Page 3 of Beg for Death (Bloody Desires #8)

I watched him as he moved around the room.

For the third day in a row, he mumbled quietly under his breath and paced to the bathroom, back to the bed, and began again.

His feet shuffled against the dusty floorboards, his shoulders hunched.

He looked like the perfect victim. So soft, stupid, and scared. Prey. He looked like prey.

My tongue dragged over my bottom lip as I stared. He stopped, glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and then kept walking. The only thing he was accomplishing was wearing himself out. I leaned in the open doorway, arms crossed over my chest.

"Enough," I said. "Sit down."

He kept shuffling.

I crossed the room and grabbed a handful of his hair. "Did you hear me, boy?"

"No, sir!" He whimpered. "I'm sorry."

"I don't like repeating myself. Sit down on that bed and shut up. Keep still. If I catch you squirming around I'll beat that pretty little culo, got it?"

Felix nodded up and down quickly. His bottom lip trembled.

Once more he got that look in his eyes like he was going to cry.

His bottom lids all watery as he stared at me with nervous glances.

My cock pulsed in my jeans. He reminded me of Jasper, that same hair, the same shape of their eyes, the only difference was that Felix had an air of innocence about him.

Like a puppy that had been kicked in the head way too many times.

"Stay," I said.

"But I–."

I glared at him. "What did I say?"

Felix went quiet. No, I wasn't going to have that. I grabbed both his cheeks and dug my nails in hard, squishing them inward.

"I asked you a question. What did I say?"

"Stay," he replied, his voice trembling. "I'll stay. I'll be good."

I'll be good.

Three little words and my cock was throbbing. Shit. Who the hell was he? Jasper was nothing like this. Felix's big, honey eyes and shaking bottom lip made me want to hold him down and fuck his pretty mouth until he sobbed.

That is not what I'm here for! Focus!

Right, I was supposed to be getting my revenge.

Not getting off. Prison had been long and isolating though and I had to admit; I was so horny my brain was building up fantasies of the closest person to me right now.

And that was Felix. All Felix. I took another step into the room.

As soon as I crossed the threshold, he shoved back against the iron head board and shook. His eyes fixed on mine. I smiled.

"You running from me, boy?" I asked. "What's the matter? You scared, pequeno?"

Felix shook his head, but his eyes said everything I needed to know. He was terrified. I looked him up and down. He was still dressed in the same clothes from the night I'd taken him. And even though there was a shower, he hadn't used it. I couldn't have that. I snapped my fingers.

"Get up. Strip."

Felix stared at me, his eyes wide. "What?"

"Don't say what to me," I growled. "Do what you're told." I reached down and started undoing my belt. "Or do I need to help you with that?"

His face went pale. Felix shook his head quickly, his hair whipping back and forth.

A soft, shuddery inhale filled the air. He trembled, every inch of his soft belly and thighs jiggling as he finally stood up and quickly started stripping off his clothes.

I watched. The patchwork on his face, vitiligo I was sure it was called, looked creamy pale against his skin that was a shade darker.

He moved swiftly; a t-shirt tossed over his head onto the floor.

Shoes toed off. And finally, he undid his pants, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband.

That was when he realized I hadn't looked away. He blinked up at me.

"Um, I– I need..."

"You don't need shit," I corrected him. "Take off the clothes. Every last bit," I insisted, my accent slipping in, thicker with arousal. "And stand there in front of me. Naked."

Felix's ears and face turned red. It spread down his neck. I watched his hands tremble as he tried to tug his pants down, but they refused to move. When I took a step forward, he jumped and a whimper slipped from his lips. He finally met my gaze and cowered.

"I'm trying, sir," he whispered. "I'm trying."

Something twisted in my guts. "Trying isn't good enough. Do it," I demanded. "Or I'll cut them off of you."

A new wave of horror crashed over his face.

Felix's fingers finally started to work again.

He shoved the jeans down his body along with the dark blue boxers he was wearing.

His soft, pink cock popped out and he quickly grabbed it with his left hand, hiding it away from my view.

That was fine. I took in the view anyway.

"Turn around."

Felix's swallowed thickly. "Please... please don't hurt me. I don't even know what I'm doing here. I–."

"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll stuff my dick in it," I said evenly. "Turn."

The look in Felix's eyes as he fought with himself was intoxicating.

His eyes darted around the room as if someone would emerge from the shadows to come and save him.

But there were no saviors here. Only me; his personal demon.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair when he hesitated for another second.

Turning him around, I shoved him toward the bed.

Felix tripped over the chain that led from his ankle and face planted into the bed.

When he dropped, his ass jiggled in the air. I grinned.

"You move too slow, boy. Here? That's gonna get you killed.

You don't have freedom here. No decisions.

No thoughts," I said as I leaned over his back and pressed two fingers into the side of his skull.

"The only person you have is me. If I tell you to strip?

You fucking strip. If I tell you to turn around?

You turn around. And if I tell you to bend over?

" He whimpered. I grinned. "You damn well better bend over. Do I make myself clear?"

He shivered underneath me. "Y-- yes, sir," he whispered.

"Louder."

"Yes sir!" He choked out.

"Good. Get up. You're going to shower and then you're going to eat." I pushed off of him and headed into the bathroom. Opening the door, I waved. "Everything you need is already in there. Get cleaned up. I'll bring you clothes."

Felix didn't respond, just nodded and shuffled toward the shower stall.

I left him to get clean while I slipped out of the room, locking the door behind me with a heavy key.

Moving into the living room, I glanced around.

I had cleaned out his dorm room the day before.

There were clothes, notebooks, a stuffed bear that looked like it was on the verge of falling apart.

All in all, his left was packed into a duffel bag and a suitcase. I'd left all of his technology behind.

I rifled through the duffel and found a change of clothes.

A pair of simple basketball shorts and a deep green t-shirt.

I moved back into the room after unlocking it.

The water was still going so I slipped into the bathroom and laid the clothes on the counter.

After a few more minutes, I snatched the curtain aside, my patience long gone.

I shut off the water. He shoved himself against the white tiles and panted like a scared animal.

"That's enough. Get out."

"But... but I–."

"Out!" I snapped.

Felix practically tripped over his chain wrapped around his ankle. He nodded quickly and moved, before he tripped again. Shivering, he wrapped his arms around himself.

"I– it's freezing."

"Here," I muttered, shoving a towel at his body. "Dry off and stop complaining."

Felix nodded sharply and started drying himself off.

Once he was done, he laid the towel on the counter and reached for the clothes I had brought in.

The t-shirt slid over his head, but when he reached for the shorts, he hesitated.

I watched as his fingers flexed and curled.

Finally, he picked up the shorts and then looked around.

"What?" I grumbled. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Um.. I don't have... underwear," he muttered. "I need them."

"No you don't."

"Please..."

"Get dressed. Now. You're going to eat and then you're going to shut up again."

My eyes tracked every movement as he picked up the shorts and stared at them.

Slowly, he pushed his legs through them before he dragged them up his waist. I stole one last glimpse of his soft belly before he tugged the shirt back down and glanced away from me.

shy. Like a little deer. Every once in a while, I saw the rebellion, the urge to fight, in his eyes.

And then it was gone just as soon as it had come. I pushed off of the counter.

"Go sit at your table," I said. "I'll bring you food."

"Please," he whispered. "Why are you doing this?"

I grinned. "Sins of the father," I said. "Dear old dad made a mistake and I plan to take every single second of that mistake out on you, pequeno."

"My dad? I-- I don't know anything about that. I didn't do anything!"

"Yeah? Well life ain't fair," I snapped. "Now drag your ass to that table and sit down before I make you do it and shove food down your throat."

He shivered. Felix's lips snapped together as quickly as they had parted.

We trudged back into the bedroom and he slid into one of the chairs.

He kept his head down, his eyes locked on the fingers that he twisted and toyed with.

I left him there and moved to the kitchen.

Dinner was simple for Felix; stew, bread, water.

It was a huge pot of the same beef concoction and if he had a problem with that well.

.. who the hell cared? This wasn't a luxury hotel. It was enough to keep him alive.

I didn't even bother to heat it. Just grabbed a spoon and walked back into the bedroom.

I froze. Felix wasn't sitting at the table anymore.

I'd been so into my own thoughts that I hadn't even heard him move.

My head whipped around. Bathroom? Empty.

Bedroom? Empty. I looked down and saw the chain leading out of the doorways.

I practically threw myself out of it. When I caught myself I realized he was standing in the living room, trying to yank on the chain around his ankle. His eyes snapped to mine and I growled.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He panicked, yanking and pulling.

There was nowhere to go. This was my domain. I crossed the space between us and dug my nails into his scalp as I pulled his hair. His head snapped back. Panting, he reached up, his hands grabbing mine.

"I was just–."

"You think I give a fuck what you were doing?

" I growled. I released his hair just to grab his arm and turn him around.

My hand fisted the front of his shirt. The sound of fabric starting to rip filled my ears as I bent him forward forcefully.

I raised my hand and my palm crashed against his ass.

"I didn't tell you to leave that room." My hand crashed against his ass again.

"You do not leave it unless I tell you to.

" Fire raced over my palm as it cracked against him once more. "Do you understand me?" I snapped.

Felix nodded. "Yes. Yes!" he cried out. "I'm sorry."

"Not yet," I said as I shoved him to the floor.

"Crawl," I ordered. "Back to that room. Now.

And if I catch you outside of it again? You'll get more than a spanking.

" I moved after him as he started crawling slowly.

"Unlocked doors are not an invitation here.

The only option you have for leaving that room is because I said so.

I held the door open. "Get in, boy," I said, refusing to use his name.

"Next time I have to deal with you? I won't be so nice about it. "

I closed the door to his bedroom. Once it was locked, I leaned against the wood. I just had to stay focused. This wasn't about him. It was about me and how good it would feel when I finally tore Jasper into tiny, little pieces.