Chapter 8

“ Thousands of woman were trying to charm him with their skin and curves, yet he fell for the one most covered.

Thousand of eyes staring at him, begging for attention, yet all he could look at was the one with her eyes lowered.”

….

Lub.

Dub.

The pounding in my chest grew deafening, a visceral rhythm of fear and something darker—something I didn’t want to name. Those silver-grey eyes were liquid steel, cold and unyielding, pinning me to the spot with a predatory intensity that drained the air from the room.

It felt like the world had stopped spinning.

My mind screamed at me to look away, to run, but my body refused. His presence was suffocating, a tangible force that coiled around me like chains. The shawl I always carried hung loosely, hiding most of my head, face, leaving only my wide, terrified eyes visible.

And then he spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

"Who the hell are you?" His tone was frigid, devoid of any humanity. "And how did you get in here?"

My breath hitched, the words lodged in my throat. He was massive, towering over me with the kind of strength that could crush me without a second thought. His thighs trapped mine on either side, and the sharp pressure between my legs made me acutely aware of just how vulnerable I was.

This wasn’t fear.

This was terror.

"I…" My voice cracked but I couldn't fanthom a sentence.

His eyes narrowed, and the cold command in them made my stomach churn. " Are you an assassin? Sneaking in to kill me?”

I froze as his hand shot out, wrapping firmly around my throat—not enough to choke me, but enough to assert control. My pulse thundered against his palm, and I could feel the heat of his skin, a cruel juxtaposition to the icy menace in his gaze.

Speak… come on Eve.

But I couldn't. My mouth opens but no words leave my lips. So I settle with my only option. I shake my head in a no frantically.

My mouth suddenly resembled a sandpaper.

It did shit in convincing him.

Rather, those steel orbs only turn darker. His grip on my neck tightens and I feel his other hand sneaking down to invade into my clothes.

My heart stops in my chest as his huge warm palm slide over my ankles…naked thighs… to only go higher.

What the hell is he doing-

Heat burn every inch of my skin he touched and I feel a line of goosebumps line my skin. The strange feeling between my thighs had only worsened and I feel like a little mouse getting examined before its dissection.

His eyes were concentrated. Waiting for one wrong move from my side to snap my neck and I stay still, like a mannequinene.

And then it happens.

His fingers trace the lower countour of my breast and I see confusion cloud his eyes.

His brows furrow. Failing to understand our situation… to understand me.

And then reality hits.

“ You are a woman?”

No shit Sherlock.

Within seconds my body is turned around and my breasts smash against the mattress. My face presses against the pillow and my arms are locked behind my small waist.

“ Aghh please I mean no harm-”

Finally. My voice found me.

Phew.

More than a minute in the beasts lair and I am still breathing. Its a milestone. Right?

"Lilly. She… she needs me. Those men took her. I just need…you to…find her..”

I crane my neck to look over my shoulder, to find his head tilted , his expression unreadable, though his grip tightened fractionally on my wrists.

"Lilly?"

For a fleeting second, hope sparked within me. Maybe—just maybe—he’d listen. But then his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“ Just look at you. Sneaking into my room and demanding favours . Aren’t you an audacious little bitch?”

My breath turns uneven and I squirm to only feel his huge hands pressing me deeper into the mattress. Muffling my face.

I couldn't breathe.

Tears sting my eyes.

As I feel his hot breath on my earlobe.

“ I am bored of you bitches, concocting lies to sneak into my room.”

“ It seems the last lesson was not enough. I will have to set an exemplary example with you.”

What?

What is he saying?

Woman? Sneak into his room? Example?

“ You want a good fuck, right? I will make sure you never open these slutty legs of yours in front of any man again.”

I freeze. My body locks up as I feel his huge palm dropping onto my ass.

I try to scream, to tell him I am not the one he thinks I am.

But its futile.

My sound comes muffled against the pillow. My tears stain the satin pillowcover and my body thrashed helplessly like a nonswimmer against a deadly wave.

This is it.

There is no escaping from the clutches of the beast.

I am going to be hunted tonight.