Aurelia
He moved like liquid shadow with lethal grace of a predator stalking towards his prey. Before I could register what was happening, I was pinned. My body trapped between his and the wall, his body a solid unyielding line hard against mine. My breath left my lungs in a shocked rush. And there, at my throat was a blade.
It was black, matte, that doesn't reflect light. The cold kiss of the blade against my neck sent an electric jolt through my body. My heartbeat sky rocketed, hammering against my chest in a rhythm that has nothing to do with fear but everything to do with his closeness, his hard planes pressed against me, and scent; whiskey and sin, filling my lungs.
I hated it. I hated how my body reacts to him in that unforgiving traitorous way.
He flipped the dagger from his left hand to his right, the movement so casual that is almost a blur.
The new angle pressed the flat of the blade more firmly against my skin.
"Imagine stabbing the neck," he drawled, his voice low and velvety rumble that shot straight to my core, pooling heat low in my belly.
"The artery requires precision and skill" he trailed the blade to the fluttering pulse on my neck with a terrifying slowness.
"Pressure, matters too." The tip dipped on my neck and my pulse leaped wildly.
"You're insane," my voice came out breathless and trembling.
A shadow crossed his face, darker than the blade. And God help me, I was wet. A shameful arousal coiled tight within me. A knife at my throat, and I was turning on.
He shifted minutely, the hardened peaks of my chest brushed against the solid wall of his chest through the thin fabric of my shirt and his. I fought back a moan, biting my lips until I tasted blood.
He noticed. Of course, he does. Those amber eyes notice everything.
"Twyla..." He drawled, darkness crossing his face once more.
"Get away from me," I pleaded, the words thready and weak. It sounded like I was asking for the exact opposite.
A dark, knowing amusement glinted in his eyes.
"You don't sound like you want me to get away, Little Writer" his voice dropped an octave lower, heightening my senses even further. That nickname.
Asshole.
He moved again, shifting his stance to placed a thick, muscular thigh between mine. My knees buckled in response.
"Please Jayvion..." My breath hitched, coming in shallow pants.
"Please what?!" His free hand came up to cradle my jaw, his thumb caressing my cheek before his fingers slid down to cover my neck, not squeezing but holding, forcing my gaze to stay locked on his. Just touch me. I almost sobbed it aloud. My body arched into him, a screaming answer.
He smirked, a deadly devastating curve of his lips.
"Just like that" he murmured, his breath fanning my face. I just realized how short I am in front of him. Or maybe he was just very tall.
"You get turned on with a knife on your throat. Just like the ones you write, hmm?"
He flexed his thigh, applying a deliberate pressure against my core. A broken moan escaped my lips before I could cage it. I doubt if that sound really came from me.
He growled in my ear at my reaction.
He moved his thigh against me, a ruthless, perfect friction. Shame evaporated and got replaced by a need so raw it stole every reason. I shamelessly ground on him, my hands flew to his arms for balance.
"J-jayv.." I was losing myself. Teetering on the edge, chasing my climax given to me by this terrifying beautiful man.
"Right" he growled, his own control fraying. Thank goodness I'm not the only one affected.
"Say my name like I fucking own you, " he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his thigh worked mercilessly on me.
"Because I do. You're mine, Aurelia"
The use of my real name, not 'Little Writer ' shattered something final inside me.
"You look so beautiful coming undone on my blade" he rasped, his voice thick with desire that mirrored mine.
"Now be a good girl...and come for me"
The command shattered something inside me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, my body convulsed against his, held upright only by his frame pinning me against the wall- by one hand at my neck and the other holding the blade.
"You look so beautiful like that, Twyla" he whispered and I looked up, my half lidded eyes staring at him.
"What is it, Little Writer?"
Jayvion
Her expression suddenly changed and her eyes flickered with a painful emotion. Pain. I want to hunt down every mother f*cker that ever hurt her.
"I'm not" her voice was low and barely audible. I recognize what this is; insecurity.
"You're ugly and unattractive. I doubt you'll ever even have a boyfriend. No guy will look at you. You write love stories as a compensation"
A rage so potent I could taste its bitterness on my tongue rose from my gut. There are lines some f*cker told her. She's hurt. She's insecure about her looks. He made her question her self worth. He made her look at herself in the mirror with tears in her eyes. And he's still walking the earth. The thought alone made my blood boil. I'm gonna make him pay. He'll beg me to kill him.
"Who said that to you?!" I growled, my eyes smoldering with an impending danger.
"Does it matter? It's been years" she smiled sadly. I grabbed her throat and squeezed gently, not to hurt her but to warn her.
"Every single thing about you matters. Now give me his name, Aurelia" she gasped at my words. She gives a certain expression when I call her with her real name.
I waited. One beat, then two.
"A-Aspen Cruz"
My blood boiled the moment she said the name.
"Don't hurt him" she quickly added. I pinned her with a deadly glare of my own that instantly made her squirm beneath me. She lowered her head.
With the tip of the dagger, I lifted her chin and made her look me in the eyes.
"I don't fix your insecurities. I erase the people who give them to you"