Limerance

Chapter 57

You pushed akira out of the way in frustration and paced out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Hikaru called out, puzzled by your sudden departure.

Akira caught your hand and pulled you back to stop you. You glared at him. "Room. I am going to pick up Kyo."

You thought your cat must have woken up by now. Akira smirked and said, "I am coming. I forgot the picnic sheets in your room. Let's go."

Hikaru blinked in suspicion. "You did? You forgot something?"

"Did I not just say that? You both prepare the rest of the snacks while we retrieve the little rascal and sheets." Akira grabbed your hand tight and pulled you toward your room.

It was different than Hikaru's. The blonde's grip, despite being tight, was always playful. Akira's grip seemed cruel. You could feel his nails digging into your wrist, but you said nothing. His mood did not seem natural. You could tell he was angry—angry at you.

Something is wrong...

You finally crossed Subaru's room. Your door was now visible. Akira halted just before reaching the door of your room. You assumed it was to scan his finger, but his nails dug deeper into your skin, causing you to wince in pain.

"Ahh, what... Akira—"

He pinned your hands above your head with one hand while pushing you against the wall, positioning both of his legs between yours. Your eyes widened as fear took hold.

"Akira, stop—"

"Are you that easy, Doll?" he asked, his tone soft. "You were never easy on me. Why do you let them touch you like that? Why do you give them your time? You smile at them. But not me."

His eyes slowly started to turn red as he continued. "It belongs to me. Your smile, your time, your laughter. I am the only one who is allowed to see that." His voice grew raspier. "Who do you think you are to decide who to smile at? You can't do that without my permission."

You glared at him, not uttering a single word, making him even more enraged. You could hear your cat scratching at the metal door, sensing Akira's intentions.

"Do you understand, Doll?" he thundered.

"No, I don't. I am not your doll to control, so stop thinking so highly of yourself. You are no king on a pedestal." You struggled against his grip, which only tightened upon hearing your defiant words. "Let go of me, you asshole!"

He laughed, his laughter pricking your ears like nails being driven into your body. His smile turned into a smirk. "I always knew you were a tough nut to crack. But don't you think you need to be punished for that, Doll?"

Before you could react, he yanked down your turtleneck shirt, exposing your skin to the cool air.

His eyes were far from pretty at this moment. You remembered the scene back in the alleyway. His mouth connected with your skin, and his teeth sank into your flesh, drawing blood.

He clamped down his free hand on your mouth, making it impossible for you to scream. Your muffled cries could barely be heard as you felt him licking the wound he made.

A sharp sting radiated from your collarbone as his teeth bit down again, sending a wave of pain through your body.

Finally, he met your gaze, his lips stained with your crimson blood. He licked it off his mouth as if it were a delicacy.

His smirk filled you with contempt and fear. Your body trembled under his gaze ,feeling utterly trapped and powerless. His grip on your wrist tightened, making the pain almost unbearable.