CHAPTER 16 :

God knows how much trouble I'm in. I feel my legs wobble, as my body is trying to give away.

"Listen, Mr. Dark, switch on the lamp. We can talk about it." I propose, with sweat trickling down my forehead.

"Sure." His voice is chillingly quiet, and I know that it's the calm before a storm.

He quickly switches on the lamp, and finally, he comes in sight.

A black cape, revealing almost all of his perfectly sculpted chest, and black leather pants which clings to his legs. His hair is copper brown, tousled and unruly. A part of which, beautifully hangs above his forehead, as his eyes glitter like a firament in the dim light of the lamp.

“If I could write the beauty of your eyes, and in fresh number, number your graces, the age to come would say — tis poet lies. Such heavenly touches ne‘er touched earthly faces.” I am reminded of Shakespeares's sonnet, as I desperately try to make myself focus.

"Why, thank you. Shakespeare does have the best sonnets." He speaks, with a dangerous smile playing on his lips. What? How? How did he...Is he reading my mind? But how?

"Yes, I am. I drank a bit of your blood, when you were in the cell. It's one of my special abilities. I can read minds of the people who I have fed on." He comes closer and closer to me as he speaks every word.

Shit, I can barely imagine how much trouble I'm. He intimidates me, which makes it tougher for me to form a coherent sentence in his presence.

"Where were you gone? Daemon Grey, if you wanna live, I suggest you to speak the truth." His is very close to me now.

I swallow the lump formed in my throat, as I say, "I was um..snooping for clues."

"Very good, right answer." He smiles at me. Damn, I can tell, he's mad, very mad.

"Next question : who were you snooping with?" He asks, taking another step close to me. His movements aren't boding well to me.

"With...umm...Uh...Alex Connor." I reply, averting my gaze towards the floor.

He nods his approval, as he takes out a dagger from the back pocket. Okay, people, I'm going to be officially dead. I wish I could say my final goodbyes to my grandmother.

"No, I'm not going to kill you with this." He admires the knife, caressing it in the dimly lit atmosphere.

"Next question : what exactly were you doing with Alex Connor, BEFORE you went snooping around?" I can sense that the inclination of the questions are going straight downhill.

"Uh..I was....Um....Nothing." I can sense the falter in my voice, as he takes another step closer to me.

"Second chance. If you want your friend Jamie to live, answer my question, and answer only the truth, because I'll know." He shifts his leg between mine. The fuck he's doing?

"I...um..well, ugh...kind of...kissed....ah, Alex." I mumble, as I see his expression hardens.

He further steps closer to me, as he pins me against the wall, and puts two of his hands on the wall, with me surrounded by him on all sides. Oh no. This is not going to go well for me. But, why the hell is he even pissed?

"I'm pissed at you, because, I. Don't. Share. Daemon. Grey." He emphasises each word, his voices comes out as a loud whisper.

"What....do you...mean?" I murmur, clearly nervous about him being so close.

He gives me a devilish grin, and says, "Means, for the 6 months, that you're with me, You. Belong. To. Me." He chuckles, sensing my fear.

He brings his face closer to me, so close that it's not even a few inches away from mine.

"Perhaps, I'm a bit too indecent?"

"A bit too cold? A bit too rich? A bit too possessive, for you not to be so nervous around me?"

He shifts his leg in between mine, as it brushes against my crotch. I stifle a moan.

"Mr. Dark.....it's not—" I trail off, failing to find words suitable for the situation I'm in.

"I don't share, Mr. Grey. My statement stands." With him so close to me, I can finally realise how much I want him. I've wanted him since day one. But, he kept pushing me away. For some reason, that I'm not even aware of.

He trails his fingers along the contours of my face, and brings them to rest on my lips. He parts my lips with his fingers, as I see his pupils dilate as they change to a darker shade of red. He pushes himself forward, as he furthers pins me against the wall, and kisses me hard.

My hands instinctively travel up to his back, feeling his bare skin under the black cape. His tongue intertwines with mine, as my grip on him hardens. The kiss, almost consumes me. Passion, adventure and danger is all I've ever wanted.