He nods, taking my hand and making the sheet fall to the floor at my feet exposing my body to him again as he pulls me back to the bedroom. I twist my small wrist around his grip, it's useless.Laughable honestly.
"House, disarm." He orders and a ding sounds as we reach the closet, an automated voice coming from overhead, "Password."
He eyes me carefully only for a moment before he opens the double doors leading to the closet, or a kill room, "la vita è seminata di spine piu che di fiori."
I have no clue what he says, but it's Italian and sounds alarmingly beautiful coming from the lips of a monster. Why would he just say his password in front of me? He's that confidant I'm not a threat, or he has no plans to let me live long enough to share it.
Or he could just change it, stupid.
The armored windows roll up silently, allowing a new lightness to fill the home. Making it almost appear safe and welcoming.
I know better.
I can't help but to gasp as my eyes land on the huge walk-in closet, an island sits in the middle of two revolving racks of clothes. Suits and formal wear on one side, casual on the other. I step in, the wolf behind me momentarily forgotten, this seems unreal. My entire apartment could nearly fit in here. Everything I own would fill up less than half of the space. The realization makes a bitter taste fill my mouth, back to surviving. Back to the only meals I get being the free ones at work. Back to being stalked and harassed by my slimy landlord and his drugged-out wife.
I run my fingers over the glass top of the island, displaying expensive watches, necklaces and rings. All worth more than anything I've made in my entire life no doubt.
"Take anything you'd like." Noè says, tugging a black long-sleeved shirt from a hanger and pulling it over his marred skin. His cock large even when it's not tented, hidden beneath his boxers. My core aches from where he filled me last night. His words burn, as if him offering payment would make this seem any better. I reach up grabbing the least expensive thing I can find, unwilling to owe this man anything. Tugging the white t-shirt over my head grateful for the coverage as the memory of him ripping apart my thick velvet top fills my head. I know the sense of security it gives me is false, but I cling to it nonetheless.
He smiles at me warmly as he pulls on a pair of light wash jeans looking so... normal. "I quite like seeing my clothes on you doll."
I bite down on my lip hurrying past him, back into the bedroom where I find my skirt from last night and my boots. The only articles of myend of the worldoutfit that remain intact.
"Show me the way out… please." I mutter staring at the floor, hoping he'll just let me leave.
"Olive look, I know this didn't turn out the way you expected but you don't have to leave." He says a hopeful note to his voice.
I shake my head, scoffing at him. "Of course I have to fucking leave." I turn walking towards what I think is the way out. His heavy booted footsteps grow closer behind me, making my heart race before he grips my arm tugging me back to him.
"Olive please…" The vulnerability in his voice makes my willpower waver for the briefest moment. Men like him don't ask for anything, much less say please to a woman.
No Olive!
"For fucks sake stop that! Stop saying my name like that." I demand, jerking away from him. Conjuring my anger into confidence I don't have.
"Like what?" He says throwing up his hands as if I'm the exasperating one.
"Like it's a damn prayer! I don't know you. I don't want to; I just want to leave. Forget this ever fucking happened Noè. I sure as hell will."
My rage gets the best of me, loosening my verbal filter. "I know the kind of man you are I don't want to be a part of that. I willneverbe a part of someone like you."
A darkness fills his eyes, one I haven't seen there. For the life of me I can’t stop my hands from shaking. "Spoken from experience. Tell me little doll, has a man like me hurt you?" His voice gravels as he steps closer, his six-foot something frame towering over me as I back up. My heart thumping so loudly I can hear it whooshing in my ears.
"Miss me with the white knight bullshit. I'm leaving." I say as I turn again walking down the hall, fisting my hands hoping he won't notice the way my body trembles at his proximity.
Trembles with something entirely different from fear.
"I'll take you home." He grumbles, clearly not keen on the idea.
I'm nobody, just forget me.
"No fucking way. I can walk."
"Olive the nuclear threat may be gone but the kinds of people that played in the streets all night are far more dangerous than any warhead. It will take the police weeks if not months to get a handle on things again." The truth behind his words makes my palms sweat. I've lived on the streets of New York, walk them daily. I'll be fine for one more walk.
"Compared to you, I'll take my chances with them."
"The monsters you know are far less dangerous than the ones you don't." He all but growls, the possessive note to his voice making me uneasy.