muscles which were threatening to tear out of the tight shirt, a gigantic man indeed. Unlike every other tan macho man he was rather pale, just like me, moving my gaze down a little lower, I tracked his torso, I'm sure it must be packed with toned abs, but I wanted to see it. My eyes narrowed on his crotch, he had a fucking hard on, he was turned on by me as much as I was by him, it was so visible, I gulped, nipple peaking instantly, he seemed big.

"Staring is rude." Oh! I'm busted, his low and oh so deep voice bringing me back to my not so good present. This was my supposed to be stalker and I was thinking about how long his cock was, something is definitely wrong with me. God! Why me?. He drawled towards me and bending down stabbed a syringe in Marco's neck. Ketamine, I guess. I needed to know his name.

"Who are you?" I asked him, ignoring the part where he caught me staring. His eyes were wide as if I asked him something wrong. As if he didn't expect me to ask such a foolish question.

"Azrael Vasilios." He said pronouncing each syllable very clearly and slowly as if making a period statement. I was indeed surprised cause, his tone held some promise yet it was mind-bogging for me. The way his grasped my chin, my teeth were digging in my gums hurting me. But I didn't seen to mind it.

"And I'm lady gaga." I said chuckling masking my strain behind the queer sound.

"Come on you are The Azrael Vasilios. If you are then don't you think you're doing a grave mistake keeping me hostage, Mr. Vasilios." I've got some nerves if I was threatening the king of America. I felt more confident and raised by brow at him.

"Wanna see something, rose?"  He asked and suddenly turned my chair towards the mirror, my eyes were zoomed on his relaxed and alluring face. He tipped my chin down towards the mirror. I was flabbergasted. I had trails of red fucking hickeys from the top of either side of my neck till the swell of my breasts. Light handprint marred my thighs. The fucker devoured me while I was out, disgust crept in me. I was not a fan of somnophilia. How dare he, without my consent. He fucking marked me.

"What the fuck? Why in the living hell am I covered in fucking hickies all over my fucking upper body?" I asked, my voice laced with anger and disgust.

He ignored my prompt and bent down at my ear, his breath fanning against my ear, a shiver ran down my body. It's been so long since any man affected me so much, I was watching us in the mirror, my legs and hands cuffed, I was at his mercy, his tongue drawn out licking the shell of my ear, my skin erupted in goosebumps, this was bad, but I was getting so wet, I almost needed it. I should fight him, I would but not now, I wanted to savour this before it was gone.

"What did you say, love?"  What? I forgot, he looked at me, instantly noticing my nipples, still looking at me through the mirror, his hand drifted towards them and slightly brushed his fingers on them, it was such a light brush still I felt so hot, every inch of my skin was on fire. They hurt so bad, begging for more attention, he bent down again and then, I did it. I bit him so hard he bled, on his ear if I may. A wave of satisfaction gushed through me.