27. Millie

27

MILLIE

"You promised you wouldn't try and leave me!" He shouts, kicking the door to his room closed with his foot. He grabs me like I'm featherlight and puts me on my feet. I stumble, and I'm about to fall onto the floor, but he catches me just in time before I can hurt myself. He protects me from the fall and makes me stand back up.

He locks his door and runs a hand through his hair anxiously. The veins in his neck bulge, wrath evident, and I'm biting my lip as I try to stay calm. He paces around me…circling me like a shark.

"Now I killed one of my close friends because he was going to take you for himself!" He kicks his desk with his boot, and it breaks in half. It's like he's having a manic episode. The darkness and depravity take over him so easily.

I hold myself and watch him.

"He was not going to hurt me! He was helping me get back home!" I shout at him as I suck in a breath and clench my jaw. I'm so stressed out that my teeth grind against each other, and I can't do anything to loosen them up.

He turns to me, and his jaw ticks off and on.

"Look at your head! He hurt you! You bled!" He shouts like his demons are back, and they are here to stay.

"That was the car. He was not going to hurt me!" I push at his chest, but he doesn't move an inch.

He turns to me and cups my face with both of his hands. His eyes are still blood red, and he smirks with flaring nostrils and narrowed brows.

"Aww, my poor naive little Bambi. You forget that he's an immortal, just like I am. I could feel his intentions with you through my dead bones, sweetheart. He was going to take you for himself, probably take your blood, and then turn you into his personal pet and fuck you. You don't know him like I do."

"Again, he was helping me go back home!"

"It doesn't matter anymore. He's gone. He touched you…he touched what's mine, tried to take you away, and paid the price. I can't believe you tried to go with him. He looked at you the way I fucking look at you! Who's next, Millie? I told you what would happen, right?" He gets in front of my face and caresses my cheek softly. I stand there with my hands at my side, feeling defeated.

I break down and sob silently as he watches me intensely. The same realization I had at the concert hits me again. I'm never going to escape him, am I?

"I'm going to remind you of what will happen every time you try to run from me. Should I start with your co-worker?"

I shake my head and lick my trembling bottom lip as he tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. A tear falls down my cheek, and he clenches his jaw. He wipes it away with a quick swipe of his thumb.

"Cole?" He taunts me in a wicked way with a feral, rough smile.

I freeze at the mention of his name.

My silence makes him angrier. He looks at his watch, adjusting his cuff, and smirks sinfully. His fangs grow longer and make a dreadful appearance.

He wouldn't dare hurt Cole …

"I can take the Drago family private plane right now to pay him a visit. The way he was pleading for you to come back home gives me just the motivation I need to remove him from your life. Your blood should only heat up for me!"

My eyes bulge. He's not bluffing. He turns around and heads for the door. He's there in half a second. Air whooshes through my hair and over my shoulders from how fast he jumped.

"I'll take everyone you love away so that the only family you have left is me! You only have one choice. I'm only giving you one choice, don't you get it? I will kill everyone you care about. I'll kill all of your friends and family so that the only person you have left is me. I'm your family. Your parents abandoned you just like mine have. I've lived and experienced that type of absence and heartache. I'll kill them all off one by one until I'm the only person that you can trust and count on. You. Will. Fucking. Devote. Yourself. To. Me! Your father left you, remember?! Your mother has never considered you. Nash dipped and left you behind. But I will never leave you behind. They don't deserve your forgiveness. They all treated you like shit! I love you more than myself. I've watched you for months, and I know you, Millie Flores! I truly know you better than anyone in this world. I will love you the way you need to be loved, and I will never leave you alone."

Oh my god, he's insane.

Before he can grab the doorknob, I react and scream.

"No! Hayden, stop, please!" I bellow out. "Don't kill him! Don't kill anyone! They are all innocent in all of this. I'm yours! I'm sorry. I…"

How do I stop him? How do I make him believe I won't try and escape again?

"I love you!" I blurt out in a sharpened tone, quick and curt, hoping it's enough to make him believe me.

Hayden stiffens and stops. He straightens his back and turns his head. His dark black waves fall over his forehead, but he doesn't make another move. He's still looking at the floor like he's contemplating his entire life. He's unsure, and it shows.

"Your words aren't good enough anymore," he murmurs like he's the one that's broken. He opens the door and takes one step out.

I hesitate as he continues to leave. I know what I have to do. I have to succumb to my forced future.

"I'll marry you!" I seal my fate with those three words. I reach out for him with my dried, bloody hand. "Please. I'll marry you."

My candor seems to paralyze him. He stops walking, and it feels like forever that we both stand there with the heaviest of emotions howling over our souls. My promise strikes him hard. I can see Charles ready to go wherever he needs to be.

"Sir? Prince Drago?" The King's guard asks in an attempt to snap him out of his thoughts, but Hayden stands there with balled fists and a blank, furious stare.

He doesn't buy it, does he?

But then he slams the door shut, surprising me, before Charles's stressed gaze and locks it. I stand there, and he's standing over me faster than the speed of light. I look up at him, doing everything I can to stay on my two feet.

"You'll be my wife?" He asks in a soft whisper, slowly raising his head with a pointed chin as if waiting for me to take it back. He looks at me skeptically, his tone deepening, rough and rugged. His brows are furrowed like he's trying to read my mind.

"Yes…I'll be anything you need me to be. I'm sorry. I want you, Hayden. Maybe...maybe I ran because I'm scared of the way you make me feel. It's a feeling I've never experienced before. Like it's wrong to want someone like you—someone who loves me so dangerously and is willing to do whatever he needs to to keep me. Maybe I ran because I'm scared that…"

I don't have any more control over my words . It's spilling out of me like a demented sickness. I'm giving in to him. Letting my dark fantasies win the battle I've been fighting against.

I grab his hand, and dammit, warmth rolls down my cheeks from my sore eyes, and I let my heart talk and shut off my mind. I place his hand on my chest like he did when it was my first time with him. "That I'm consumed by you just like you are with me. You can feel it, can't you? I know you can." Before I can finish, he grips my waist and pushes it against his, and I feel his hard cock wanting to rip through his jeans.

I'm just pretending to be his good little prisoner. Right ? This is all fake …right?

I question myself when I already know the damn answer. Before I let shame plague my emotions, Hayden interrupts them.

"Don't let me stop you. Finish your sentence and show me how much we've consumed each other." He growls like a beast that will burn down the world if he doesn't touch me. He whips behind me and grips the back of my dress. Before I can blink, talk, or turn around…let alone process my thoughts, he tears my dress open from the back with his hands. I'm in my bra and panties while looking at the luxurious dress I'll never be able to wear again.

He unhooks my bra while trailing his nose through my hair and down to my neck, smelling me.

He hums. "Strawberries."

He kicks my feet apart with his boot, and I look down to see what he's doing. He kneels and grips my ass with both of his hands and squeezes hard. I fall forward with my hands on the end of his bed. He pulls my panties all the way down until they pool around my ankles.

"Hayden…" I breathe. I wipe away my tears with my hands and let the dark, blissful lust I get from the way he touches me possess my body.

"Go on. I'll be on my knees for my queen while you finish your sentence."

He goes in between my thighs, and I know he can see that I'm already dripping for him. How can this happen? The chemistry between us is there. It's just… there , existing, and I can't deny the sensual havoc he inflicts upon me. The way my body immediately craves to be loved and wanted, whether it's toxic or not.

I need it .

Hayden sees me. He's uncovered my layers forcefully, one by one, only to discover there's a hole in my heart and spirit. I'm as empty as him, wanting him to fill it for me when I can't for myself.

I can feel his smile as he breathes deep and rough against my tender flesh. I suck in a breath and blink hard, trying to concentrate while battling my inner demons.

"Go. On." He demands, and I feel his tongue go through my slit and up to my aching clit.

Oh, fuck.

"I want you forever," I confess truthfully as I grip the sheets of his bed, clawing them as he continues to make detrimental magic movements that have my toes curling. "My heart skips beats for you." I look behind me to unveil the demon who haunts me like a shadowed protector on his knees like he's worshiping me.

The darkness that exudes from his beautiful face falls, and he smirks victoriously.

"I knew you felt the same for me. I knew it then, and I know it now. You bleed for me, you ache for me, and you lie , but your body tells me that you love me." He cups my ass cheek with his large rough hand and kisses it. His lips vanish after a split second to be replaced by his sharp canine fangs. He bites me there, and I groan as his teeth sink into my skin and flesh.

"Oh…" I whimper.

He doesn't suck but only watches my blood fall down the back of my thighs after he pulls back. He smacks my ass, watching it move, and he smiles like he's proud of the sight of marking me.

"I'm going to fuck this soon." He spreads my cheeks apart and licks my rim. My eyes bulge, feeling the tip of his tongue graze my sensitive back virgin hole. "Not right now, but soon." He promises me darkly and stands. I'm about to turn around, but he pushes the bottom of my back forward, forcing me into a bent-over position.

I gasp in the air as I watch him tear off his clothes over my shoulder, and I stare at his god-sculptured body like I'm entranced. The veins over his v-like torso and abs are contoured perfectly. And his hardened thick massive cock springs free, with pre cum already glistening…

"Promise me something? My family can be here for the wedding?" I try to make my own attempt at an ultimatum. I look dead straight into his eyes and beg him to give me back the one thing I feel like I need to fix—my relationship with my family.

"They don't need to go on with the emptiness in their hearts that you and I feel and carry every day. They need to know I'm alive. I am yours, Hayden. I promise. Spare them, and I am yours." I blink rapidly, biting my lip. It'll be complicated to reveal where I've been, but I'm sure Hayden can think of something.

"Anything for my little bride."

With that, he scoops me in his arms, and we're in the air. My back hits something, but it all happens too fast; I can't process it quickly enough. I look down to see that we're floating, and he has my back pinned into the middle of his wall. His bed, TV, and furniture look miniature from up here. His room is that wide with tall ceilings.

My breasts bounce from the collision, and he growls when he notices. He immediately reaches for one pebbled nipple and takes it into his mouth, sucking on it, and pinches my other breast with his hand.

"You mean your little prisoner?" I dig.

He chuckles low and deep and shakes his head. He's gone into his vampire mode, and his fangs grow bigger, sharper, and scarier. I'm panting as he lifts my legs, and I secure them around his waist.

"You think you're the prisoner? You have my unbeating heart in the chains of your soul. Don't you get it, baby? The key to freeing me doesn't exist anymore. You have me, Millie. You fucking have me."

He cups my face with his hands and looks down at my pussy. I grind my teeth and hold onto him, intertwining my hands together around the back of his neck. My wetness welcomes him as he pushes his cock inside me, but he isn't slow or soft; he's ruthless. He starts to fuck me hard and passionately against the wall, and my hair and breasts bounce with each thrust of his hips.

"Don't you feel that? How perfect your body welcomes me? I'm your home. We were made for each other, Millie. It took me centuries to find someone like you, and I would wait centuries more if it means I get you in the end."

I'm breathing hard as he rails me with no remorse. As he continues his deep thrusts that make me feel like I'm being split in half, he goes to my neck, and I scream because I know what's coming.

"Do I need to carve my name on these tits so everyone knows you belong to me?" He bites me, and my entire body goes electrocuted. His teeth sink into me, and I close my eyes, while my mouth gapes open. He starts to suck and suck as he pulls me into him like he's full of greed and no one else can have me.

"Oh my god…Hayden! It feels so…" I moan, and my back hitting the wall, our skin slapping, and his sucking fills my ears as he continues to work my body like I'm his haven and dark affliction.

"It feels so fucking good, so fucking heavenly? Doesn't it? Why would you ever want to escape how I make your body feel again? No one can fuck you like like I can, Millie. No one. "

He grants me space and starts to flick and circle my clit with his finger, and I enter a fucking dream I never want to wake up from. It feels so good. He feels so good. How does he make the darkness of his actions feel so right? His cock is so hypnotizing, hitting the spot inside me I never knew I had.

"You feel so good. I won't leave you again. I promise!" I moan out and suck in air into my narrowed lungs as we continue to fuck while we float against his wall.

The mirror that fell when he kicked his desk catches my attention. It's split in half but yet remains intact. My reflection stares back at me while Hayden watches my pussy get rammed by his thick cock.

Hayden doesn't have his reflection…but I do; I'm naked while blood runs down my neck and down my breasts onto my stomach. Rivers of red are painted across my brown-toned skin, and my thigh is indented with his hand prints from his grip to hold me up.

It looks like I'm getting fucked by a ghost.

But then I can feel my climax so close, and he knows it. He reaches over and sucks on my breast as he shouts and circles my clit, and fucks me harder.

"I want to hear you come. I love the sounds you make when you come for me. Do it, baby. Scream for me!" He growls against my breast before sinking his fangs into me, and I obey unwillingly.

"Hayden!" I moan out a high-pitched and torturous bellow. I come undone, and my orgasm rips through me like a storm of emotions. Ecstacy unleashes in our chemistry. His cock thickens at the sounds I'm making, and my muscles twitch. I throw my head back as he continues to move in and out of me ruthlessly. I'm seeing stars in his darkness that I'm swallowed in like an ocean that doesn't have an end.

"You're being such a good girl for me. Fuck!" He growls, and he quickens his pace. Deep and calculated thrusts, and he reaches his own peak of bliss and slows.

He's filling my pussy up with his cum, and he makes sure I get every drop. He pulls out and watches the cum drip down onto the floor, and he smirks devilishly. He grabs the rest before it can exit my body and plugs his fingers into me, pushing his cum back in.

"My babies belong inside you. You'll never be alone again, my beautiful fiance. I'm going to hold onto you tighter and fiercer now…just like I promised."