I Want To Be His Prey Mga Nobela at Kwento

He did not care how I feel, it doesn't matter to him that he was destroying my life. I clap my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream. Tears pour like a torrent of rain. I just want to die, to end the pain and the memory. "Isobel!" Katrina yells, but her voice is so faint I almost couldn't hear it. But I hear his voice, so distinct in my heart, clear and fresh as though he's here with me saying it. "You're my new prey!" That's what he says. "I can use you any way I like"

“They aren’t prey, they are people, just like you.” “There is no one like me, my sweet Ira.” I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning as he cupped my breasts from behind and took my nipples between his two fingers. “Thank the goddess for that. If there were more of you, the earth would have been wiped off and living beings would cease to exist. You would kill every living thing because everyone is prey to you and you don’t know when to stop.” I said to him as he pressed his body into mine so I would feel his erection.

He snarled murderously. What in fuck was he spewing from his buccal cavity? The perplexity in her eyes confused him for a seconds. Mark blinked an eye. He won't be deceived twice. Alicia was a green snake in a green grass. He needed to unsheathe his claw. He never could tell when she might strike. "What do you mean by that? Of course, I am Alicia." "You know what I am saying. Don't you dare play the innocent on me." His eyes burnt her as he raised the knife higher above him, prepared to delve it directly into her heart at any slightest moves. "Who are you working for?"

She feels like his prey under his gaze like he is hunting her down, ready for his next meal. “You see what I am. Yet you still don’t think I will hurt you? This isn’t a book Anais. I don’t eat animals and glitter in the sun, you’re my only victim to ever get to walk away.” He steps back, her hands grabbing him, trying to pull him closer.

"I'm not a savior or a knight in some bloodied armor. I didn't do it for you, I did it because I want you for myself. And I wanted all of you to myself. I did it for myself." His fingers moved from my face and went to my neck, he watched his fingers as they curled around my throat almost as if he was finding some kind of sadistic satisfaction from this, "I've watched you, learned you, saw your vulnerabilities, your need for someone to save you from yourself. I decided to be that someone, but not out of kindness or chivalry. No, it was the darkness in me that yearned for your chaos. I wanted to claim you, to break you and make you mine in every way possible," his voice dripped with eerie poss

he purred, pinning me with an intense stare that was often accompanied with him telling me that I was his good girl. “I was hunting the best prey out there, so I needed to give it my all.” He stood up and made his way over to me, clearly the one stalking his prey now. Oh, how I wanted him to devour me like any good predator would once they caught their prey. His nose ran down my neck until he got to his mark and bit it but not hard enough to break the skin. It was enough to double my need for him.

I smile. “Next time, I want to be chased first. I want to run. I want them to catch me.” A pause. “That can be arranged. Anything else?” I think about their hands on my body. Their cocks inside me. The word they kept using – prey. “No,” I say. “That’s everything.” For now.

With this mutual conquest. I had sworn to make him fall in love with me by driving him mad with jealousy. But as the first light of day caresses his sleeping face against my shoulder, I wonder, with a pang of panic, which of him or me is drowning the deepest in this blood pact. The hunt has begun. But in the light of dawn, it becomes terribly, dangerously clear that the hunter and the prey are one.

I felt the sudden shift in him, "Different how?" He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck right where the pink ribbon sat, "Because I'm going to hunt you," he whispered against my skin, sending a wild, electric shiver straight down to my thighs, "And then I'm going to eat you alive. Once you step foot into those woods, Gianna, you lose your voice. You cannot tell me no for a single thing I do to your body. That is the ultimate rule of the Hunt. The prey doesn't get a choice. The prey just gets to be... the prey. You will belong to me, every single part of you."

She closed her eyes as she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, there was nothing she could do against these people. They were formidable and she was only their toy to play with as they deemed fit. Alessandro had made it clear today that he was not done dealing with her. She could not even being to fathom how he had ripped a man’s head off his neck, shattering bones and tendons with just his bare hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he quickened his pace. Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey...