Fight Back (Third Book To Total Control)

Is it different?

Your POV

My eyes peeked open to the sight of Dark, inches away from my face. His head was rested in the crook of my neck while his arms were wrapped around my waist. For a moment he almost looked human. I had to remind myself that he wasn't, and that he was Dark, not anyone else. It was honestly a bit cute.
"Look at the all-powerful demon, cuddled up like a kid" I mumbled to myself.
"If you need a reminder, I'll be happy to oblige" he grumbled in a groggy morning voice, flashing a grin, showing his pointed teeth. Though his eyes were still shut, I felt a shill run up my spine, and not the good kind.
"I'm kidding baby doll" he said, now opening his eyes. I remained silent, casting my gaze elsewhere. I felt his hand bring my face level to his again.
"What's wrong?" he asked, seemingly worried.
"Nothing" I replied.
But, if I was being honest, he still scares the shit out of me. He breathed a sigh as if he didn't believe my answer. He brushed it off, but kept looking at me. It creeped me out to be fair, who wouldn't be if there were a pair of black and red eyes staring at you.

I don't know why but he felt cold, not his temperature, that's always cold. Just something about his demeanor was chilling. It felt off. Waking up with him next to for the past 2 weeks, he never gave off this chill. It was usually warm, almost comforting, call me crazy but he was.
Even when I jumped awake from nightmares, he'd comfort me. Granted they were about him.
He was just nice. I don't know if he could see my dreams like how he can read my thoughts. They're both in my head so why wouldn't it be possible. He has never gave any hint of knowing but you never know with him what he hides.

He was just still looking at me, creepily.
I cleared my throat,

"Umm...we should get up" I said but he just pulled me back down, holding and pinning me tightly. And it was not in the playful way.

"What's the rush, doll?" he said, grinning widely.
"Dark, stop it!" I demanded. But he didn't listen. He held onto my wrist firmly at the sides of my head. He climbed over me and sat over my thighs.

"Dark! What're you doing? Stop!" I yelled but he didn't stop.

"Shh, hush now doll" he said softly, but not comfortingly.
"Dark, Stop it!" I shouted, but it felt like my voice bounced off the walls and back to me. The pressure on my right hand lifted only for a hard smack on my face to be felt, then he returned his hand holding down mine.
"I said Shut up" he reiterated.

My head remained turned to the side as a tear seeped out from my eyes, trickling down my cheek.
"Doll? I'm sorry, but you know you have to listen to me" he stated calmly.
I still didn't look at him. 
"Look at me" he said, I didn't move. 
"Look at me!" he shouted. I gulped and turned my face to him.
"Dark, please. What's happening? Why are yo-"
"Stop! Being so stubborn" he yelled. His voice sounded layered, deeper than usual and I could've sworn I saw him split in two for a split second.

He was scaring me, more than usual. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't fight him off. I was too weak and he seemed stronger than the last time we fought. I did the only thing I could think of.
"Wilford!! Wilford, Anti, help!" I screamed but I heard no response. Dark became more angered.
"So you call for them now!" he grimaced.
I could feel my body start shaking from fear. I couldn't do anything to help myself. I even tried to fight back, but I couldn't gain any access to whatever ability I had. I was helpless.
"I have no choice, you're scaring me, Dark" I tried to reason. He looked menacing, it wasn't working. He looked like he did five years ago, purely evil and only having one objective in mind. Kill. I couldn't look at him, I screwed my eyes shut tightly, hoping he would come to his senses.

I heard nothing but my heavy breaths and my heartbeat. I could still feel his eyes on me. I couldn't process what was going on. I was just praying it was another nightmare. But it felt so real. Something told me it wasn't just a nightmare.
"Please don't hurt me Dark" I said, my voice breaking almost. I felt his breath in my face and before I could think anything, I felt his lips pressed on mine. I was still scared of him. I still felt the fear in me. But it was like another part of me wanted it. Like it. Found it sweet and comforting. I don't know what I was feeling.