“I will fight you. I won’t be your prisoner forever. I will get away from you, and when I do…” She let the threat trail off.
“You’ll what? Throw fucking books at me? Shampoo? Conditioner? Trust me, Red, you’ll never escape me. Ever. I’m not someone who plays around, not when I’ve been betrayed. The last person who betrayed me? They ended up gutted, and to this day I skin them myself for their flesh. Look around this room, see those pictures?”
Olivia looked, her eyes skimming the paintings of majestic landscapes that were the only thing to adorn his walls. They were beautiful, masterpieces even.
“Those are a reminder never to trust anyone, except blood, again. I have his flesh painted after it’s been tanned, and then I hang it up where I can see it, to remind me. By some chance, if you do get away, know that I’ll always find you. Besides, Humans can’t access the portals,” he warned. He wanted her terrified; and this? This would scare the shit out of full grown men, let alone his little librarian.
Yeah, so those pictures weren’t so pretty anymore. She cringed and stared up at him. She could feel him pressed against her; he was massive in the size department, and his kiss had jumpstarted an array of emotions that had yet to leave her. Her body had responded to him in a way