The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 162: Break Me Too

Kraven’s eyes descended on her wet face drenched in ale and tears, eyes slightly red and her hair dismantled.

He couldn’t get enough of her. The strong desire to break her beyond recognition and put her back together. He wanted to drive her insane, her body, mind, and every inch of her.

Rage burned through Isadora, mustering up enough strength she elbowed him in the face.

She seized that momentary distraction and pushed his body, causing the bed to creak from his weight.

Isadora saddled him ignoring the sharp pain from her ass. Her chest heaved as she glared daggers at him, the urge to claw at his handsome face was greatly tempting especially when she would tear through that smirk on his lips.

The look in his eyes donned with immersed adoration tugged at her heart. How dare he look at her like that? Like she was the only thing that mattered.

"Is it time for my own torture, darling?"

She punched him in the face.

Kraven licked his broken lip as he turned his head to face his feisty bunny but the look in her palm ambers caused his eyes to narrow. "Are you angry at me, Isadora?"

"I’m angry!" she screamed in his face and punched him again.

"How dare you torture me?!" She pounded her clenched fist against his bare chest. "How dare you take advantage of my sleep?" With each hit her hands hurt because of their earlier constriction but she didn’t care, she was eager to show him she was mad at him.

Or maybe she was truly mad at herself because of the way her body responded to his touches and torture. Was she broken? Does her body crave pain the same way it does pleasure?

Or had he truly broken her to the point that they were both the bane of her existence, that each time she welcomed his touch his wickedness would follow?

He would drain her physically, and mentally, expecting her to take it all. There was a limit!

"How dare you?" she sobbed. "If you want to teach me not to let my guard down then use your words, is that too much to ask?"

Kraven remained silent, watching her unravel above him, she was torn between conflicted emotions and anger.

It was just like that night at the Eating Woods, when she looked away from him in shame.

His teeth clenched hard at the memory.

"You’re cruel and I hate you."

She crawled off him ignoring the pain that shot through her.

"Isadora!"

"Stay away from me!" she yelled as her feet tapped against the cold floor.

She heard him coming and twirled to face him but the world around her spun, and her stance staggered.

Kraven reached for her but she slapped his hand away from him.

"You don’t get to touch me not after what you did!"

"Are you trying to make me angry? Because if you’re then it’s working," he seethed to her face.

A scornful laugh broke from her. "Are you angry at me, Kraven?"

He pinned her down with a murderous glare. "Careful, love."

"What? Can’t get a taste of your own poison? How does it feel? Maybe I should hurt you the same way you did me, bastard!"

"Did I hurt you?" he countered. "Or did you enjoy yourself and you’re scared to admit it."

She froze at his word but threw back at him. "Don’t mind fuck me."

"There’s no need to." He took a step closer and she responded by taking her sword laid out on the table and pointing it at him.

"Come closer and I swear to the gods I’ll cut you." she warned, but her hand shook as she held the blade against him.

She stupidly couldn’t bring herself to hurt him.

"Really?" He grabbed the steel with his bare hand.

Isadora gasped knowing it would cut him and when she tried to retreat the blade he only tightened his grip causing his blood to drip onto the floor.

"You’re afraid to hurt me but I’m not," he declared. "Don’t be, love, if you want to hurt me then do it."

She gulped as her body trembled. "I’m not you."

"But we aren’t so different are we?" he countered. "Look into my eyes and tell me you hate it. Tell me your body didn’t respond to me because it knows..."

Isadora couldn’t bring herself to which only broke her heart more. "You broke me."

"Then break me too," he said words he’d never told anyone. No one dared to break or hurt him. He was an apex predator who preyed on living things.

But for her? He would gladly do it to prove it goes both ways.

"I’m at your mercy," he murmured in a ragged whisper.

A tear slid down her face as her lips parted but the words couldn’t form. How dare he say such words to her? How dare he surrender to her?

If he continued this way then she might actually kill him for stealing her heart.

She froze at the inner conflict. ’My heart?’

Isadora quickly let go of the sword causing it to drop to the floor in a sharp clatter. Her eyes followed his hand falling to his side still bleeding and then they caught something else.

There was another trail of blood.

"Y-Y-You cut yourself?" she asked, closing the distance between them as she grabbed his other hand.

There was a cut on his palm, by its appearance, it’d been there for a while.

Isadora’s wide eyes veered to the bed, it was black fur but she knew it hid the blood stain.

The entire time?

"Why?!"

"It was the only way I could touch you."

She raised her gaze to him and he was smiling like it was nothing as if he hadn’t hurt himself just to touch her. freēnovelkiss.com

Isadora’s lips quivered profusely as she shook her head. And then before she could stop herself...

Slap!

Kraven’s head turned to the other side at the impact. She had put her everything into that slap.

And if Kraven could feel pain he would have felt everything she marked into his skin. He turned his head back to her, tongue swiping his lips as he stared at her hungrily.

Isadora sobbed as she descended her gaze back to his wound. "If you make yourself weak again then I’ll slit my own throat."

Something inside Kraven snapped as he yanked her close and gripped her throat but with less pressure, just a reminder of what he could do.

Isadora remained still without a single fear in her gaze.

"Careful how you throw threats like that, love," he said through clenched teeth. "I’m warning you."

Isadora slowly grabbed his hand wrapped around her throat and without breaking eye contact peeled his hand away.

"Feel that, Kraven? That rage..." She searched his eyes for that glint. "That fear? That is how I feel when you hurt yourself because of me."