Mark of regret

Chapter 5

Andre' s P.O.V.

The thrust was savage, expanding her walls. The image of her father slitting my dad's throat clouded my mind, how my dad choked on his own blood. Her screams softened Into whimpers as I thrust with all viciousness.

 She was going to pay for her father's sin. My hand on her throat tightened, enough to cut the air for sometime before loosening the grip. I continued to fuck her even with the tears In her eyes. The room was filled with the sound of the furious slaps of our bodies and the groans from our mouths. 

She was a mess; her blonde hair wasn't silky anymore, it was over the bed and her pale face as I fucked her brains out. After her fourth orgasm, I finally came inside of her with a loud growl. 

There was a twisted sense of satisfaction in me when I pulled away and watched as my cum leaked from her pulsating arousal.

My gaze shifted to her face; she was a boneless heap, with her pale face drowsy with contentment. “She was going to be the end of me.” I muttered, a smile crept into my lips. 

I lay by her side; our breaths were heavy and in sync. The smile on my face died as the import of what we just did hit me.

I just fucked Jasmine, a traitor's daughter and my sister's best friend.

She was fast asleep, but I couldn't sleep. 

“I need to kill her now, or at least subdue her and drag her to the dungeon” I muttered.

I pushed myself up from the bed, but fatigue pulled me down, and I fell back into the bed, making a mental note to deal with her later.

I succumbed to the heaviness in my eyelids as darkness enveloped my senses.

The sound of scuffling and cursing woke me up. My eyes fluttered open, only to find Jasmine wearing the remaining pieces of her dress angrily. I watched her with amusement.

 I lay still, pretending to be asleep, anticipating what her next move would be. She didn't fail to surprise me; with a determined resolve, she stalked to where I threw the blade earlier, picked it up, and advanced towards me with her wobbly legs.

I closed my eyes, feeling that bed dip due to her weight. Her scent mixed with mine filled my nostrils as she got closer. I had that urge to inhale her, but I resisted. She took a deep breath and raised the blade, aiming for my heart. Before the blade could make contact with my skin, I opened my eyes and gripped her hands tightly. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't let go of the blade.

She held on to the blade this time, refusing to let go. Our hands hovered above my chest; one wrong move, blade will pierce my skin. 

A lopsided grin formed on her lips. She was enjoying this.

“You don't give up easily, kitten. I like you already” I said teasingly, still holding her hand.

“You flatter me.” She replied sarcastically .

“But I still want you dead” she snapped, shoving the blade forward.

“It's going to be the other way round; brace yourself.” Without warning, I kicked her legs that were straddling me in the bed. She collapsed forward, landing face flat on my chest. Before she could catch her breath, I flipped her onto the bed and pinned her, my body pressing her down.

She gasped sharply, but the blade in her hand was strong. Her ocean blue eyes were consumed by spite and contempt, but her grip on that blade never wavered. I increased the pressure on my hands, enjoying the wince that spread across her face. The blade, this time, was right on her neck, where I had kissed her earlier.

A wave of pain passed through my heart at the thought of ending her life. If only we didn't have such a cruel fate.

She closed her eyes in surrender; we both understood that truth: one of us will walk away alive.

“Get it over with” she said defiantly in one breath, letting her hands fall to her side. The moment the blade touched her skin, the strange sensation surged through me again, but this time, it was beyond powerful.

 The blade dropped from my hands and landed on the bed as my entire body trembled uncontrollably with an unknown force.

My gums began to itch fiercely, and in just a few seconds my canines grew sharp and long, and the urge to sink them into Jasmine skin overwhelmed me.

In the spur of the moment, I grabbed her hair forcefully and tilted her head back. I sank my canines deep into her neck. I didn't know what I was doing, but it felt right. Jasmine sniveled in pain and tried to push me away, but I pinned her hands down and delved deeper into her skin. She stopped struggling after some time; her whimpers turned into loud cries as tears coated the edges of her lashes. Before I could think of what I was doing to her, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I surrendered to it.

Just like how the feeling came so suddenly, it disappeared the same way. My mind that was clouded by my feral desires cleared.

I jerked away from Jasmine, with wide, mystified eyes, my teeth dripping with her blood. 

Jasmine stared at me with hollow eyes, shocked from the whole thing that had just happened. The hollowness in her eyes begins to change. Her eyes bulged with bewilderment and fright when she saw her blood dripping down her neck.

She wrapped her hands around her and moved back and forth on the bed.

She was trembling all over, mumbling incoherent words. I moved closer to her, worried about the import of what I had done, but she backed away, like a scared kid, still trembling.

I felt a sharp pain spread across my chest, seeing her like that.

A faint sound left her lips. I tried to listen, but I could only understand one sentence." I'm doomed." She kept repeating the sentence. Like a glitched robot, rocking back and forth.

Suddenly, she got out of the bed hurriedly and dashed out of the room, through the window, like a phantom. It happened in just seconds, so it took my brain some time to register that she wasn't in my room anymore.

I got up hastily and looked out the window, hoping to get a glimpse of her blonde hair, but she was gone.