Page 59 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)
my man, my man, my man
Jessica
Whoa…
It’s Super-Saiyan Frank!
He’s taller, as if the earth forgot where his spine stops.
His shoulders are broad enough to eclipse the moon, with ruins like shadows over his big ass muscles, like living ink over his white skin, Those horns I used to flick and tease?
Yeah, turns out they’re not cosplay foam.
Each curve glows at the tips, orange-white like sword steel fresh from the forge.
His eyes? Twin furnaces, molten ruby under velvet lashes, staring straight at me.
And the tail, sweet anime Jesus, the thing lashes behind him like an impatient predator crackling with sparks. My heart jackhammers. Knees? Jelly, even though I’m laying chained to a bed.
“Damn, he fine,” I croak, voice catching somewhere between a prayer and a fangirl squeak.
Bitch I’m in LOVEEEEEEE!!!
I watch, enthralled as smoke and splinters whirl around us, swallowing the room like a Pidgeotto’s whirlwind.
Then Frank, my man, sucks in a huge gulp of air, chest poking out, and then he blows out, my mouth drops the fuck open when he lets out a huge flamethrower aimed at Tek ass. My man is a Charizard, too?!
I turn my eyes to Tek, holding my breath and curling my lip when I see him try to dodge it, but my man blast is too skrong! He yanks his ass back and flings him hard as fuck against a tree, splintering it and sending Teks’ arm flying.
“YAAAAAASSSSSSS DADDYYYYY YOU GO BOYYYY!” I shout, sounding like Gina from Martin. “Duval, what the hell are you doing? Hurrryyy!”
“I’m hurrying, Milady. I’m?—”
“Milady? Nigga fuck all that we bouta diiiieeee! Hurry hurry!” I shake the chain, breath hitching, pulse rioting in my ears.
Tek’s twisted spine snaps back into place with a wet CRACK.
First of all eww… his ribs tear through his hoodie as a whole ass wendigo form surges.
Bro, thank God for anime because I would be lost in the sauce right now…
As my heart rate spikes, I try to calm down and check my Pokédex brain for everything I know on wendigos… it’s not much because I usually only read and watch romance and fighting anime, but I know enough to move accordingly…
I’ve been getting into more shit like that though. Pale skin stretching like paper around black-veined muscle, antler-stubs bursting from his temples, and his eyes frosted over, feral and starving.
“JESSSSSIIIIICCAAAAAA!” Who? Me? He lunges, looking at me as I rattle the chains, hollering.
“GET ME OUTTA THESE MOTHER FUCKING THINGS, DUVAL! AND CUT OUT THAT MILADY SHIT BEFORE YOU AND I TUSSLE!”
“Alright damn, but fuck! Stop moving! You’re going to make me chop a hand off!”
“Nigga, better a hand than a death! The fuck?!” I grit out, shaking.
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, JESSICA! STOP MOVING!”
THOOM.
I turn to see Frank collide with him mid-air, a blur of muscle, bone, fire and sparks. Their crash rumbles through the room, sending broken tiles skittering across the floor. Shit!
When Tek’s claws rake down Frank’s chest, ripping a ghastly hole through him, I scream, but smoke rises, and the wounds stitch themselves before my eyes, making Frank snicker.
“Is that all you got Tek-sticle?!” he goads. Good one… Duval crouches beside me, still hacking at the cuffs with glowing blades.
“We’re almost there!”
“Shhhh less talking, more clanging!” I snarl, voice shaking.
Frank slams Tek down again, then stomps on his chest with enough force to make me wince and suck in a breath.
Jesus… Tek gets up and lunges, but Frank meets the charge with a lazy sidestep, seeming bored, then backhands Tek so hard the wendigo ragdolls through a pine.
CRAAACK!
“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR TAUNTING THE PROTAGONIST, HOE!” I holler, chains rattling like cheap, special-effect shackles as Duval winces beside me.
“Could you not provoke the murderous Demon King?”
“Hush, support character. Now hurry. Key that chakra lock or whatever before I miss the power-up sequence,” I demand. Duval finally pops the shackle at my feet. CLACK. I wince, but still keep my eyes on the fight.
Tek roars, swiping again desperately, but my man catches the arm, and cracks it over his knees twisting that son of a bitch off with a SNAP then kicks Tek through his chest, shattering his ribs and causing them to emerge from his skin, making Tek howl.
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!!!!!
Tek swings the cleaver in his other hand at Frank’s throat, and thank God he misses by a breath. Instead, Frank’s tail whips around, cracking like a lightning strike, and slams Tek into the wall, hard enough to crater the concrete.
BOOOOOOM!
Dust mushrooms in the air. I taste it on my tongue, bitter like old pennies and construction dust. I thought he would stay down, but he still moves and he drags himself free, picking up a big ass boulder and slinging it at my man face.
“HELL NO! NOT THE FACE!”
Frank tilts his head, barely moving as the boulder flies past him, scratching his cheek, drawing smoldering blood which pisses him off. His horns flare, tips glowing white-hot, and a low rumble rolls out of his chest, a growl that causes the ground to quake.
Flames pour from Frank’s palm, a living inferno that surges over Tek.
The stench of burning flesh and pine tar fills the air.
Tek screams, a shrill, inhuman screech that makes the marrow in my bones vibrate.
He staggers, blistered, but still tries to charge because monsters like him don’t know how to quit.
Frank moves, flash-stepping like my boy Zenitsu when he KO’s. One hand… more like claw, reaches around Tek’s throat. The sound is wet, crunchy, like someone stomping on a bag of celery. The other grips an antler, and with a vicious twist, Frank wrenches his antler off.
CRACK
Then he slams Tek head-first into the floor, bones cracking with each smash. Fuck… Tek’s body spasms, then goes slack, smoke curling from his skull smashes into the ground repetitively.
“YOU. TOUCHED. HER !”
My man’s voice sounds sinister as fuck. It drips with hate as he continues to smash Tek’s head on a stone, or what’s left of it, anyway. I fist my hands, shook when I hear one last
CLANG
My right arm is free, and I don’t even rejoice. I just place it against my chest, shook, trembling feeling my own heartbeat, somehow horrified and turned on at the same time. Damn, is this really the man who tucks me into bed with sweet kisses every night?
“There!” Duval calls out as the last of the chains fall from my hands and feet. I want to run over to him, but my feet won’t move. My instincts keep me at bay.
Something is wrong…
“Come on, feet!” I mutter to myself, but they won’t move, and I glance up and I see why…
This isn’t right…
And I’m not just saying that because of Tek. Like yeah, he was my friend and all, but that nigga tried to eat me. Fuck outta here with that sympathy shit…
No, I’m saying that because of his aura. He doesn’t feel like the Frank I know. He’s distant… evil. The laugh he lets out is maniacal and villainous. This… what’s he’s doing is cruel. What my heart is aching for is Frank because he looks, for lack of a better word, gone…
I stand there, watching as Tek still wheezes, tries to crawl away surprisingly still alive, but Frank pins him with one boot, eyes flaring, kicking him hard as fuck, smashing his body to pieces with a gleeful smile.
I swallow, taking a step towards him, and his head snaps over to me. His eyes are red, but his pupils are like a goat’s. He glares at me as if to say, “How dare you move while I’m having fun.”
“Baby,” I call out, forcing my feet to move until I reach him, even though I’m shaking.
I crouch down in front of him and by his eyes, I can tell he the man in front of me isn’t my Frank.
Still, I smile bright and lean in to kiss his lips.
“Th-thank you for coming to save me, Daddy,” I whisper against them and his body jolts.
Suddenly, hands crash against me tight and he lets out a gasp of air.
“Jessica!” he pants, holding me tight, picking me up and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Baby! You came!”
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” he smirks, but I can tell something is wrong, though I don’t speak on it.
“Nope!” I cheese, running my hands through his hair. “I didn’t doubt it for a second.”
“Oh? And why is that?” he teases and I place my head on his.
“Because one thing I do know is my man don’t play about me,” I say confidently and he chuckles, turning to carry me off.
I barely have time to gasp before my feet leave the ground and my man lifts me effortlessly, cradling me against his bare chest like something precious with one massive hand gripping my thigh, the other curling possessively around my back.
His claws graze my skin, but never break it, like even in this form, this feral power, he still knows how to be gentle with me.
I bite my lip, loving the feel of his arms that are locked around me tight. My heart races looking him over, checking for injuries, surprised that after all of that fighting, there’s not a scrape or bruise on him. Wow!
“As long as you know,” he growls low, primal, every word a warning to the world. “No one touches what’s mine,” he declares as he holds me tighter and carries me off like a beast with his prize. I don’t want to be anywhere else.
“AHHHHHHHH! JESSICA IS MINE! I WILL NEVER LET ANYONE HAVE HER!”
I frown, gasping, looking back, and I see Tek pour something on a spear and throw it at me, but Frank casts a fireball at him, making him screech. Just as the spear is about to hit me, Frank side steps and it grazes his side, making me scream.