BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 412: Torture Me

Chapter 412: Torture Me

Questions

Questions

Questions

Almost like he wants to open me up and find all the answers and the more he does, the MORE he digs... the more hectic it will be for both of us. Dace is smart, he isn’t just called an Alpha for his brute strength, he knows how to analyze things, and that’s why no matter how the vampires hide from their sights he always levels them. If Dace digs more deeply I’m afraid the past will catch up.

But what was the point? He didn’t just forget me just like the rest, Grayson and I were literally and figuratively erased from their life, two missing parts that never existed in the first place. Courtesy of our father’s blessing to keep us safe, But right now I’m not even sure our father’s blessing will keep us safe, at least not from Dace.

If he keeps pushing the only way is to keep going back, a step forward from him will be a step backward from me. It’s for both our sake. I’m not the comfort Dace needs, I’m not sure he even needs it, and I’m not sure he even understands EMOTIONS anymore, at first I thought he was just hiding behind a mask to keep up his Alpha appearance but no... it’s not about that.

I don’t think Dace can understand emotions anymore, instead, I think he adapts for the missing piece, is this some kind of effect on his DNA? I’m not even sure this theory of mine is correct, I guess I will have to find out, seems like my little plan to understand Dace will happen after all.

"Answer the fucking question, Emmaline!"

His words snapped me out of my head, he looked pissed, well he always looks pissed.

"Who is this Grayson to you?!"

He doesn’t like things he can’t read.

"He’s..." I gulped. "My brother". That’s the only answer I will give him.

"Did Luther send him?"

"Is this some sort of interrogation? You asked who is to me and I told you"

He huffed running his hand through his hair. "I need answers, and you will give them"

"You can’t force me"

"Stop being a fucking puzzle!" he warned with clenched teeth, at this point, he should have ground all his molars by now.

"If I’m a puzzle then solve me" I took a step closer to him. "You’re always asking the question. Well, I have one simple one for you" I pointed my finger to his stone chest. I feel like dissolving but I just made sure I stay strong, I can’t help myself crippling right now.

"You torture to get your answers, don’t you? Then why don’t you torture me to get the answers you need?" I taunt.

I’m seriously taunting him to torture me? Okay, I’m definitely losing my mind but what other way to understand his emotions?

I gasped, when he suddenly grabbed my finger I poked on his chest, and closed the distance between us. I took a cautious step back and he just kept coming.

"Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that how you communicate? You ask for answers right, then take it!" My ass slammed on the credenza making whatever was on it fall on the floor.

I heaved, keeping my gaze on him, my heart slamming fiercely against my chest. He’s impossibly still and quiet and his hand still wrapped around my finger, I was afraid he might break it. Scratch that! His grip on it came off and wrapped around my neck in a threatening position.

"Is that what you want?" he growled. "For me to torture you?"

I opened my mouth but nothing came off me or maybe it was the sinister pressure of his warm grip around my throat.

No

No

No!

This is his aura hanging in the air and creating such a powerful presence, each breath I took was too hot, it burned my nostrils and skin, melting away the cold pressure on my body. It’s too hot.

"Don’t make me repeat myself"

"Y-Y-Yes!"

"Why?!" he leaned until I was pressing tightly against the credenza behind me.

"B-Because" I began inhaling sharply, keeping my eyes on his gleaming gold ones. "That’s the o-only way I can understand you"

His eyes narrowed but his threatening aura didn’t diminish at all.

"If that’s what you want..." his eyes leveled on my lips briefly. "... then I will give you that"

It happened fast, his other hand grabbed my waist, raised me against the credenza and whatever remained on it fell to the floor and smashed to pieces.

He yanked my legs apart and stepped between them, eating up every space with not a moment to breathe.

"What are you-" I couldn’t finish because his hand trailed my thighs and by instinct, I fought to get away with heated cheeks. He let my neck go, grabbed my two hands and slammed it against the wall above my head and I groaned.

"What better torture than this?" he murmurs.

My eyes flashed open when I felt his fingers pulling on my panties.

He’s not doing what I think it is, right?

I got the answer to my mental question when he ripped my panties off with a tug and I gasped.

"Alpha Dev-"

"Dace!" he snapped, rubbing his finger across my clit spreading whatever wetness had made itself there.

Oh God!

My eyes almost rolled at the back of my head at the feeling of his rough finger. "Are you always fucking wet? Even when I’m about to torture you?"

"T-This is not torture!"

A smirk found his lips. "We will see about that" A finger entered me with ease and I jolted and shook the credenza, biting my lips to keep from any sound, anything that would give out about me enjoying this.

"A little too late for that Baby, your dripping pussy says it all... now scream for me and take your torture" he picked up the pace with now two fingers.

And I did just that.

I screamed.