Chapter 12

DIAMOND POV
Could a night be deadlier than it could be at this point? My fucking nightmare has come to hunt me down like the prey I am.
 
The glass jug is about to shatter on the floor with the shock of seeing him. But before the glass reaches the floor, he is so fast that he swiftly grabs it.
 
Even though I’m shocked at how it did that, it saved us from waking up Amanda.
 
I don’t know how to feel right now after seeing his speed. Is he human at all? Because the glass was meant to smash right on the floor before he came close.
 
He drops it on the cabinet and gives me a sinister glare. Now I’m freaking out. I take each step backwards the more he takes a step forward.
 
How did he get in here? Hell, I should have known what they were capable of at this point. They could do anything, and it was all in their aura.
 
“W-what do you want?” I quiver; it never occurred to me that I would be this scared of someone. But he makes the bone in my knees feeble, as if I should fall on my knees and beg.
 
“It isn’t up to twenty-four hours, little mouse, and that boldness you had has melted down like the wall of Jerusalem.” He grins, mocking me obviously, but I can’t stop quivering because even the idea of him getting into my house—the kitchen—without being caught by anyone scared the shit out of me.
 
He sees the fear in my eyes and in my shaking voice, as if I’m about to have a meltdown. Honestly, I’m almost on the verge of losing it and having the worst meltdown ever.
 
My back slams against the end of the wall, and the moment I reach the end of the wall, I realize I’m doomed or going to die already.
 
He comes closer, breathing inches away from me. I can smell him and all of his scent, and he has an entirely different scent from humans. It isn’t a bad scent, but it is the kind that gets you loving and sniffing around him.
 
He smells like lavender, along with a hint of geranium. He puts one of his hands on his waist, and the other hand has his silver wrist watch.
 
Then he slaps the other hand on the wall above me. He grins; his face is more like the most handsome I’ve seen, and when he smiles, he gets more handsome but fucking intimidating. You will be torn between detecting whether his smile was for evil or a smile for peace.
 
My breathing picks up, and my heart is about to fall out when he tilts his head beside my neck and whispers, “Where has all the boldness gone?” He says hoarsely, I have sudden hiccups as he takes his hand away from his slim waist and holds the strand of my blonde slowly.
 
I don’t answer; he smiles softly above my head. All I can feel is his scent, intimidating presence, and danger.
 
“What did you think? That you will have peace? Not even for a minute; I won’t let you breathe. Whenever I see you breathing, I will come to snatch the air from you.” He let the strands fall back on my face. I blink my eyes like a scared little mouse.
 
I steal a glance at him; it’s the first time I’m taking note of his broad shoulders and wide chest and the way he puts his hand on his slim waist.
 
I had always known he was taller, but it was not until this moment that he came closer to me than he has ever been. He towered over me, and I felt like a little creature in front of him.
 
Apart from his aura, his height was the second thing scaring the shit out of me.
I parted my lips, lubricating them since they went dry after I figured out his presence.
 
“What do you want from me?” I ask for the second time, looking at his face; it’s so fucking handsome but deadly scary with the tics along his jawline.
 
“What did I tell you earlier? You are not to be asking too many questions, but follow order. Do you want to ask so many questions and get your throat sore tonight? I’m sure you won’t be able to speak to anyone once it’s dawn.” He warns.
 
“No.” The words fall from my lips before I stop myself. I hate that my brain is being trained by them to obey them.
 
“Now all you will do is follow the order tonight.” He demands, taking his hand away from the wall and bringing it to grab me by the neck.
 
He doesn’t snatch my breath as usual. I stare at his eyes; he looks like a sweet sin. He held my gaze and stared at me before pressing me down on my shoulder so I could kneel in front of him.
 
“I want you to suck my cock with that fucking tiny mouth of yours. Note that if you do it carelessly, I will make your throat sore.” He demands, and my knees completely fall to the ground.
 
He takes out his cock and pushes it into my mouth. “ Fuck!” I screamed for the first time; his cock scared the shit out of me.
 
“ What? Too big for your little mouth?” He lifts my face up with a finger.
 
“This is the perfect match for a tiny mouth like yours.” He explains a fucking theory that doesn’t exist.
 
“Now don’t waste any more time and suck my dick.” Unlike the others, he isn’t shoving his cock into my mouth. He wants me to hold it and suck the hell out of it.
 
My hands are still quivering. I hold it, and it fills up the space in my hand because of how large and cocky it is. I start with the hem of his cock as I taste his pre-cum, and I take it into my mouth, completely sucking it as he has fucking ordered and feeling the saltiness of his pre-cum.