Toxic Cure

"I'm not afraid of you," I tried to say confidently.

He smirked while placing his hands on my hips.

My breathing stopped for a few seconds but then continued when I remembered my goal was to be courageous. He licked a spot on my neck, and I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He gently wrapped a hand around my neck.

"You might sound confident, but I can taste the fear," he whispered into my ear.

His voice was very intimidating and almost sent tingles down my spine. ALMOST. But I was done being afraid of this monster. I was done feeling inferior to him.

"There's no doubt that you taste fear. Here's the real question: is it my fear that you taste, or is it yours?" I asked bravely.

I gasped when he tightened his hold a little and pinned me to the wall. I stared into his cold eyes as he stared into mine. He smirked when our breathing came to a match. Then he did the last thing I would expect: he kissed me.

Warning: This story has mature contents.