"I am not used to losing. Never had," he uttered, glaring at her reddish face that was wet with tears.
"But if by any slight mistake someone dared to even touch a single hair on your head without my permission, I would lose." His intense gaze becam...
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BOOK TWO.
~Prologue~
He flashed her a demonic smirk after turning her face back in his way, "then tell me," staring down at her with his jaws shut tight, he asked, "Who are you more scared of?"
"I beg you. Leave me," she tried to fight his deadly grip but, to no avail. "I am scared." Her struggle was getting violent.
"You are scared?"
She nodded at him fatuously. Because she was. She was hurt, angry and embarrassed, and afraid and helpless.
"From whom?"
"Y-you!"
He gave out a booming laugh. By which she jumped at the suddenness of it.
"Me or them?" His eyes were colder than that of a glacier's. "You are afraid of me after I just told you about how merciless those people are?"
She flinched at the tone of his voice as her ansty eyes wandered away from him, fearfully.
"Y-you."
"Why?"
"Because you are hurting me more than them!"
At her horrified sob, he slackened his hold on her completely. Eventually leaving the name of her neck from behind, entirely. Her tears tasted salty when they dipped in her parted mouth.
It was an abuse of power and strength and such a sadistic move that she wanted to scream in his face about it being not normal! So not normal!
"I am not used to losing. Never had," he uttered, glaring at her reddish face that was wet with tears. "But if by any slight mistake someone dared to even touch a single hair on your head without my permission, I would lose." His intense gaze became deep. "And when I lose," moving closer until she was just a breath away from him, he ended, "my loss is another's invitation of death."
Her eyes got bigger and wider.
"I will burn this very fucking city down if I have to."
She backed herself feeling totally empty to think of anything. In the middle of everything happening, her wound was torn open. The same wound which was caused by him only. A week ago.
"And I mean every word I say." His warmth-radiating fingers on her jaws burnt her skin when he tilted her chin further to have her glazed eyes on him.
Not being able to form any coherent words, she stood there trembling with what he had just said. It left an impact on her brain. She sensed her heart being dropped inside her chest. His words were harsher than he ever used on her before. It was shocking to hear him say something like staking a claim on an inanimate object. Like he indeed was doing to her now. As if she was one of many possessions of his. As if she somehow became a pet of his that he was ordering around to do, knowing what was best for her. But she was not an object, no. She was a living breathing human being with emotions!
She was a person!
"What are you saying?"
"Whatever you are giving attention to is exactly what I am saying."
His shadow was much more prominent than she had ever noticed before. His eyes drank her in, which reflected the emotions that her eyes portrayed. Out of all the emotions that she felt, the shock was the most prominent among them. Whereas, his eyes shone with blended darkness. Watching him, a feeling of premonition took place inside her mind. The thoughts engulfed her in a never-ending ray of darkness.
Shifting her eyes to the emotionless face that kept on watching her, it made her heart skip a beat.
Their eyes remained connected.
He scrutinised her.
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Finally, we start the journey of book- two! Aren't we?
P.S— Please make sure you read book one from the link given in my bio before you start this journey.
