Page 10 of Felix (4 Seats #2)
Chapter Ten
Aurora Henry
M y heart pounds as I watch Felix in the shower, his body slick and glistening under the stream of water. Goddamn, my pussy clenches just from the sight of him—all tattoos, muscles, and danger like a wild animal waiting to pounce.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. The steam rises, clouding the air with heat, yet it only heightens the intensity of the moment.
“Nick,” he says sharply, turning off the water.
“Slit his fucking throat. He shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.
” I watch the droplets slide down the contours of his sculpted muscles.
He steps out of the shower, moving like a predator stalking its prey.
And, for some twisted reason, I want to be that prey.
I’m shocked by the news of him killing Nick—shocked but also secretly elated. Can’t haunt my nightmares if you’re dead, right ?
He’s close now, too close, and I can feel the dampness of his skin against mine as he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to him.
I ask him not to hurt me too. I can’t handle any more pain. My body would crumble to dust if it went through anymore.
He places his lips on mine and kisses me roughly. My body is a traitor, pressed against him like a moth to a flame, but I’m no fucking puppet. I pull away from the kiss and stare him down.
“Listen, Felix,” I grit out, my fists clenching at my sides. “Nobody owns me. I spent years being possessed by men, and I won’t let it happen again.”
“Is that so?” His voice is low and dangerous, his grip on my waist tightening. “You don’t get a choice, Aurora. You’re mine.”
“Fuck you!” My heart races, fear and anger colliding within me. Does he think he can just waltz in here, claiming me like some goddamn prize?
“The way your body reacts tells me otherwise.” His free hand trails up my spine, sending shivers down my back. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Stop it,” I demand, trying to shove him away, but he doesn’t budge. He’s a wall of muscle and tattoos—an immovable force.
“Admit it, darling,” he whispers, his breath hot on my ear. “You want this just as much as I do.”
“Go to hell,” I spit, yet my resolve crumbles with each word. The truth is, I’m drawn to his darkness and violence. It’s a twisted kind of allure, and it disgusts me .
“Maybe I will.” He smirks, his eyes dark and intense. “But you’re coming with me. Remember, you belong to me.”
“Never,” I hiss, even though part of me wants to submit, to give in to the chaos and desire swirling around us.
My heart is pounding like a goddamn jackhammer, and I can feel the rage boiling in my veins.
“Fuck off,” I spit, glaring at him with every ounce of hatred I can muster. “I refuse to be hurt again. I don’t even know you, for fuck’s sake! We just met. You could be a serial killer for all I know.”
Felix smirks, his dark eyes dancing with amusement. “I am one, darling. I’m the thing that goes bump in the night.” My breath catches in my throat, but he continues, a predatory grin splitting his face. “But you’re safer with me than anywhere else because I’ll never hurt you.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, but they also piss me the hell off. How dare he say that, as if it makes everything better?
“Get the fuck out of here!” I yell, my voice shaking with fear and anger. “I want you to leave.”
But instead of backing off, he reaches up and runs his hand down my cheek, the warmth of his touch melting through my defences like a hot knife through butter. It’s infuriating how easily he breaks through my walls.
“See?” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my skin. “You don’t want me to go at all.”
“Stop fucking with my head,” I growl out, trying to pull away from him, but he’s relentless. His grip tightens around my arm, holding me in place.
“Admit it, Aurora,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. “You need me. And whether you like it or not, I’m not going anywhere.”
My chest tightens with a mix of fear and something else, something darker and more dangerous. I hate how he makes me feel, but I can’t deny the twisted pull he has on me. What’s even worse is knowing that he knows it too.
“Listen, Aurora,” Felix says, his voice low and steady. “You assume you need to be in control, but that’s where you’re wrong. What you need is for someone to take control away from you… that’s how you’ll find your power.”
“Fuck you,” I spit back, my heart pounding in my ears. “I don’t need anyone to take control of me.”
“Maybe not,” he agrees, his eyes locked on mine. “But you want it, don’t you?”
I open my mouth to argue, but the words die in my throat. There’s a terrifying truth in what he’s saying, making me sick to my stomach. The thought of someone else controlling me and giving up my power sends a shiver down my spine.
“Turn around,” he orders, his voice hard as steel. I hesitate for a moment, then comply, feeling the weight of his gaze on my back.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, my breath hitching in my throat. I feel his body press against mine, his chest warm and solid against my back.
His hand wraps around my throat, just tight enough to remind me who’s in charge. His other hand slips down the front of my pants, and I can’t help but gasp at the sensation.
“Look at how wet you are, darling,” he growls out in my ear, rubbing my clit in slow, teasing circles. “You’re practically begging for it.”
“Fuck you,” I choke out, even as my body betrays me and leans into his touch. He chuckles darkly, his fingers sliding inside me, slowly pumping in and out.
“Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” He hisses, tightening his grip on my throat, cutting off my air supply. My vision swims, the edges of my reality blurring as I struggle to breathe.
“Come for me,” he demands, rubbing my clit harder and faster, driving me towards the edge. And despite myself, despite everything I do, my body shudders with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
As my vision clears, and I gasp in a lungful of air, he releases my throat and calls me a good girl, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He licks his fingers clean, smirking at me as I stand there, reeling from it all.
“See?” he says softly, brushing a stray hair from my face. “I know what you need, Aurora. And whether you like it or not, I will give it to you.”
The room feels heavy, and my chest is tight with anxiety. I can’t believe what just happened. My body still trembles from the orgasm, but my mind is racing with fear and confusion.
“Pack your shit,” Felix orders, his voice cold and commanding. “We’re moving to Sydney.”
“Fuck you.” The words come out before I can stop them. “I’m not going anywhere with you, especially not back to that hellhole. ”
His dark eyes narrow as he takes in my defiance, and I feel a shiver of unease crawl down my spine.
“Darling, you don’t have a choice,” he says with a dangerous edge to his voice.
“Like hell, I don’t!” I snap, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “You don’t own me, Felix!”
He takes a step closer, towering over me as he leans in. “No one will ever hurt you again, Aurora,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“By dragging me back to the place where it all started?” I scoff, my heart pounding in my chest. “You must be fucking insane!”
“Maybe,” he admits with a shrug. “But I know what’s best for you whether you want to admit it or not. And right now, that’s being with me.”
“Being with a goddamn killer?” I hiss, my voice shaking with anger. “That’s supposed to be better than living with my past?”
“Trust me, darling,” he coos, running his fingers through my hair. “With me, you’ll never have to worry about anyone hurting you again.”
“Except for you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“Especially me,” he says, his grip on my hair tightening just a fraction. “Because I would never let anything happen to you.”
“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “I can’t go back there.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have a choice.” His words are final, leaving no room for argument. “You’re coming with me, and that’s that.”
My stomach churns with fear and revulsion as the reality of my situation sinks in. But even as tears prick my eyes and my heart aches with despair, a twisted part of me knows he’s right. I need him, whether I want to admit it or not.
“Fine,” I relent, my voice barely a whisper. “But don’t think for a second that this means I belong to you.”
“Of course not, darling,” he purrs, a dark smile playing on his lips. “What’s mine is yours, as they say.”
But as he walks away, the weight of his words sink in. I now belong to another again. I can feel the walls closing in on me.