CHAPTER 7
"What did you say?" Vextral asked with amusement in his voice. "Tame me?" He repeated as he tilted his head to the side. He was trying to read in her eyes if she was kidding. It got to be a sick joke. Vextral Gage and the word 'tame' were a total black and white in contrast.
His smile faded, and his hand instantly reached for her neck, but it didn't make it there, for she gripped his wrist firmly. He was surprised that she caught his hand. Her face hardened as she put on extra strength.
So she wasn't crazy after all.
"You want it the hard way?" The stoney edge in her tone was believably true.
He takes it back. Her brain was certainly malfunctioning. He exerted his own force. Her hands weren't enough barrier as he roughly held her neck and pushed her down on the table. Her upper body was laid on the surface. She grunted from the impact when her back hit the table. Some of the items on the top fell on the ground, echoing in the room.
Rizika tried to kick him, but he caught her thigh and held her in place. The flimsy nightgown wouldn't be stopping her move. She could care less if it ripped from her actions. The important thing was she had to fight this giant of a man. She used her other leg to get free, but then she winced as her wound throbbed in pain. She bit her tongue not to scream from the pain. The bastard was gripping her wound.
He was standing in between her legs against the table. Her nightdress got ripped to the side as she struggled, making a long slit.
But she stopped thrashing when the pain reverberated in her body again as he squeezed on it. She hissed, her face contorted. Her back was aching because of the items that were digging her skin.
His hold on her neck was tight, but enough to make her breathe. Her hands were holding his wrist.
He gave another squeeze in her wounded thigh, and that made a whimper out of her throat. She stopped fighting then. Her hands fell on her side weakly. She felt a hot liquid crawling from her thigh. Her wound was bleeding again.
"Let go of me." Her teeth were gritting in rage. She never felt so weak like this. He's just one man, and she can't even hit him. She felt shame in herself.
[System: Stamina: 50%]
[System: Damage skin alert!]
[System: Wound bleeding alert!]
'System, activate mimic'. She had to try it.
[System: Mimic Target invalid!]
[System: Please choose another target.]
What the fuck? So, this man couldn't be copied? She never thought a system could be this utterly useless. Well, it was in every sense useless for her. Her hand was trying to reach for something on the table. But everything was too far out, and her strength was draining fast.
[System: Stamina: 25%]
[System: Damage skin on your back and bleeding thigh alert!]
[System: Comply any task to receive reward.]
'System, deactivate!' Since it wasn't helpful at all. She deactivated the system and it won't be pissing her off again unless she activates it back. How could she comply with those tasks when she wasn't even able to hold him down? How could she tame him if he was this wildly strong and uncompliant?
She just lay there without doing anything anymore. Her hair sprawled on the table. It was like silk laid around her.
Vex stared down at her. The soft skin in his grip was so delicate. He could easily break her slender neck in just a snap. He should. But her spirit and the way she looked at him were too intriguing, too amusing.
The rise and fall of her chest was too tempting to stare, and he did not deny himself the view. It was two globes of mountains. He was glad that his hands were all occupied as of the moment. But there was an urge in him to cup them and squeeze. He felt that they would perfectly fit in his palms. He swallowed hard as he felt his pants getting tight in his groin. Fuck. How did he ever have such sick thoughts of his captive? It has never happened before.
Adding to that, he was in between her legs and held one of her thighs. He can feel the hot blood in his hand. She was different from any woman. She did not cry like them. She's even better than most men who got hurt and wounded.
And those purple eyes were staring at him without fear at all. Even if he inflicted pain.
"Who sent you?" Whoever sent her, he would find and kill them. He felt annoyed, for they got him through her. And there was a gnawing urge inside him to never send her back. It was somewhat strange that he asked the same question twice, and she wasn't dead in his hands yet. Oh, he likes her still breathing.
"No one." Rizika's solid answer. If she told him, would he know her king? He certainly does if he was the one who stole it. And that could only mean that he was also from Albria. Well, if he had the item she was there for. But if not, then she had to get out of this place and search for it. Damn the system she had.
The grip in her neck tightened. She couldn't breathe. "I'm not…" She was struggling for air. "Your enemy." Her face was turning red, and her lungs hurt from lack of oxygen.
Her hands were on his wrist again. It was a futile attempt, but she had to fight even in her last breath. Then she felt something nudged at her core. It was somewhat hard. That got her frozen for a second.
She had no experience with men but she wasn't ignorant about it too. He was getting turned on by this. "Maniac." She forced out the words.
"Fuck." He hissed out. He didn't mean to get excited in their situation. But he did not budge in his position. However, her reaction made him confused. "Isn't this what you're here for? To seduce me if you can't kill me?"
He loosened his hold to her neck, enough for her to breathe and talk.
She gasped air instantly. "Sick bastard." She winced when something scratched the skin of her back again. It was something sharp that she knew had penetrated her skin. "It's the last thing that I would do."
"Kill me?"
"Seduce you, of course!" She exclaimed with hostility in her tone and disdain on her face. Even if he was the most captivating man she'd laid eyes on, she won't ever do that. She's too proud to resort to that. And she knew in herself that she was beautiful enough that she doesn't have to do it.
Her futile struggling made her core rubbed on his groin again. She stilled and tried to inch away but his hold tightened again and he also had her thigh on his other hand.
She swallowed hard. Until when would she be in this position? Her body was hurting. And she doesn't have any energy left. All she can do was look at his electric blue eyes with anger and frustration.
There was sweat trickling down his forehead. She felt the warmth between them. The room grew hotter.