81. Charming and Dangerous

*He knew Ryan was going to be here!*
He knew it very well, that’s why he dolled me up all nicely and invited me here as his plus one, to taunt Ryan how I hanged on his arm.
“What the hell did you two talk about?” Dakota demands. His thick lashes casting an ominous shadow, making his emerald eyes even more sinister.
*I thought he liked me.*
*I thought Ryan liked me too. But no..*
“It’s just a fucking competition between you two. Who wins the fight, who sleeps with whom!” My heart hammers in my ribs as I finally get to piece it together.
*How come I didn’t see this before?*
Dakota doesn’t likes me. He only likes this feeling of winning from his ex-bestfriend.
*Their male ego is the only thing they care about!*
“What the fuck did he say to you?” Green eyes narrow down at me in slits as he takes a menacing step towards me.
“That’s none of your business.” I snap back, losing to anger.
“It is my fucking business.” Dakota growls, cornering me between the sink and his brooding presence.
His hand raises and curls behind my neck possessively. With the strength of a murderer, he holds me in place as he lowers his bestial face at me.
“You are mine to touch, you are mine to fuck, and you are mine to talk.”
Dakota spells every word possessively, printing onto my flesh and I hate how it slits through me, reminding me once again that I am nothing but an object for him.
“Only for seven days. And today it all ends.” I retort defiantly, standing up for myself.
*Enough is enough!*
These men have torn my heart to shreds for their fragile egos, and tonight, I refuse to be a part of their bets.
*I am not a fucking object!*
*Not anymore.*
“And don’t you dare dictate to me now. I am not your slave. I can go fuck anyone I want.” I spit out angrily at the man, who claims to own me, when I never really consented to be a part of their twisted games.
*I belong to nobody!*
I hear a jaw clench and the green in his eyes disappear as the clouds of darkness take over, almost like a cloak of insanity overtaking his senses.
I feel a heavy thump in chest, stirring up the same unsafe feeling that I have felt all those nights with him. And the grip of his hand on my neck, suggests me that his inner demon is resurfacing.
Like something obnoxious is about to conquer his mind, turning him into this uncontrolled animal, that he warned me about.
*The beast.*
And suddenly I feel unsure of being trapped with him in this confined space, where nobody can stop him, or hear my screams.
I push him. His chest feels like a stone wall as I try to shove him off but he doesn’t budge, not even an inch. He, nor his gaze flicker as he continues to stare at me with a silence of storm.
“Dakota, move.” I show my fake bravery, feeling scared of my safety.
My insides panic. I can’t stay in these closed four walls with him now that he has taken all the space and standing like an unflinched wall between me and the only exit.
“Step aside.” My attempt of boldness feels like a thin veil, easily torn away by the intensity of his gaze. “I want to leave.”
“No.” His response echoes with a sinister finality, sending chills down my spine.
The washroom feels smaller with each passing second and the way his anger fills every inch of the corner, it all presses down on me like a physical weight.
“My body... My heart is not something to be betted upon.” My voice quivers, betraying the fear I fought so hard to conceal.
“It was you who started this. And I am putting an end to it here.” I state, looking into his deathly hallows.
Dakota leans in dangerously. His face now inches away from mine, and I feel his warm breath, a disturbing caress on my lips.
“You are mine.” He declares, a possessive tone lacing his words.
A shiver runs down my spine as he squeezes my neck hard, looking into my eyes. “And it would be better if you learn this the soft way.”
His eyes hardly have any warmth of green in them as if he is fully consumed by his cruel side. His another personality that hates me to his very Black core.
The one who used me like a fuck toy, and then discarded me like a worthless piece, without caring to even show mercy at my innocent body.
Tears prick my lashes as memories of his brutality rushes back to me, once again reopening the wounds I had tried so desperately to heal.
A sickening game of revenge with my body.
This man didn’t care for my dignity, or my bleeding heart, and now also he doesn’t care about my tears as they stream down my cheeks.
He is heartless and inhuman.
“You are pathetic, just like Ryan.” I grit, the name tasting like poison on my lips.
“I am not Ryan.” Dakota hisses back, venom dripping from his each word.
“Yeah.. You are worse than him.” I retort with equal venom.
*Though Ryan had treated me like a toy too, at least he hadn’t forced himself upon me!*
*Or made me a whore..*
The air between us thickens and I notice strange, unsettling emotions on his face- Hurt.. Despise.. Loathe.. Anger.
And then everything disappears. As if a switch has been flipped, and his demeanor changes to that of an unpredictable maniac.
“Legs around me.” Dakota commands, a twisted demand that freeze me in place.
The room spins, my heart pounds against my ribs wildly as his grip on my neck gets immensely hard, suffocating me under his blackness.
He is madly serious and it somehow makes my tiny soul tremble.
“Wrap. Your. Legs. Around. Me.” He dictates every word cynically, like a low rumble of dark clouds.