I heard his scream at the threshold of the slaughterhouse, and the metallic smell of blood hit my nose as I headed toward the direction of the sound. Mathew had told me that he insisted he knew nothing, and from the agony I heard in his voice, he couldn't have held out if he truly knew something—they didn't in most cases because although torturing was my expertise, Mathew didn't have a reputation of going soft on anyone."Damon is here," one of the loyal men of the Bravta, Noir, announced. He was outside the torture room door since it was a normal procedure that he waits outside. Only Mathew and I have once stayed in a torture room without doing the torture. We were fifteen the first time we watched the former Bravta overlord and his second-in-command extract information by making a strong man sing. I didn't flinch even once, and neither did Mathew. It hadn't been his first time too.I shook Noir, our signet ring catching the sun. It was a heirloom that we passed on to our sons and th
DAMON’S POV Blood lust was a thing. It was potent, real, electrifying, and made me a danger to an oblivious Julia who lay on my bed, her demure white dress contrasting with my navy blue covers. My head thrummed and my eyes were set on her every movement as her chest moved with every inhale and exhale of breath. I had rushed to the bathroom after one glance at her not only because of the animalistic urge to lose myself in her, to devour her entirely with my darkness, to consume her, to strangle her, to pin her against the bed, to leave my mark on her body, to push into her without pacing and waiting, to take her until I forgot, to take her until she is gaping at me like I am a demon. But, because while she lay in my bed still wearing the white dress from our outing today, looking sweet and so oblivious, I was filth covered in another man’s blood. I washed my body till my skin ached, I washed it till all trace of stickiness was erased, I scrubbed and scrubbed, but yet when I stepped o
JULIA’S POVMany times I have touched myself to the thought of Damon’s hand, his lips, his tongue but this was nothing like I ever imagined or fantasized about. The moment was charged. I felt heat right where he held me down despite the presence of fabric.And when he pushed me further to the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped my lips when I met his eyes.“I am scared, Damon.” I didn’t know when the words left my lips and I hated myself the minute he went still. “Of what?” his words were cold and hard. “Me?”“Yes,” I admitted. “I am scared of how much I want this, want you. How much I am dying to have your mouth on me, how much I am shaking with the anticipation of just your face hovering around my pussy,” I was thankful for his position on the bed which stopped him from seeing my suspiciously hot face.“You need to be scared of me, Snow white,” he said throatily, he held my lap and from his kneeling position at the edge of the bed, he was cloaked in darkne
JULIA'S POVI am dying.Mama gets angry when I call it out for what it was. Death.I have cancer and I am going to die in 6 months indefinitely.I am not scared of death but I am afraid of regrets and I do have one.I have never allowed myself to fall in love. It had always been too risky, a very vulnerable position. Besides, I have never bothered to concern myself with such frivolity.But you’ll be surprised at how much frivolity you wished you indulged in when you sit in the confine of a pale white room facing a doctor that was telling you, you have mere months to live and yet all you could focus on was how immaculate his teeth were.But I have a plan.A bucket list of things I was going to do with the man I chose to fall in love with so I can leave with no regrets.My best friend thinks it is stupid and she doesn’t even know the full story yet.I am going to fall in love with the most wicked man in New York.I am just a dying girl, not an evil one so certainly, I am not going to pi
JULIA’S POV“Drink! Drink! Drink!” strangers that I must have chatted the night away with or have never spoken to chanted behind me as I downed a glass of tequila barely squirming now at the foul taste because even though my vision wasn’t blurry and my best friend since we were on diapers didn’t have her hand draped around my waist to support my wobbling knees, I should know I was mightily wasted.Styrofoam cups overfilled with strangely colored alcohol and a billow of smoke, evidence of the party favors that featured all kinds of hard drugs, hip-pop music with its resounding speakers blaring in the room making it hard for the simplest communication, and sweaty bodies grinding into each other wasn’t my typical scene.My whole life had been about being flawless: the perfect grades, the perfect extracurricular activities, the perfect college, and now I was in law school, it was almost a joke that I was just learning a lesson that nobody should be that flawless.And no less, while wearin
She ran off now full-blown sobbing. I didn’t get to see her features well because of her hasty exit but I had seen a smear of mascara running down the length of her face. I should be on my way by now. Make a run for it. There was nothing to see but a heartless prick who believe he was God’s gift to women but his phone rang. I decided to stay back for a second. It wouldn’t hurt to listen in more. I haven’t blown my cover yet and it wasn’t like I will ever see him again. Perhaps, I will see a side of him that is human and not the condescending twat that had just exhibited his lack of sympathy mere minutes ago. “You know I have always hated men having too much power for so long.” He started. “Especially old men.” Okay, there goes my theorem of him being more human than I thought and then rolling my eyes, I took a step forward about to walk away. “And now I have two options. Kill the motherfucker or get myself a trophy wife that will leave when I get what I want.” DAMON’S POV I wa
JULIA’S POVI stopped in my tracks when I heard him mention murdering someone. Am I about to witness a plot of murder I thought. Chills ran down my spine and my head felt light, my knees wobbled, and my mouth suddenly became dry as I became aware of how stupid I had been to wander around when I was this drunk. I should call someone I thought fumbling for my bag.“Have you ever heard that it is disrespectful to eavesdrop on someone’s conversation,” there was a pause. “And not once but twice, pretty little thing?”My bag dropped. That was the hot stranger’s voice and it was closer than it was seconds ago, so close… because he had covered the distance between us and now, he was talking to me. He had a remote with him and just like that, my cover was gone because he had switched on the light at the threshold of the door where I stood and was now taking me in and being very obvious about it.Fuck me!I looked up slowly taking in his Armani pair of impossibly black shiny shoes, black slacks
JULIA’S POVA four-poster bed covered with Sofia the first bedsheets and matching cover cases, a mortifying amount of Zayn and Harry styles posters that hint at an obsessive phase covering a part of the wall, and the now chipping away paint of purple and pink on the walls were what greeted me when I finally opened my eyes. It had felt like old times, I had felt safe. Skye’s room was the only piece of my childhood that hasn’t been embellished or altered with the years.Not only was her room a reminder of when I was the happiest, but it was easier pretending we were still thirteen in here and ten years of putting ourselves out there, giving up weekends with girls, and canceling meetups at the last minute had not happened between us because we were too busy striving for the things that had once made our faces glow but now causes a crease in-between our brows. The dreams that have always seemed achievable yet so out of reach the more we approach them.I have spent more time in Skye's hous