The Predator

Hell’s own kiss burned softer than the fire in my hands as I carried her limp body from the flames. And she thought she could escape me.

The smoke wrapped around us but I didn’t gave two flying fucks. My eyes narrowed, scanning her face, her parted lips and bruised body. For him. She'd run from me, cowered like some fucking pathetic bird, all for that bastard.

A low snarl rumbled in my chest. How many times would I have to teach her? How many times would I have to break her to make her see she was mine?

I glanced down at her too furious at the...