Chapter 4 – His Promise

“Take off your dress” he ordered.

“No,” I plainly answered.

“I’m tired. Don’t make it hard for yourself. Be a good girl and take it off,” he wanted to make it seem like I had no option. But I did. And I was sticking with it.

“I said, no,”

He took his coat off, sighing in defeat.

“I know what you’re doing. You’re being the strong stubborn girl, playing hard, because you think that will back me off.” He started walking towards, cornering me against the wall again.

God, I hate being cornered.

His tall figure towered over my small one. He really was tall. Over six feet two. His brawny built made him look all the more intimidating and scarier. I gasped when he touched my cheek with his forefinger, tracing it to my neck right at its center. I was sure he could feel my heart racing against his finger

I gulped under his touch. His finger was rough and warm.

“What you don’t realize,” his face came closer to mine, “Is that I enjoy breaking tougher things. Your act will only make things difficult for yourself.”

I couldn’t breathe. He was too close again. His burning touch was distracting me a lot.

“Are you that desperate to have me?” I challenged.

His hands landed on my hips and he turned me around, my back against his chest as he lightly pushed me forward to the wall. A loud gasp escaped my lips. His one hand held both my wrists together behind my back while the other one held my neck from the front.

Call me crazy, but I really wanted to lean into his touch. My body was reacting in a foreign way.

“Yes, I am. Now undress, before I rip it off myself,” his lips neared mine almost touching before he left me abruptly, taking a few steps back.

Closing my eyes, I regained myself, before turning back to him. That’s when I noticed a dagger in a hilt on his waist.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” I took a step closer to him but I noticed his expression change. He seemed almost…excited. I stopped an inch away from him. The dagger was right there. I just had to break it away from him. “Promise me that you’ll be gentle though,” I tried the best I could at sounding convincing.

I neared him, placing my hand on his shoulder. He was hard as a rock, I couldn’t stop myself for feeling his chest. The other hand, I placed on his waist…near to where his dagger was.

Hah.

I had him.

In one swift motion, I broke free the dagger from the hilt and pointed it at his ribcage. “Try me now,”

Watching his face, made me question my move. He seemed unbothered by it…he looked amused.

“What do you plan on doing with that?” he questioned me calmly.

His botherless reaction was getting to me.

“I will drive it right through your fucking heart,” I gritted my teeth.

“I’m afraid that’s not my heart Vixen,” he stated it as a matter of fact.

“What-” I was taken aback by his reply and he wasted no second to take advantage of my falter. His hand gripped my wrist in which I held the dagger and brought it up to his heart, placing the tip there.

“This,” he pulled me closer making me gasp,” Is my heart,”

Blinking, I demanded, “Let go of me,”

“What is it?” he mocked me, softly, “Don’t want to kill me anymore? Go on. You’re pointing the dagger right at my heart. Do yourself and the world a favor.” He whispered near my lips, “Drive it right through,” His warm breath fanned against my lips, causing me to shiver.

“Damon, you’re holding me too tightly,” I barely managed to let the words out.

His grasp softened instantly and he pulled the knife away from me.

“The only reason you were able to get this dagger in your hand, is because I let you take it from me.” He put the dagger back in its sheath. I got my message loud and clear. He knew I wouldn’t dare think of taking it away again. Not that I could anyway. Not unless he allowed it.

I hadn’t achieved anything. He wanted it to happen and so it did.

Damon pushed me towards the bed and I landed on my back with him hovering on top of me. My attempts to push him away were obviously effortless. It was no good. He held my wrists above my head.

“Relax,” he said, amused at my state, “I won’t take you. Yet.”

His lips brushed against my neck, my breath quickened.

“Not until you beg me to.”

His voice dropped lower, dangerous, “And I promise you Vixen,” his eyes bore into mine, dark and hungry, “When you do beg me to fuck you, and you will, I will fuck you rough and hard,” his words came out a whisper against my cheek as I panted pathetically at his mercy. His words sent a wave of heat through my body.

His lips pressed against my cheek, lingering there but he didn’t kiss me. It felt as if he was restraining himself. Finally, he pulled back walking to the door, unlocking the door. Before leaving, he said, without looking back.

“We leave in an hour. Be ready.”