Made to kill, Meant to Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I'm really a headstrong person. I'm not understanding why I am not, why I wasn't when he was trying to kill me. Why? I woke up nearly an hour ago and I've been plotting a way to escape. I have to be very quiet because he is still asleep. I slip out of the bed and crawl over to the door. I reach my hand to the knob and try to turn it. To my luck it twists and I part the door. I get back to my feet and walk a step out the door before I feel a presence behind me. Crap! I turn to see him being furious with his arms across his bare chest. I cant help but to look  up and down it a couple of times.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asks harshly. Be brave, be headstrong. You're way stronger than this. Show him you aren't a weak little angel. "I'm leaving." I say straining. "The hell you are." he says walking towards me. "Or what? What are you going to do?" I ask with too much force, a force that may get me into deeper trouble than before. His hands grab me up by the shoulders and pull me closer to him. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head to one side. His mouth comes near my neck and I feel the warmth of his lips. His mouth opens slightly and I feel his teeth graze my sensitive skin. His teeth dig down into my neck and he bites me, hard, drawing blood. When he gets done he sucks a little of the blood, I scream.

"You marked me!" I yell at him holding my neck, wincing in pain. "I sure did, and now you can't leave. You are mine. I am your dominate. And you will do what I say when  say it or you will be punished. You are mine. Do you now understand me?" he asks too bluntly.

"I am no ones, and I will never obey you." I yell over to him.  "You will now be punished." he says and is holding onto my body in mere seconds. He pushes me down onto the bed and opens a drawer beside him. He pulls out a pair of silver handcuffs, and cuffs my wrists together around one of the bars.  I pull against them hearing the clanking sound. "Let me go!" I yell at him. He reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a blue rag. He lifts my head up and ties it around my head tightly, blackening my vision. "No! Please! No!" I beg. "Shhh." I hear him whisper in my ear, his lips brushing my lobe slightly. "My mark hurts so bad. Please! Stop!" "I'll fix that" he says and I feel his mouth on my collar bone. He begins sucking on it and biting it lightly. He starts up, going to my mark. When his lips brush it I moan involuntarily. I suck a deep breath in the back of my throat and hear him chuckle. He sucks hard letting his tongue roll across the raw flesh. My back arches up and I squirm.  "Feels good doesn't it?" he asks lowly. I nod and feel him tugging at my shorts. "No!" I say. "Please, No! Stop! Don't!" and obeying me, me lifts his hands back up to my face caressing it. He kisses my mark once again and removes my blindfold. "You are mine, angel." he whispers.

He releases me form the cuffs and I sit up. "Please, explain." I say and he shakes his head. "Can you at least tell me why you stopped when I asked?" I ask. He sighs. "I respect that part of you' he says. "Well, if I'm being forced to stay here, can I at least know a little about you? Like, your name?"

"Call me Derek." he says looking to the side. "Tell me about yourself." I say. "There's nothing to tell." he says and I laugh. "There is a lot to tell!" I say. "Well, my name is Derek. Uh, I live in hell. And I've found my mate. That's about it." I roll my eyes. "I am not your mate. But tell me your favorite food, color and stuff like that." I say. "Steak and black. Is that it?" I roll my eyes once more. "Soo." I start off. "Do you have a girlfriend? Or parents? Or friends?' I asks awkwardly. He chuckles. "It's none of your business." he says. "Actually it is. I am your mate and you will tell me." His eyes widen at my words, and so did mine. Did I actually just admit to being his mate? I look from side to side and then at Derek. "I guess there's only one way to find out." I whisper. Our heads move toward each other slowly. When the tips of our noses touch I suck in a breath. My eyes close and our lips brush each other. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. My back falls on the bed and Derek hovers over me without breaking the kiss. He bites my lip making me gasp. He plunges him tongue in and it swirls with mine. His mouth tastes delicious and I pull him closer. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and licks every inch of my mouth with his tongue. My hand grasps a lock of his hair and tugs. He groans and I smirk. I pull a little harder and he comes closer. I lick his lips and across his teeth. I nibble his lip and break for air. I gasp filling in my lungs with much needed oxygen. We look in each others eyes for a long peaceful moment. "Mate." he whispers.

I nod my head. "Mate." I whisper back.