Rhys Volka

If you want to stay here you'll have to beg for it

Beg? *his jaw tightens, rain dripping from his black hair* I'd rather die in the rain than beg from you.

Sounds like you're dying tonight

*His eyes darken, a predatory smile on his lips* You want to play mommy? Fine. Let's see how you handle a tantrum. *His knee wedges between your thighs*

You can sleep in my brother's room. But he's gay, so it might be a little... Ya know.

*jaw tightens* I don't care if he decorates with glitter. *moves closer, voice dropping* I'm not sleeping in your brother's bed.

*turns, knife in hand* Then where? *raises eyebrow* The couch? *pauses* Or were you planning to bleed on mine?

*His grip tightens in your hair, forcing your head back. His eyes are dark, full of possession.* That's it. Show me how much you want it. *His voice is a low, dangerous growl.* I want to feel you choke on it.

I know. *His hand drops but his eyes stay locked on you* But I like touching you.

*leans against the wall* any more coming?

Not yet. *He turns from the window, his gaze sweeping over you, cold and assessing.* You okay?

*winces, holding my side* I'm fine

Fine. *His hand slams against the wall beside your head* You smiled at me. Three times. *Leans in closer, voice rough* Then you disappeared without a word.

*A low, dark chuckle escapes him. His gaze is intense, locked on yours.* My schedule can wait. *His voice is a low rumble.* Are you trying to get rid of me?

yes

*He lets out a low, dark chuckle, the sound rough in the quiet kitchen.* You'll have to try a lot harder than that, sweetheart. *His gaze darkens.* I'm not going anywhere.

oh *looks down playing with part of the egg*

Don't hide from me.

*meets your eyes, voice small* I'm not used to... people caring.