DON'T DISH OUT WHAT YOU CAN'T TAKE

FORTY THREE

DON'T DISH OUT WHAT YOU CAN'T TAKE

She tries to dash for the door again, which is a very a stupid decision by the way.

I grab the shirt pressing her down so he’s bent over the gaming chair she once huddled in, ignoring the tearing sound of the shirt.

She could be so infuriating I forget she’s physically fragile and can be hurt easily. I had to learn to control my strength better when dealing with her.

“Let me go, you thug.” She lashes out struggling, but that only exposes her porcelain-like shoulder from the torn shirt.

Fuck her for being so sexy and tempting. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, reminding myself that she might be beautiful and angel like outside but she was a vile jezebel on the inside.

“Shut the fuck up.” I grab her hair and yank it backwards with enough force so she’s looking up at me. This should ensure that the message penetrates her stubborn skull and get into her brain.

But then again this might be a wrong move because I can see anger swirling dangerously in her eyes. She hates me taking away her control by her hair. She hates it and I love it. Too bad for her.

Its still a bad combination for me. Her anger and the state she’s in, I mean. Her anger is like juicy plum perfectly ripe and begging to be picked. Now the demons in me are whispering to take her and fuck that anger and defiance out of her. To make her docile and obedient but I repress those thoughts back down. .

She’s pretty quiet now. But with the way her face is reddening at my increasing smirk, I wouldn’t be surprised if she started stomping her foot. She was a spoiled brat like that.

“Good girl.” I praise her, deciding to let her go when she bites my hand hard enough to draw blood. She probably doesn’t know she’s sending blood running to my dick with her actions. I can’t help but let out a grown.

“You’re getting punished for being naughty sweetheart.” I bend over, imprisoning her further as I whispered.

I push her head into the sofa, suffocating her air ways so she’s knows I could end her right now if I chose to.

A knife swings from beneath her, aiming right for my neck but I manage to back off her just in time.

Jesus Christ! She’s really going to be the death of me. No like literally. That was probably meant to kill me.

But then again, who wouldn’t hate you after you seize their freedom, strip them of their self-respect and dignity and force them to bow to you. She was a fighter after all.

I knew I shouldn’t touch her. I didn’t have to grab her and force her down the chair just to instill discipline, but I was aching to feel that skin again.

“Don’t touch me.” She breathes and I could almost taste the adrenaline rushing through her. She’s gripping my pocket knife so hard.

“Or else what?” I dare her.

“Or else I swear to God, I’ll literally kill you.” She promised.

“Hmm… Is that so?” I asked mockingly as I advanced, seeing her falter.

She ran at me, with a battle cry, but I was prepared this time. I grabbed onto her wrist and jerked her flush against me, twisting it so the knife fell down.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I grab her blonde strands hard and jerk her head so hard to the side, her neck is exposed. She makes a little gasp of pain that I drink in.

“And don’t dish out what you can’t take.” I bite hard onto her throat, making sure to break the skin as a metallic taste rewards my tongue. She stumbles and scratches my chest, making me lose my footing as we both crush onto the floor.

Her scream is music to my ears .

Aaliyah

Thunder rumbles as lightning lights up the room. I huff as I pick up another red cup ff the floor. Kieran had ordered me to clean up after the party and to use the time to ‘think about my actions’, so here I was at dawn cleaning up like an old house maid. And he had taken his shirt from me too because I was ‘ungrateful’.

After he bit my neck like a crazy rabid vampire and locked me up in his room alone, I now had to clean up after everyone. There was going to be vomit and alcohol and probably used condoms after a high school party and he wanted me to clean up? I was about to choose death instead, but then I remembered I could choose my battles instead of dying at his hands or being reduced to a lowly maid. I just have to agree when he goes to take a nap, I'd wake up someone to come and clean all the mess.

It seems my plans will not work though. Footsteps sound behind me and I turned to see the devil himself.

Kieran walked towards me with a satisfied smirk, eyeing his work on my neck. He had ordered me to tie my hair up so he could ‘admire his masterpiece’. Wierd Pysco

“What do you want now?” I bit out. There was no way he was going to leave me alone if I asked him to leave me alone, get the fuck out of my sight, and let my brother go. So I had only had a few questions and demands I could make.

He is so infuriating. I somehow wish my earlier attacks had at least wounded him in some way or another, so when he was rushed to the hospital, I could get an opportunity to look for Kirk, contact someone and get us out of his clutches, but now I was only left with shattered hopes and a likely scarred throat.