Bounty Hunter

Zinnia

I leaned my back against my bed frame and rested my head against my kneecap. My head was tilted to the side because, for some reason, I couldn’t look forward.

I couldn’t meet the eyes of my stalker after what I’d just done with him. I didn’t feel an iota of shame then, but right now, I did. And I wanted nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow me.

I stole a quick gaze in his direction and realised his gaze had been fixated on me all this time. I didn’t bother looking away and instead studied him.

He was now wearing all black except for the face cap. In the darkness of the room, his purple eyes glowed, however, the mark against his left eye could not be seen. His mouth carved into a thin line and he narrowed his eyes, as though studying me too.

My thoughts drifted back to the club. The bloody knife and everything. My mouth itched to ask him what had become of the man who had trier to force himself on me.

“What did you do to him?” I asked. I had no business trying to find out what happened to the asshole who tried to jump on me when I already knew the answer. The smirk on his face confirmed my assumption.

“I think you already know the answer to that, my little flower,” he rose to his feet and made his way toward me and dipped into the spot next to me.

“The same thing happened to those two assholes back at the club, the same happened to Officer George.”

I opened my mouth in disbelief, clearly unable to stomach what he just said. It wasn’t some loan sharks who killed them, it was him. And Officer George? He was innocent. How could he take away another life in cold blood and not show any sign of remorse?

“You killed an officer of the law,” I stated, trying to digest everything he had just said.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re welcome, by the way. Officer George was no different from the asshole who touched you. If anything, he was worse. Did you know? He had a pretty coloured resume?” He spoke with amusement in his voice.

I gasped. He’s lying. True, Officer George was an asshole. But the man he’s painting him out to be? I find that hard to believe.

“You’re lying. You’re just trying to justify your reasons for taking the life of an innocent. You’re just trying to justify your psychopathic urges to kill.”

“I’ve never had to justify my reasons for killing anyone, my little flower. It’s what I do for a living. I am a hunter. I hunt for predators and make them pay for their sins. And more so, when they come after what belongs to me,”

“Why?” Despite the million questions running through my mind, that was the only sane thing I was able to murmur.

He smirked, trailing his index finger against my chin, and then suddenly, he grabbed my neck, making me gasp. He pulled me forward so my face was barely inches away from his.

“Because my little flower, no one touches what is mine and gets away with it. And you, Zinnia Levine, My little flower, belong to me,”

I forced my face away from his hands. “I don’t belong to you. You’re crazy,” I murmured, getting off the bed and walking towards my closet to get something- anything- to cover me up. Somehow, I suddenly wasn’t comfortable being naked in front of him.

“Yes, you do.” He replied firmly.

“I don’t. You kill people. You murder people in cold blood. Get out of my house before I call the police!” I yelled, getting aggravated at the fact that I couldn’t find something to throw on.

Reed laughed. It was the most melodious sound I’d ever heard, and although he looked carefree laughing, it didn’t suit him. He seemed to be the kind of person who rarely laughed. As he began to approach me, I tensed.

“I just fucked your mouth whilst you played with yourself, my little flower. You think I’m worried over you calling the police on me?”

I pressed my back against the wall. And although he wasn’t touching me, having him invading my personal space made me feel cornered.

The heat oozing from him made me feel like I’d been wandering in winter for too long. My body itched to be touched by him, and he knew it. The asshole smirked and folded his arms behind his back as though telling me he had authority over me.

And if I was being honest to myself, he did have authority over me.

“You belong to me little flower. My dick hasn’t been inside you yet, but once I do, the entire world would know you’re mind. There’s no place on earth you will go to without me knowing.” His gaze dug a hole into mine. His index finger grazes my chin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushed against mine like a feather.

“And when I fuck you, I’ll make sure you can’t walk for days. I will chain you to my bed, stuff your panties in your mouth and seal your mouth with a duct tape and fuck the brains out of you. I will fuck you in every corner of my house. In the living room, kitchen, bedroom, toilet and balcony. I will fuck you in every way you never thought possible and in every angle. I will make sure to leave bruises on your skin, as a reminder that you belong to me.”

Every muscle in my body tensed. My heart rate was over the roof. My nipples hardened. He sealed my lips in a fierce kiss, sweeping off my senses along the way. My stalker dipped his head and took one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth. My head arched backwards, giving him more access. I feel the arousal dropping down my thighs.

“Now, be a good girl for me and fuck yourself with the toy I bought for you. Stretch that greedy little cunt for me and think it’s my cock fucking you because when I do, you’ll be just as psychotic as I am,” he finalised, sealing my lips with a kiss.

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