Twelve

NICOLAI POV

I didn't tolerate defiance, It was not something I did, I didn't spare my kill either, but I was willing to make an exception this time.

Brea was like a wild cat and I loved cats. The fiercer the better. But I wanted to tame her like a dog though.

I'd planned to tie her up and use her body as a canvas it was meant to be but decided against it at the last minute. She was nothing, and yet she was.

I didn't want her dead yet. Not when she was so thrilling to be around.

I wondered how the electric shock felt running through her skin. It was a sight to see her writhing on the floor, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head. Would there be a nasty red bruise on her neck if I were to take it off?

I toyed with the idea before the memory of the kiss I'd been trying to block crashed into my head with an intensity that made my head spin. Her blood had tasted like wine. The best kind.

I felt my pant tighten, the tingly sensation I felt spreading across my skin until it was