The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 111: I’ll Make It Hurt, And I’ll Make You Scream

Chapter 111: I’ll Make It Hurt, And I’ll Make You Scream

Isadora’s boots echoed in the lonely corridor, the faint sound of the ongoing ceremony could be heard from here.

But she wanted to go home.

The night events already weighed her mind and body, even though she had just spent a few hours there.

The night was cold, compared to the Feast Hall, it was warmer. She wished she could have brought a scarf or something to keep the cold away.

The only option she had was hugging herself, but it didn’t do much to prevent it, a reminder that Wintermoon was coming.

Isadora sniffled, wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks. Why in Alda’s name was she crying? Maybe it was because of Dain’s words, they were somewhat true.

She shook her head. "Don’t," she mumbled. She shouldn’t bother about what that good-for-nothing said, he’s probably trying to throw her off again.

He does not deserve her tears. No one did.

Her teeth clenched, and her chest burned at the thought of the silver eyed devil. She needed to stop these expectations she was suddenly having. It did not make sense. Everything did not.

All she could do was focus on the shame of being envious of Nyssa. She was better than that.

The sudden presence of an aura grabbed her attention. She halted her steps instantly and turned.

There was no one there.

It could be the bats, there were many here, and it kept her awake most of the night.

Sighing heavily, she faced ahead, eager to get home quickly, take a long bath, and sleep away her worries.

She chuckled, as if that ever worked but the silence would be welcomed.

"You’re losing your touch, love," a gravelly voice came through, silver eyes peering from the dark.

"Maybe we should resume our lessons so I can teach you not to get sneaked upon."

Isadora’s breath hitched at the voice close to her ear, she reached for her dagger but it was too late.

She barely had time to register the force that grasp her waist and pulled her into the dark.

It was nothing but a faint brush of wind. The next, she was against the cold stonewall of the secluded corridor, the moonlight slipped in from the opening just a few feet away. The strong wind blew through.

Isadora slowly opened her eyes and met with silver ones.

Kraven.

He followed her! But the way he looked at her.

Unhinged.

Furious.

Starving.

Wasn’t he enjoying the ceremony with Nyssa? What is he doing here?

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

The response she got was a grip on her jaw and her features morphed into discomfort.

"I should ask you the same question, love. You should be enjoying your ceremony."

"I should say the same for you, Lord Raven. You should be enjoying your company."

He chuckled deeply and leaned closer, his ragged breath brushing against her face, blowing the cold away.

"Is my little bunny jealous?" He licked his lips. "Good, you should be."

It took two beats to realize what he meant. He didn’t...

"Tell me," he breathed, tilting his head to the side, grinning widely like a Cheshire feline, the dimples carving into his cheeks. "Did it hurt, seeing me with her?"

Isadora stiffened, he had been watching her, the entire time.

"Did it make you sick? Burn? Drowned with rage and have to hide it and just watch?"

He sounded as if he was talking about himself more than her. His words were raw, possessive and each of them caused the dead butterflies to dance.

"Because if it didn’t, I’ll make it worse next time."

Isadora glared, suddenly disturbed by his words. He would do it again? And worse? It was hard to suppress the image of him kissing Nyssa, touching her.

She was angrier at herself for thinking about such a blasphemous thing. "Let me go."

"No."

She tried to move, to do anything to stop him from dominating her. But his dark weaves had already banded her hands above her head.

"You think I was indifferent?" Kraven seethed. "You think I didn’t see you? That I didn’t feel your eyes expecting something from me?"

Isadora struggled more, keeping her erratic eyes on him, but the weaves got tighter.

"How dare you walk through those doors looking like this?!"

Her pulse quickened. Her squirming ceased.

He leaned more against her frame until she felt like he would bury her within it, cage her forever and only he would know where to find her.

"Having the nerve to expose yourself." His hand trailed to her gown slit, goosebumps finding her body as his hand made contact with her bare skin.

His hand was warm.

"In Daudi’s name, I wanted to tear every set of eyes from their skulls!"

Her stomach tightened, and her chest heaved as her wide eyes searched for calm. But he wasn’t calm... he was furious.

"They were looking at you," he murmured in a ragged whisper.

His little bunny.

"I should’ve taken their eyes." His voice darkened. "Maybe then I wouldn’t feel this... irritation."

Isadora’s ragged breath filled the air, her lips parted but she couldn’t form words. Emotions swamped her mind and she couldn’t pinpoint any of them.

All she could feel and breathe was his rage, and something else that stalled her mind.

Desire.

Desire that mingled with hers.

The look in her eyes delighted Kraven, his blood coursing with need.

"Cat got your tongue, Isadora?" He straddled her leg on his waist and took the dagger out of her holster swiftly.

"Don’t let it hold, because I need you to feel my rage... and scream." He placed the cold steel against her cheek.

"Are you going to kill me?" she whispered, frightened but not in the way she thought because at this moment there was no lust for blood.

He chuckled, releasing the blade for his dark weaves to hold onto, pointing behind his head like an assurance. "Screaming doesn’t only involve death, love."

She gasped, startled, with wide eyes, when his hand brushed against her core.

"I need you to feel my rage in another way. I’ll make it hurt, and I’ll make you scream."

He thrust two fingers into her.