Monster's mate

Part XIV

 -I thought about killing you too, sister. But for you to die is not enough for you to be killed. It would require from me to rip myself from inside out.- 

Now that I got rid of Sara there is one more thing for me to do. Concur him. This one will be harder to achieve. I knew he killed her for me to stop this but I can’t. I never could. If what I am about to do next kills me, let it be. 

I have to make him want me. And I will have to do it the old fashion way. With teasing.  A lot of teasing. But how to do that when he hates me. He loves me and hates me. 

When the night come I heard the thunder and I decided to go to his room and pretend to be scared. This trick is so obvious and old but my mind ran out of any good ideas. 

I dressed in pink shorts and t shirt with no bra. I creeped to his room and took few moments before opening the door. 

The room was dark and huge. It felt empty. Cold. I was not welcomed here. 

“Go away.” He said before I could even make my entrance to his bed in which he was not even present. 

I looked in the direction of his voice and saw him standing there. He was simply standing. He was colder than his room was. With no expression on his face he observed me. 

“I am scared of thunder brother.” 

“Do you think I am stupid?” He sighed. 

“No…” 

“We had a deal” Threateningly he stepped closer to me. 

“I know and I am not breaking it. I am genuinely scared.”

He watched me for a moment: “Now you are. But not of a thunder.” He stepped one step further and I took one step back. 

“This is not one of your cheap, disgusting erotic novels for you to barge in my room” His muscles moved with ever word he spoke. He resembled a wild animal more than he resembled a human being. 

“What?” I asked with dumb folded mouth. 

“You think I didn’t find your novels you so ridiculously tried to hide?” He mocked me. 

“You went though my stuff?” I was hurt and embarrassed. It meant he also found all my vibrators and pictures of him and all of my s*x toys.  

He ignored my question. “I don’t mind you being filthy p***y rubbing trash behind your closed doors but I do mind when you come in to my room in the middle of night expecting me to f**k YOU.” At the end he even start raising his voice in a yelling matter. His eyes turned dark. 

“Me and you are not a novel. You can’t do this Selest….why is it so hard for you to understand that.”  

He took one step further to me and I froze in my tracks. Because gaze in his eyes was filled with hatred and hurt. 

“You, now and here, standing there with your wet panties and erect n*****s is not a f*****g novel. It is a real life but you don’t give a s**t so I have to f*****g deal with it.” 

“You are right brother. it is not and this all means nothing If you don’t feel the same. So tell me, do you?”  I was desperate and my voice showed it. 

“You are f*****g unbelievable.” He nervously rubbed his chin as he spoke.

“You are a pit bull. Until you f**k up my mind you won’t stop will you?” 

"Do you even comprehend..." he paused and carefully continued, "what you are asking from me?"

It was as he was measuring every word said. Every move made. I tried to put a smile on my lips while hurt distorted my facial expression.

"I am only asking for you to touch me" was all I managed to mutter.

"To touch my own sister? You were always more of a child to me than a sister and now I am supposed to TOUCH YOU. Is this how you call it now? Touching?”

I could sense  disgust in his voice as he emphasized on the words sister and child. I moved my eyes on the floor trying to escape from his stern gaze.

"Look me in the eyes when I speak to you." 

I raised my eyes and met his cold gaze. His eyes held no compassion towards me. 

"Touch you how?"  He asked ever so coldly but he was not really asking. He was daring me, measuring how far I am ready to push this. How far will he go with my punishment. 

"Like you would touch a women." My voice was filled with self conciseness and it was cracking with every word I spoke. 

Then I felt it. He hit me harder than necessary. My head jerked towards the direction of his blow. Steaming burn lingered on my cheeks and as I was afraid he was about to hit me again I covered my face with shaking hand. 

"Put your hand down." He commanded and It felt cruel as he knew my sweaty hand was the only shield I had from his assault and judging eyes. 

"You were doing so brave, don't chicken out now." He sarcastically said with voice that held no trace of gentleness or affection.

"Hand down."  He repeated himself and slowly I dropped it down. 

Only then did he say: "If you ever come up with that again I will disfigure your face on unrecognizable degree."

That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I start crying. 

“I feel so unloved and rejected.” 

“Unloved!?” He shouted. 

“I killed my own mate for you and you have a nerve to come here and accuse me of not loving you?” 

“With you It is always I don’t feel, I want, I need, I, I, I… What about me? Who do you love? Am I loved by you Selest?” 

I looked at him with blurry eyes and shouted “Yes. I am the one begging here not you!” 

“Begging me to have s*x with you! This is not love Selest!” He roared and I was sure the whole castle could hear us now. 

“It is not love baby. It is selfishness.”He lowered his voice.

“You want me to satisfy you NOT love you. You don’t think about how this could f**k us both up…for the rest of our lives.” 

“Yes but I…” He interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. “No. You don’t. You are too greedy for reasoning and that’s fine. But obey when I say- STOP.”

“Obey me for once my love. Obey me for once my blood. My life, pain and my death. I am begging you, stop. I can’t take It much longer”

I looked at his begging eyes. He was begging me not only with his words but with his soul.

 I knew that this was his last offer. His last wall of resistance. If I stop now we can go back but If I don’t …If I push this, he won’t ask me again. So I pushed. 

I stripped my panties in front of him and his expression was for moment unreadable. It was as he couldn’t register what was happening in front of him. I stand there uncomfortably not knowing what to do. 

I stripped my panties expecting everything else to just fall in order and now I am standing there uncomfortably in his deadly silence. He was still quiet. Standing there staring with blank face. Maybe I really broke him. Maybe I pushed this too far. 

I was already regretting the decision. I have to get hell out of here. I was already planing on leaving the room when I saw twitch in his eyes. It was small but noticeable one. His expression changed from blank to dark. Very dark. He looked at me with weird expression as If he was saying -nothing can stop me now- not even your cries.” 

I expected him to come closer and worse case scenario rape me. That was what I expected- but boy was I wrong. 

Instead he turned away from me and out of the fear of unknown and out of my own bad intuition I thought about running for my life. I checked the doors but I simply couldn’t move. I knew I broke something in him and I knew that no matter what I do It won’t change what he is about to do. So I simply stayed there. Standing and waiting… for him to kill me. As he killed Sara and as he promised to do the same with me. Waiting for him- for my death.