Chapter 43

The Predator

She winced and I let my lips curl. The defiance, the fire, and the burning rage in her eyes turned me on. How much I’d love to stomp on the remnants of her courage. The brave face she put forward though she was nothing.

Eyes fervently locked on mine, refusing to look away. Brave little thing, but I could see the fear hiding behind that defiance. It thrilled me and sent a shiver down my spine. Hell, I wanted to break her.

I leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiating off her trembling body. Her scent filled my nostrils—fear and something else. Something sweeter. I could almost taste it. My tongue traced my lips, savouring the thought of what was to come.

“Still fighting?” I whispered, letting my breath tickle her ear. Her eyes widened slightly, just a flicker, but I caught it. She was scared, oh yes, but still trying to hold on. Pathetic. Beautiful. She didn’t know that resistance made it all the more enjoyable.

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