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CHAPTER FOUR

SELENE

I swallow back the giggle that bubbles in my throat. A bead of sweat rolls down the back of my neck, sliding beneath my shirt. I can feel the rage rolling off Onyx as he stomps down the hallway. I knew that he was hiding somewhere down here, but I wasn’t sure which room he was in.

He craves control, thriving off the power and feeding off the adrenaline of the chase.

I know what Onyx craves even more than the power and being in control. He likes it when I fight back, when he’s rough with me—violent, and volatile. Our bloody fucking pleasures. He also thrives off the pain, whether he’s inflicting it or receiving it. And lucky for him, we’re the same forsaken person.

He thought by dipping into the shadows and hiding from me, he would force me to come out. He got it wrong. Onyx always thinks he’s one step ahead, but for once, I’m dancing in the flames, watching him as he fucking burns in his rage. I switched things up on him without him even realizing what was happening.

Breath control is another thing that he likes to play around with. I know Onyx and how he tries to conceal himself, because he taught me the same methods to make myself invisible. He was hiding in the shadows, focusing on how to make himself vanish without actually disappearing. He was so focused on not being seen that he missed the opportunity to take back control when I shoved it right in front of his face.

He was playing right into the palm of my hand, and the thrill—the power—is a craving that I've never felt before. Now that I’ve had a taste, I need it.

If he would have just taken his mind off his breath control, he could have grabbed me, pulling me into the darkness with him. Instead, I was able to slip away and now he’s back on the hunt. What he doesn’t realize is he isn’t really hunting me.

How could he if I've set myself up to be found?

Onyx is furious. I can feel it. I can smell his blood boiling as his veins grow hotter with every step he takes. He doesn’t push open any of the doors as he did when he was searching for me before. It’s almost as if he knows exactly where I am.

I step deeper into the room, slipping into the small space behind the door, tucking myself against the wall. The door hangs off its hinges, giving me slight protection from his sight.

“You think that you can hide from me, Selene baby.”

I know that I can’t.

“I’m fucking coming for you, little devil. I hope you’re ready for me.”

My thighs clench together, searching for some kind of relief as warmth spreads through my pelvis. My panties are damp, but they were the second Onyx held his blade against my throat. The things that he fucking does to me. There’s no relief and no friction to be found to satisfy the need growing inside me. My clit throbs, begging for his touch.

Leaning my head against the wall, I slide my hand down the front of my stomach, dipping under the waistband of my short skirt. My skin is hot against my palm as I move it under my panties, slipping a finger through my wetness and moving it inside me.

He’s the only one who can give me what I need.

My teeth form half crescents in my bottom lip as I clamp down. The metallic taste of blood mixes with my saliva. I want to taste it on Onyx’s tongue. I press the heel of my palm against my clit, rolling it as I slide another finger inside my wet pussy.

“I know that you’re in here, sweet girl.”

Onyx is getting closer and so am I. I pump my fingers inside myself, fucking my own hand as his footsteps get louder. I hear him just outside the door and a ragged breath slips from my lips. My hand stills, fingers still shoved in my pussy as I dig my teeth further into the flesh of my lip.

My lungs constrict, burning as I deprive my body of any oxygen. Onyx heard me. There’s no way that he wouldn’t have, not with how vigilant he is right now. His footsteps are light while he moves with purpose, stepping into the room. He takes two steps inside, facing the opposite wall as he slams the broken door shut behind him.

“I can smell you,” he whispers, his voice low and harsh. “And I don’t mean your fucking perfume.”

My heart thrums inside my chest, rocking violently against my rib cage. Onyx spins on his heel, striding straight towards me. He’s in front of me within a fraction of a second, before I even have a chance to take a breath.

His hand fastens around my throat and he lifts me off my feet, holding me against the wall. My feet kick, bouncing off the broken drywall as I kick against his legs. His bright blue eyes shine through the holes of his ski mask, burning into mine.

I dig my nails into his arm, clutching at him with one hand while the other is still down the front of my skirt, deep inside my pussy. My fingers are warm and sticky—from my arousal on one hand and from the blood that I draw with my nails with the other.

“You’ve been a bad girl.” His breath warms my face. He dips closer, pressing his head against mine. The fabric of the ski mask brushes against my cheek, but it doesn’t bother me much as I grow more light-headed with every passing second. “Remember what I told you? No one fucking touches you, but me. And that goes for you too.”

I open my mouth, but no words come out as he restricts any air from flowing through my throat. I kick at him again, feeling my movements getting slower as my body gets heavier. My vision swims, a whooshing sound filling my ears as the outside edges of my vision grow black.

Onyx releases his hold, sliding his arms around my waist. He pulls my hand from under my skirt as he lowers me to the floor. My body sings, screaming with joy as the musty air rushes into my lungs. I consume as much as I can, sucking it in as my body comes back to life. Onyx is a fucking asshole, but I love him all the same.

“What the fuck?” I croak out. My voice is hoarse, and my throat burns with every word.

He cocks his head to the side as he leans over me. “What? Can’t handle it, little devil?”

Lifting my hand, I slap him across the face, feeling my palm burn as it connects, brushing against the ski mask. Onyx doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe. He just stares back at me with a fire burning in his bright blue irises.

My heart pounds erratically in my chest. By making the move I just did, I’ve invited the monster out to play. If you think the ways that Onyx likes to play are fucked up, you have no idea what fucking door I just opened. Although I like when the monster comes out to play. I never know what I’m going to get with Onyx like this.

“Hmmm,” he murmurs, sliding his hands along the sides of my torso, grabbing the bottom hem of my shirt. He slides it upwards, my breasts falling free as he pulls it up to my collar bone. “You’re really asking for it tonight, aren’t you, Selene? I might have to punish you for how fucking bad you’re being.”

“And what are you going to do to me?” My words practically come out as a moan. I grab his shoulders, pulling him down onto the floor with me. My pussy throbs and I squirm, spreading my thighs wider as I scoot onto him, straddling one of his legs.

Onyx shakes his head, pulling my arms from my shirt and leaving it around my neck. He lifts his hand, raising one finger as he presses it to his lips. “Shhh…”

I swallow hard, the dead butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Their skeletal wings scrape my insides, the warmth spreading through me as I grind my clit against his leg. Onyx wraps his hand around my shirt, tightening it around my throat as he jerks my face to his.

“Did I tell you that you could rub your pussy on my leg?” His voice is hoarse, his words sharp and harsh. He narrows his eyes through his ski mask as a sinister look mixes in his irises.

I glare back at him, my lips lightly brushing against his. “I didn’t fucking ask.”

Onyx wraps his fist tighter around my shirt, constricting my airway as his other hand lands on my hip. His fingertips dig into my skin as he firmly holds me in place. “You don’t fucking move unless I tell you that you can.”

With the shirt wrapped around my neck, I open my mouth to speak, but the words won’t come out. Onyx is in his element now. He’s in control, and he’s going to make sure that I know that he’s calling the shots—not me. I’m no longer the prey. I’m his fucking feast.

He releases my hip, sliding his hand down my thigh, bruising my flesh with his brutal touch. His hand slips under my skirt and he pushes it up around my waist. The shirt around my throat loosens slightly as he drops his hand down to my panties. His fingers hook under the straps of my thong, and he viciously pulls. It cuts into my skin as he rips it, tearing it away from my body.

“When we get home, throw all these fucking things away. No more barriers.”

I nod, biting down on my bottom lip as I feel him drag his fingers through the wetness between my legs. A moan slips from my lips as he slides them across my slit, but he doesn’t dare to slip a finger inside me.

“My greedy little devil,” he murmurs as his face dips closer to mine. His tongue slips out of his mouth as he traces my lips. Without warning, he draws my bottom lip in between his teeth and bites into my flesh. “The more noise that you make, the longer it’s going to take for me to slide inside that tight pussy.”

Onyx licks my bottom lip, soothing my wounds before claiming my mouth with his. He’s brutal and explosive and I taste my blood on his tongue. My lips move in tandem with his as he swallows me whole and inhales my soul.

He’s the sinister creature that goes bump in the night.

And I’m the one he loves to torture with his wicked tongue.