I shudder as he advances, my vision blurring at the edges with each grind he takes to my arousal. "Oh Luca, you're so perfect like this," he says, his voice a dark purr. My breath catches in my throat, and I feel my energy draining with each movement he makes on me.
"Please stop," I beg, my voice barely a whisper as my body trembles erotically from pleasure. Despite my fear and the pleasure wallowing up inside me, I find myself being able to lean into him, my head resting against his broad and sexy chest.
"Luca," he pauses before whispering in my ear with a low predatory growl, "You're mine, all mine. If I catch you with anyone else, I'll kill you." His voice gets deeper, his teeth grazing my earlobe. I wince, a gasp escaping my lips, my resolve crumbling under his dominating presence. When he suddenly pulls away, I cry out in confusion, tears streaming down my face and body trembling from the intense pleasure. My breath comes in ragged gasps, his presence so disorienting that I can't think clearly. My body shakes as he steps back, leaving me to slide down against the wall to the floor.
He growls, low and predatory, his breath hitting my face as he kneels down in front of me, "Don't you even think about running or leaving me. If you do, I'll hunt you till the ends of the earth and kill you in the most unimaginable way possible." I flinch, the pleasure erased and replaced with fear. I nod without realizing it, not even knowing who this man is or what he wants. He chuckled darkly with satisfaction, his sharp teeth catching the dim light. He grabs my chin, titling it up toward him, his gaze intense burning into mine. I look away instantly, embarrassment filling my face alongside fear and every other sensation.
"Luca, do you know why I hunt?" My body goes rigid at his words, not knowing why hunt was his word choice. He sees my body freeze and begins, "Don't worry, I'm not planning to hurt you… at least not yet," he says with a predatory smile. I stutter, shaking beneath his gaze. His smile widens and I can see he's enjoying my fear.
What a sadistic motherfucking perv.
I grit my teeth. "What do you want with me?" My voice stutters, but I recover quickly, determined not to sound as terrified as I feel. Cain's smile slowly fades, his eyes darkening with something dangerous.
"Luca, I would watch your tone," he warns, voice dropping with a venomous growl. "I don't think you want to know what happens when I get angry."
Something snaps inside me—fear transforming into reckless defiance. I sat up straighter, slapping his hand away from my chin with more courage than I knew I possessed.
"Don't touch me, you fucking psycho," I snap, voice rising. A dangerous stillness comes over Cain, his eyes flaring with a cold rage that makes my stomach drop. Realizing my mistake too late, I attempt to backpedal. "Who are you anyway?" I ask, trying to break the tension, desperately aware I need to de-escalate this situation before it spirals beyond any chance of saving.
Cain's eyes remain glacial, a low growl emanating from deep in his throat. "You can call me Cain... since you will be with me till the day you die." My body freezes at his words, but anger still pulses through me, overriding my better judgment.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm not staying with you," I spit, recklessly bold. "I don't even know you, so get lost." I straighten my posture and step toward him, despite the knife residing in his hand. Cain's rage transforms into something even more unsettling—a darker smile than before curls his lips.
"I'm not leaving, Luca," he says with a chilling chuckle. "After all, you're my new plaything." I stare back defiantly, refusing to look away first.
I won't let him win this time. I need to escape. Maybe I can trick him with submission.
Strategically, I press my body against the wall in a deliberate show of defeat, my head tilted down in surrender. Cain's eyes widen briefly in surprise before narrowing with suspicion and intrigue. I look away, exposing the vulnerable side of my neck, feeling his predatory gaze lock onto this new display. He licks his lips and steps forward, closing the distance between us.
"Luca, you're playing a dangerous game," he purrs. "I hope you know what you're doing." I wince as his hot breath hits my neck, then gasp at the sudden jolt of pain as his teeth sink into my flesh, alongside an overwhelming sensation that hits my body. My body becomes hot and heavy, arousal taking form. My body tenses at the violation, shock and revulsion flooding through me, trying to fight the feelings of arousal. I gasp for air as he continues the assault, a horrifying realization dawning on me.
He is drinking my blood…
"What the...hell...are you?" I manage, my breathing ragged as Cain continues his assault. Gathering my strength, I shove him away and deliver a desperate kick to his stomach. He doubles over backward, momentarily stunned, wiping the blood from his mouth with a wicked glint. I press my hand to my neck, feeling the sticky warmth of blood on my fingers. "Good," I spit, watching him struggle for breath. "It's what you deserve, asshole."
I wobble to the door, throwing it open and bursting into the hallway. "Help!" I yell, my voice echoing in the empty corridor. No one answers. I turn toward the stairs, my sole focus on escape—when something hard collides with my skull. Pain explodes behind my eyes as my vision blurs, darkness creeping in from the edges. My last conscious thought is the realization that I never really had a chance at all.