A Burning Flame by Daniella Kunz (book recommendations txt) 📕

spit out at him. His eyes narrow as he studies me, unsure if I'm bluffing. A moment later his eyes turn hard and cold. Taking on an evil quality that causes me to shiver under his scrutiny.

"You little whore." He seethes out. His hand is quick as he reaches back. Only a moment later my face is thrown to the side at the force of his palm against my cheek. "You deserve everything you get and when I'm done, I'll kill you because that is what I would have done once I found out about your disobedience." He doesn't shout but instead speaks in a low even tone.

My panic freezes me, and I can't remember any form of self-defense Daveon had taught me. The only thing my mind grasps is Daveon teaching me how to throw a punch. Throwing my body into the movement I feel as my fist connects with his face before he stumbles back. Taking the opportunity to get away from him, I dart back towards the sidewalk. I don’t make it but a few feet when I'm sent flying forward towards the ground as Enzo tackles me in my escape. I hiss as my knees and hands catch my fall. The instant burn of the exposed raw flesh makes my eyes water.

Forcing me over, he straddles my hips, pinning me to the ground under his weight as he forces my hands up over my head. The loose debris of the asphalt digging into my exposed skin beneath me. My hips buck wildly in a feeble attempt to catch him off balance. "The more you struggle the hotter this is for me." He breathes out as he leans down brushing his lips against my neck. My skin crawls under his touch as he sloppily moves his mouth around. Leaving behind a wet trail, he licks the perspiration from my skin.

Grabbing hold of my face he forces me to face him before slamming his lips over mine. Bile rises in my throat as he forces his tongue into my mouth, filling me with his taste. The wrong taste. Not Daveon.

Desperate to have it gone I bite down, replacing it with a metallic flavor of blood as he jerks back from me. I feel his erection against my abdomen as he belts out a dark laugh.

"I knew you would be fun." Reaching to his waist he pulls out a small knife, flipping it open in his hand. "Since you made me bleed. It’s only fair; I repay the debt. The only thing that would make this better is to hear you scream." He leans down, speaking quietly as if telling me a secret. "Hearing them scream does something special for me, makes it extra gratifying, so don't hold back." He straightens, looking down at me.

Unable to move, I glare at him. "Go to hell." I spit at his cheek. He casually lifts his arm wiping it from his face not caring. My body tenses as he drags the tip of the knife up my arm. I feel the scratch of the metal though it doesn't break the skin. He runs it over the swell of my breasts, rapidly rising and falling as he stops above my heart. His eyes roam farther down my body to my hips as he places the knife into his mouth.

His hand runs down my body, feeling wrong against my curves. Reaching between us he grabs the hem of my dress as he pushes it further up, exposing my stomach and waist. Grabbing his knife once again, he places it just above my panties. This time when he drags it across my skin he puts pressure on it, pushing it down into my flesh. I bite my lip, drawing blood as I hold back the cry wanting to rip free.

He looks at me expectantly before his face falls in disappointment. Leaning down he licks the blood that welled up from the small cut. Groaning in satisfaction, the sound makes me nauseous. I watch as his aura shifts. Like a dark shadow falling over his face his eyes seem to grow even blacker. My skin pricks as bumps rise over my flesh.

"It's a shame you didn't scream. I guess we will have to try it again until you do. I promise I'll get it out of you before I'm through."

The sound of a gun cocking echoes through the alley. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you." An equally hard voice carries over to us.

Enzo doesn't miss a beat, nor does he look surprised. "Daveon, glad you could join us. Did you come to watch as I fuck your fiancee? Kind of like how you fucked her when she was mine?" With his eyes pinned on Daveon he slides his hand up my stomach, slipping his hand under my dress he moves up towards my breasts.

“Your fucking dead.” Daveon’s voice is deadly, low, and chilling.

Enzo moves the knife up just below my collar bone. He raises a brow as if unbothered by the threat. "I would put the gun down, Daveon. Even if you shoot me, do you think you could get her to a hospital in time before she bled out if I severed an artery first?"

Daveon's low growl rumbles through the air. He pushes the tip against my skin. A sharp hiss escapes my lips as a droplet of blood wells up against the metal. Enzo’s focus drops down to me as his lips twist up in sick pleasure at the noise. The small distraction is all Daveon needs as he takes off, leaping forward as he dives into Enzo, knocking him off me as they tumble in a heap on the ground. Breaking free Enzo slashes at Daveon but he jumps back dodging his attempts.

I push up scooting myself over to the wall farthest away, not taking my eyes from them. Daveon knocks into Enzo grabbing hold of the knife in a blur of movement as he slams him back into the