Marabella
“Speak, Marabella! Where’s that fucking confidence gone now?! You had no problem flaunting Jonah in front of me like some whore, and now what? You are too fucking scared to speak?” Kyan screams in my face, his grip on my arms becomes bone-crushing as he shakes me. I push him, trying to make him let go as my own anger rages through me. Kyan growls as he is forced to let go.
“A whore? You have the audacity to call me a whore when you just kissed that skank in front of me for what you think I did or didn’t do! I kissed someone I love!” I spit at him.
“So you know how it fucking feels! Funny how offended you fucking get when the tables are turned! Do you think I enjoy seeing you with Jonah? Do you have any idea how much that fucking hurts?” He grabs both my arms, his hands shake and the heat of them burns my skin. His grip is painfully tight, making me cry out.
“Probably the same way it hurts not being wanted by the one person who is meant to want you! The same way it feels every time you fucking push me away and reject me without rejecting me!” I yell at him, shoving him off. “Don’t pretend like this isn’t your fault! You’re the one who hates me and wants me gone! So just reject me so I can just be happy! I’m tired of this too!” I have been trying to consider his feelings. Out there, I was trying!
Kyan laughs, the sound is manic, and his laughter scares me more than his yelling. There’s something sinister and dangerous in it. He almost sounds unhinged.
“Reject you? I told you I was doing that for you; I am not safe to be with Marabella! You know it, I know it, your fucking mother knows it! Yet you’re still too fucking stupid to get that! If you think making out with Jonah in front of me is going to fucking change anything, then you are wrong. But you know what? You want a mate?” he asks as his eyes flicker and turn a blood-red color. He takes a step toward me and I take one back. “That’s what you want, right?” Kyan snarls while taking his jacket off.
His eyes are trained on me as they skim over me. Startled, I step away from him as fear courses through me and my eyes dart toward the door. Kyan starts to unbutton his shirt, popping the buttons one by one.
“What are you doing Kyan? You’re drunk. Just leave,” I stammer out as even more fear rises within me.
“No, you won’t listen. You want your mate? I am giving you what you fucking want! Maybe then, you will fucking see how fucking dangerous I am!” He snarls, reaching for me.
I take another step back and glance at the door. For a brief second, I wonder what my chances of escape are. And then, I give up on thinking, I just run.
Adrenaline pounds through my veins as flight and fight kick in, and I choose flight, knowing I am no match for the monster he is capable of being. I am near the door when he catches me, his arms wrap around my waist. I clutch the door frame when he rips me away and tosses me on the couch. My head snaps back, sending shooting pain through my neck as he towers over me.
“This is what you want, Marabella?” he snarls, undoing his belt.
This isn’t happening… no! My heart thunders as I aim a kick at him, but he grabs my ankle, shoving it down, and presses his knee on my thigh, holding me in place. I struggle to push him off, but he just applies more pressure, his knee digging into my thigh. I whimper, but I don’t stop trying. The worst comes to mind.
“What is wrong Mara? Not gentle enough?” he taunts, and for a second, I don’t recognize the man in front of me. His otherwise handsome face twists into something vicious and I can tell he wants to hurt me just to prove a point.
“I fucking warned you, but no, you don’t fucking listen, you want a monster, then I will give you a fucking monster!” he growls, making goosebumps rise on my skin.
I try to kick him off, but he grabs my legs. His touch burns and thrills despite what he is doing or trying to do. My body wants him and craves his touch. Struggling, I try to rip my gloves off. Kyan reaches for my hands, and we struggle as he tries to pin them back.
“Your magic won’t save you, Ella; we are made of the same power. Your power is useless on me!” Kyan snarls, ripping the gloves off himself. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he pushes my skirt up.
“No, Kyan!” I scream.
“You wanted this!” he snarls. His hand grips my panties and the fabric tears. The sound of tearing fabric is loud in the room.
“Kyan!” I yell when his lips crash down on mine. He bites my lip, hard, making it bleed. His tongue forces its way into my mouth and all I can taste is whiskey and my blood.
I dig my nails into his arms, trying to shove him off when his lips move to my neck, biting and nipping, making me cry out from the burn sensation only for him to run his tongue across each mark, making the stupid bond flare. I moan.
“Is this what you want?” he repeats, ripping my cami. His teeth slice through my breast when his hand cups between my legs and he squeezes.
“No, please no more,” I plead, but he doesn’t listen. Instead, his hand moves, and he shoves his finger in.
My eyes widen, and I choke, feeling that his claws have slipped out. A strangled noise leaves my lips, and I thrash beneath him when I feel them retract. The sharp piercing pain leaves, but my inner walls throb with the assault, stinging. I struggle against him, smacking him. He snarls, his finger leaves my body, and he grabs both wrists and pins them above my head in one of his hands.
His hand moves back between my legs and Kyan groans, sliding his finger in and then out of me.