Page 87 of Venomous Desires

He’d deceived me. Toyed with me from the very beginning. Worst of all, he’d tricked me into pitying him. I didn’t knowwhyhe’d pretended to be blind, and I didn’t care anymore.

There was no denying it. He was a criminal.

No matter how much I screamed or cried, he didn’t have a single feeling nerve in his body.

I tried to look away. At the room he’d dragged me into. At Kyle’s emotionless face. At the knife in his hand, still streaked with my blood.

But my gaze kept finding Judas.

I hated it. Hated whatever force kept pulling me back to him. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was something worse.

My heart hammered against my ribs as my eyes drifted over the open collar of his shirt, the ink covering his chest, and my wrists bound together with the tie that should’ve been around his neck.

Then the officer’s words resurfaced.

There were drugs in your system.

My eyes faltered to Kyle, wide and disbelieving. “You... you drugged me, didn’t you? That bottle of water...”

He sighed and looked at Judas. “I’m done with this.”

I didn’t understand the words, and then he left. My head lowered as more tears spilt and I didn’t know why I felt pathetic.

Judas’s hand clamped around the back of my neck, his touch cold enough to make my skin crawl. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it did nothing to block out the warmth of his breath.

A low chuckle slipped from him.

“You spent all that energy running... only to end up exactly where I wanted you.”

I jerked against his hold. “Let me go.”

His smile widened.

“Not an option.” His fingers tightened, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“You are a psycho.”

He sighed. “This could’ve been simple. You answer my questions. I let the rest of your little adventure remain...relativelypainless.” His voice stayed maddeningly calm. “Instead, you made me chase you.”

His eyes flicked over my bound wrists before returning to mine.

“Do you have any idea what it costs me when people refuse to listen?”

My pulse hammered as I fought to pull away. “Stop.”

“No.” he shrugged. “You don’t get to make demands in my presence.”

His thumb brushed beneath my jaw, lifting my chin just enough that I couldn’t look away.

“Here’s what will happen,” Eyes ablaze. “You’re not leaving. You’re not disobeying me. You’ll do as I say and I won’t make it hurt.”

He slowly started playing with the knots of his tie wrapped around my wrists and loosened them up, and I winced, feeling the lingering sting.

I struggled against his hold, but it was futile. The need to cry and beg hit me again, and I shook my head. “Please-“

He lifted my chin with two fingers and slammed his lips to my parted ones as I gasped against him, my head swirling. Every time he kissed me, he bled me, carved it with his cruelness.

I moved my head from his grasp and took in a greedy gulf of air. “What did I ever do to you?”