The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 114: Torn Between Desire And Thirst

Chapter 114: Torn Between Desire And Thirst

Kraven had spent the entire night silencing whispers of it. So It came forth, sharper and harder to endure. A voice whispering its demand. Kill.

The thirst, the need to ruin, to make something end. They sharpened greater, circling at the edge of his mind like a starved beast directing at the only breathing thing within reach.

Before his mind could cease the warning, he was already leaning toward her, hands pressed at the side of her head, his breathing heavy as the mere thought of the color of her blood drowned his mind.

Would it have the same fragrance as her honeyed scent? Would the screams of death be more pleasing than her screams of pleasure?

She was right here, vulnerable. It would be so easy.

A simple movement, a press of his hand against her throat. He would watch the light leave her eyes, see the terror blossom on her pretty face, surrendering to him completely.

The thought should have stirred his excitement. But it didn’t.

His teeth clenched as a growl built in his throat, bitter and unstable. It was chaotic as the impulses drowned him to the point of insanity.

He had always wanted the kill. Always. When he set his eyes on life, he thirsted to end it, cover it in darkness, everything would decay, just as he needed.

Isadora groaned, shifting until her back met the bed and the sight of her was complete before his eyes.

His hand moved before he could stop it, barely touch her skin. The warmth of it burned against his own.

She was warm, alive, breathing.

Why did he want this more?

Then the image of Isadora’s dead body flashed in his head, replacing that woman’s own.

She would be free and he didn’t want her free.

It curled around his mind, diminishing the need for blood.

Kraven unraveled the small dagger and pinned it beside her head.

He stepped back, keeping his lustful gaze on her. Soft porcelain skin like the moonlight, chest rising and falling with each steady breath. Her hardened nipples pressed against the tunic material, begging to be devoured.

His fingers twitched at his sides, torn between wrapping them around her neck or tracing her body.

His mind screamed for blood. His body craved something.

It was an internal turmoil that attempted to drown him and he didn’t know which would win.

So he made a choice.

He turned on his heel and left, eager to be as far away from her as possible.

~♧~

Isadora groaned, turning on her bed. She had a far better sleep than she had expected.

She flicked her eyes open and her breathing still when she set her eyes on a dagger pinned to her bed inches away from her face.

In alert, she sat up and grabbed it, observing the steel. It was hers, the same one Kraven took and pointed behind his head.

’What is it doing here?’ she thought, her eyes veering around her room in search of someone but she was alone.

Yet she couldn’t fight the nagging thought that Kraven had come here last night.

Her cheeks burned at the thought, setting her gaze on her half-naked body with just her tunic covering her.

She squeaked, dragging the bottom down as if it did much coverage last time. "D-Did he see me like this?" Her cheeks burned more.

A sudden sound from downstairs caught her attention. Her pulse raced as she crawled out of her bed and put on her leather pants.

But then her eyes caught the mirror. "Alda!"

Her hair looked like a bird’s nest. She quickly brushed the strands with her comb and wrapped her hair atop her head.

Isadora rushed down the stairs ignoring the biting pain between her legs. Her heart slammed against her chest as anticipation pulsed through.

She gasped when she set her attention on the unwanted visitor.

A frown took over her features instantly. "Logi?"

"Ah, Isa, good morning!" He pitched, relaxing more on his seat, with his boots on the table.

Isadora glared at the dirt on her table and then back at him. "What are you doing here and how did you get in?"

"You should lock your door more often," he pointed out.

"I did lock it," she replied with clenched teeth.

"Oh, that’s why it was harder to open then." He shrugged.

Isadora’s fist clenched at her sides. "You haven’t answered my question"

"Yes yes!" He took his legs off the table and stood to his feet.

He gave a dramatic bow and said. "Isadora, from today henceforth, I’m your lapdog. My life is yours now."

Isadora blinked in shock, staring at him like he had sprouted two heads. "What in the seven gods’ name are you talking about?!"

"Oh yes! The wager remember? The one made with your life."

Isadora folded her arms against her chest. "How could I forget?"

"Well, I bargained to take the Ravenites if you died."

"Of course." She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Logi chuckled, she definitely woke up at the wrong side of the bed this morning, she looked as if she wanted to cut his throat.

His eyes searched for her dagger just to be safe, and he found it sheathed on her holster.

He cleared his throat. "Our Lord Raven in return bargained my livelihood, simply reducing a fine genius like me to your lapdog for as long as you may live."

Isadora’s lips parted in shock, the words hanging in her throat.

"So you better get used to seeing me more often, much to my disappointment," he added with a frown, waving her off with his hand. "A wager is a wager after all."

"W-W-What..." she stuttered. "I-I don’t want that!"

"You don’t get to decide, little one." He walked around her parlor like he owned it, eyes searching for anything interesting.

"Then who does?!"

"Kraven."

Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name.

Logi noticed how tense she became, and her breathing hitched. His orbs caught a thick red bruise on her neck.

He closed a book he held, and with hands behind his back, he closed the distance between them and leaned down to her, a smirk on his lips. "So if you disagree, take it to him, not me."