Little Miss… Possessive.

The first thing that surprised me immensely was how he was able to stand after being stabbed so many times and after his earlier near-death experience, but soon, my worries dissipated when my eyes met his green ones again.

My heart hammered frantically in my chest as I began to hyperventilate.

"Master…"

"Do I have to repeat myself, young woman?" He asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

"No. No." I rushed out.

A mixture of several emotions zapped through my body from the way his eyes trailed my every movement, and right now, I was just the perfect depiction of mixed feelings. One second I wanted him to devour me, I wanted him to slap that perfect lips of his against mine and take me… drink me until there was nothing left to take, and in the next minute, I shook like a leaf under the wind, afraid of what all of this meant, afraid of what he could do to me.