A Dangerous Game | N.H [under construction]

| Chapter Twenty Eight |

"I—I should go. Grants probably looking for me." I stammered nervously, eyeing Nialls smudged bloody gloved hands still rested on my hips making bile in my throat rise.

I jumped as his hands disappeared from my hips slamming down on the counter on either side of me, his body still close to my own. I immediately found myself in a similar helpless circumstance from when he ambushed me in the parking lot.

I shut my eyes tightly a moment, my heart racing as hot ragged breaths drew from his lips against my face.

I felt his eyes glazing intensely into me, making me want to avoid his intimidating stare. I could feel his anger radiating off him just at the sound of Grants name passing my lips.

I kept my eyes on his glistening chest, his tank top loosely hanging off his body — his skin coated in a thin layer of sweat from the practice fight in the ring not to long ago.

The muscles in his biceps contracted, tensing up as he leaned toward me even more. My breath hitched as I quickly turned my head away, my fingers digging so tightly into my bag strap that I was sure my nails were going to snap off.

I shut my eyes again, bringing my lips into my mouth to stop then from quivering, little to no success.

His breath trailed from my cheek, all the way to my ear, igniting shivers up my spine. "Ask me if I give a shit." He growled lowly, his lips brushing the skin of my ear.

I let out an unwanted trembling breath, releasing my lips from my teeth so I wouldn't bite into them further more to puncture the skin.

"Tell me, Daphne.." He purred, his hands slowly crawling towards my hips again. "Do you think he could make you moan louder then I would?" He huskily asked, leaving a wet kiss on my neck, ghosting his lips on my light skin reminding me of when he marked me. "Make you come faster then I would?" He muttered, continuing to trail down my neck kisses following in their tracks. "Fuck you harder then I would?" He growled, biting down roughly causing me to let out a small whimper.

I released the strap to my bag, hastily pressing my hands to his damp chest to push his mouth away from my neck, before he could mark me again. What's worse is a twisted part of me wanted him to, and that's what scared me the most. "Please don't." I begged, in a strained voice.