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Jumping forward, I save it from being burnt. My stomach growls as I toss the dozen or so pieces onto two different plates. But I don’t go to eat.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m starving, but I’m almost afraid to put something in my mouth.
I can still taste Sophia’s blood on my tongue.
It’s intoxicating.
Hell, I should shower too, but her flowery scent sticks to my body like a thin blanket. It somehow even manages to overpower the stench of death that’s still stuck to me… but only barely. It’s still pungent enough to remind me what’s going on.
War.
A vicious war.
And it’s only going to get more violent.
Fine. I can deal with that. I’m used to violence, no matter how cowardly I reacted at the library.
That girl who collapsed in the alleyway… it’s not the first time I’ve seen the innocent pay the ultimate price for a battle I was caught up in.
But the girl was Sophia’s around age. She reminded me of my captured princess. This time, it all seemed so much more… personal.
Fuck.
How has she gotten under my skin this fast?
I’ve fucked a hundred girls before, and none of them have felt half as good as her… or half as right.
But it’s not just that. Before today, I hadn’t even fucked her yet. So, what drew me in before that? Was it the kiss? Her pussy?
No. It’s not just that perfect little body of hers.
There’s a fire inside of Sophia that draws me in. A light in her eyes that calls to me like a fucking siren.
When I’m around her, I feel warm. The flames of hell retreat for a moment, and I get to experience something I never thought I would.
I’m just not sure what that something is.
Why does she make me feel so good?
Because she’s your type!
The voice seems to scream at me from the deepest recesses of my soul.
My type.
That’s the fucking problem.
That cheeky fucking girl. She threw my words right back in my face. And I fucking loved it.
I never thought I had a type. In the past, when I was horny, I’d find the prettiest girl I could and I would fuck her. No matter who I chose, they would always be more than ready to kneel before me.
Not Sophia.
From the second she laid those chestnut brown eyes on me, I was an enemy. She wasn’t about to lay down at my feet and beg for my cock. She didn’t want me to spoil her.
She wanted me to earn her.
Well, fuck. I must have done something right. Because she just gave me everything.
