Fatal Bite (EDITING)

(21) Taking Control

Chapter 21

Taking Control

~

Hannah awoke the next morning feeling rough; she tried to move her limbs but pain shot through her sides as she did. Wincing, she peeled off her top and stared at the bruises that were appearing on her pale skin. She could clearly see the little blue circles from where Lucien’s grip had tightened on her the more she tried to struggle and get free.

Shivering, she pushed away the memory of Lucien’s tongue entering her mouth unwillingly as he pushed himself on her. He hadn’t shown any signs of stopping, he seemed too engrossed in running his hands all over her body; he didn’t even seem deterred as Hannah had kicked him in the shin repeatedly. In fact, it only seemed to make him growl more as he kissed her furiously, pushing himself between her legs. He had eventually given up when she bit down on his tongue for the fifth time, muttering to himself as he tied her to a chair.

She heard the door opening and she looked hastily up only for her gaze to meet Lucien’s hungry stare. She looked away quickly; a sudden feeling of nausea filling over her and her body began to shake – not from fear, but from disgust.

“You look a mess,” he said, walking towards her and placing his hand roughly on her chin, pulling her head up to meet his eyes.

“I think you’ll find you were the cause of that,” she snapped, glaring at him coldly. “If you don’t like how I look, next time keep your hands to yourself!”

“Why would I do that when you enjoy my touch?” he asked, grinning as he lent closer to her. Hannah grimaced and moved back as far as she could in the chair.

She nodded sarcastically. “Yeah, because I really enjoy having your disgusting tongue shoved down my throat,” she hissed and Lucien retracted slightly shaking his head.

“Sarcasm really isn’t going to get you in my good books,” he whispered, running his hand down her face and cupping her cheek tenderly.

She scoffed. “I don’t care what you think of me! You are disgusting and nothing you ever do would make me think otherwise!”

Lucien sighed, running his hands through his dark brown hair and turned to face the wall. He knocked his head against the wall, not even flinching as the wall began to crumble under the impact. “YOU IDIOT!” he cried over and over again.

Hannah felt a pang of sympathy run through her as she watched him slide down against the wall with his head in his hands. It scared her to see the tears that had begun to trickle down his cheeks as he sobbed into his hands.

“Lucien?” she whispered, watching him intently as his shoulders shook.

He sniffed and looked up at her, his eyes red and puffy. He drew in a sharp intake of breath as he tried to control his sobs. Sighing, he drew his knees to his chest and rocked himself back and forth. “You look so much like her,” he whispered, taking in her flawless skin and light blue eyes.

“Who?” Hannah asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“My girlfriend,” he replied, shaking his head quickly as he choked on his words. “You remind me of her.”

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Lucien tensed and looked quickly down at the floor. Closing his eyes shut, he tried to ignore the screams that were ringing inside his brain – Harriet’s screams. “They killed her ...” he whispered finally, meeting Hannah’s gaze.

“Why?”

“I got myself into deep shit and they dragged her into it too,” he growled, his fists curling into balls. “I refused to work for him and he didn’t like that, so the next thing I knew Harriet and I were taken to this very shack and tortured for hours, until I finally bonded myself to being his servant. I had to do something to save her, but they killed her anyway,” he shouted, springing to his feet. “THEY FUCKING SHOT HER!”