Adea
The sensible voice in my head is yelling at him and this situation I’ve put myself in. Usually, the voice in my head is Korra but not this time. My conscious is telling me that it’s not too late. It’s demanding that I slap Shane across the face and leave him in this office. It’s demanding I march my stupid ass back home to my mate where I belong.
It screams that I need to get on my knees and beg Ethan to forgive me for all of the shitty things I’ve said and to apologize for thinking I could have for a second believed I could take. care of this on my own.
While another voice is telling me that I’m doing what I need to do. Assuring me that I’ve made the right decision and this is the right path. It’s telling me to stay still and kiss him back. It’s telling me this is what I need to do.
It’s the reasoning behind the latter that makes me doubt myself. Is it because it’s a part of the plan or is it because I want to do what my abuser wants. Is there a dark sick and twisted part of me that likes this, that wants him?
Before I can let myself dive too deeply into that, I decide to listen to the latter. Why? Because if I were to slap him or fight against him, that would only show him that I’m still the same girl.
Even if I fought against him, what would that do? It would be another stupid move added to the roster of Adea’s stupid moves. Shane would easily restrain me and I want him to think I want to be here. I want him to think I’ve chosen him. I could hold my own against Shane now but that would only hinder the plan and cause suspicion.
Ignoring the whisper that demands I slap, fight, or at least struggle against him, I slowly lift my hands. I slide them up along his defined chest and wrap them around his neck. Shane groans in approval and I force my body to relax.
I lean into his kiss and return his eagerness with a hint of my own. The way he’s looking at me feels as if he’s got the upper hand as if he’s the one pulling the strings here. It’s just like when we were in the gym and in the library. No, we can’t have that. I need to wipe that look off his face.
I wrap my mouth around his tongue and suck hard. Shane’s hand tightens around my throat and he searches my gaze. I hold my chin high and stare at him defiantly. I pull his lip into my mouth and I bite down until I draw blood.
There’s a rumbling in Shane’s chest and I know I made the right move. I can’t call out checkmate but I’m slowly making my way across the chest board, knocking out every pawn or wall down as I go. He liked it. His eyes are still closed as I release his lip and lean back.
I wait for them to open. My tongue darts out and slides along my bottom lip. His eyes track the movement. The metallic tang is on my tongue. Good. I’ve made him bleed. This is only the first step in my vengeance. I’ve barely made a dent in Shane’s armor but this is only the beginning.
Shane is unsure as he stares back at me. H sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and when he releases it, his fingers lightly touch the red puffy area. I know he doesn’t trust me yet but I’m not blind. I know the look in his eyes, it’s one that says he’s dangerously close to the edge.
Right now, he’s thinking with his dick and not his mind. His grip around my neck tightens but I don’t bat an eye. I hold his gaze as I feel the pressure he’s applying to my throat, as it gets harder to breathe and as spots dance across my vision. I stare up at him with my chin held high. Shane leans forward until his lips are against my ear.
“Do you like wearing my hand like a necklace?” He asked.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Mmm, normally this would turn me on and I’m not going to lie, it did. It’s just… lust isn’t the only thing you’ve brought out of me.”
“Oh?”
“No, so tell me this, Ady. Who taught you all of these new things?” Shane growled. He turns his head and our eyes lock. His are a deep black hole. “You are not as sweet as I remember. Don’t get me wrong, I love that fuck me look in your eyes. I just can’t help but wonder who’s made you like this?”
His grip on my throat tightens and it’s hard to inhale enough air. “I’m a jealous man and I’m not stupid enough to think your pathetic alpha hasn’t taken what’s rightfully mine.”
“I’ve never been yours, Shane.” Before he can go all Alpha bat shit crazy on me, I lean forward.
“Why don’t you tell me? You’re the one who bruised my lips, you’re the one sitting in front of me with his hand on my throat. You’re the one who’s got my full attention right now, so, why don’t you tell me who’s made me this way, Alpha?”
Boom.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s not how this works but damn you’re good. What do you want, Sweet Ady?” He moved back so we were inches apart.
“Aren’t you asking the wrong question?” I shot back. “Isn’t the right question, why am I here?”
His hand disappeared from my neck as he leaned back. He let out a deep breath as he watched me. I fought the urge to lift my hands to touch where he’d just squeezed. His arms lay on the arms rests as his back touched the chair.