“Fucking dickhead,” I choke out, and yes, I see the hypocrisy, but fuck him anyway.
He scarcely gives me a moment to breathe, then he’s threatening to rob me of air once more. His grip isn’t as tight, leaving a kernel of space in my windpipe that allows me to inhale.
“Come on, little mouse, you know I only answer to two names,” he taunts. “Let me hear you say my name. It sounds so much sweeter when you can’t breathe.”
“Zade,” I growl, but he shakes his head.
“Uh-uh,” he tsks, voice dipped in sweet venom. “I want you to call me by my other name, Adeline.”
Tears of frustration pool in my eyes, one breaking free and slipping past my lashes. He tracks the droplet, a savage grin ghosting across his lips before the tip of his tongue darts out and licks the salty water from my face.
I clench my teeth, pride rising, fueled by anger for this insufferable man. When Zade and I are happy, it’s easy to forget how much he enjoys seeing me suffer. And I wonder if this is why I lash out thoughtlessly. Maybe a part of me likes the way he makes me suffer, too.
He drifts the tip of his tongue over the side of my cheek and to my ear, leaving a wet trail in his wake before dark whispers warm my skin instead.
“If you make me tell you again, I will strap you to this tree until the birds are ready to eat.”
“God,” I bite out, my voice hoarse from the strain. “Are you happy now?”
He bares his teeth, and I realize that the fear he instills in me will likely eat me alive before the birds ever could.
“Not even fucking close,” he hisses. “I think I quite like the idea of tying you to this tree—the birds feasting on the helpless little mouse.”
Terror glides down my constricted throat and low into my stomach, morphing into an inebriating feeling that burns and burns until my eyes droop into a half-lidded state.
“Punish me then. I deserve it,” I hiss.
I want him to.
As long as he’s here, touching me, hurting me—it’s better than him being another ghost haunting Parsons Manor.
“Or is the kitty cat too scared of the mouse?”
He tips his head back, a laugh working its way from his throat and sending chills down my spine. Evil. It was an evil laugh, and my excitement ramps up.
He suddenly drops me, and steps away, barely giving me time to catch myself. Just as I straighten, he tips up his chin.
“Have you come here to ask for forgiveness?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m—”
“Undress,” he orders, cutting off my apology.
Biting back a retort, I listen, and tear the articles of clothing from my body until I’m naked. It’s hot outside, yet I shiver beneath his blazing eyes.
My nipples harden beneath his wandering gaze, causing his nostrils to flare. Suppressing the urge to cover myself, I lean back against the tree, another shiver racking my body from the rough bark.
Licking his lips, he gazes at me like a hawk would a mouse. Predatory and full of intention. Slowly, his long fingers undo the buckle on his belt, before jerking it out from the loops of his black jeans.
A rock forms in my throat, but I don’t bother swallowing it down because I know it’ll come right back up. Especially as he strides towards me, and then behind the tree. The trunk isn’t large by any means, so just as I go to turn my head, his hand comes up from behind me and grips my jaw, forcing it straight.
“Face forward, Adeline,” he orders, his deep voice full of warning.
His hand retreats, and my heart pounds erratically, causing my breathing to hiccup. The weight of anticipation is suffocating, and when I finally see his belt come into view, I can’t help but flinch away.
It loops across my throat and around the trunk before it tightens, the leather groaning from the force. My eyes bulge, my precious air supply cutting off for the third time as he refastens the buckle. The fucker used his belt to pin me to the tree.
He comes out from behind me and faces me once more, his devilish gaze taking in his masterpiece.