Malcolm

What was I going to do with her?

I have no fucking idea. What she had revealed to me just moments ago, it had my lycan prowling—thirsty for blood. At first, I didn't believe a fucking word she said. I thought she only wanted to say those things for me to release her but I saw the fear in her eyes. I looked into her eyes long enough in the past to know when she was lying to me.

She wasn't.

She asked to leave.

I said no.

That leaves me to deal with what was chasing her. I meant it when I said if Gregory wants Isabella, he will have to get through me. Quite honestly, Isabella had a lot more to worry about with me than with Gregory. I am not done with her.

You'll never be done with her.

I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel to dry my body. I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out of the room. Isabella was sitting on the edge of my bed still covered in my t-shirt. I wanted to curse the heavens for bringing me such an alluring female lycan. She makes my blood boil with anger but at the same time raged with an uncontrolled desire to fulfill her every need.

Her eyes met mine when she heard the door open. Her lips parted and I heard the sharp inhale from her before she looked away. A blush forming on her cheek.

I walked over to my dresser and pulled out an outfit to wear. She had her body turned slightly away from me. The sexual sparks between us were like firecrackers. It lashed and cracked each time we made eye contact and burned sweetly upon touch. It was like ten years did nothing to dissipate anything between us.

"Malcolm..." She spoke my name. I was in the process of slipping on a loose black t-shirt but stopped when she spoke.

She looked down at the ground and I can see the look of stress cross her face, "I-I still think it is best if you release me."

I clenched my teeth while putting on my clothes. I didn't answer her and when I didn't she pushed further for a response.

"You can be stubborn but I can be just as stubborn, Malcolm. You can't keep me here. You know that! I told you the truth. I thought that will make you at least understand the severity of the situation but yet you still refuse to let me go." She continued ranting and I listened to her agitation grow.

When I was done putting on my clothes, I walked over to her and took hold of one of her wrists. She looked up at me as I looked it over. She was so fucking curvy and thick. Isabella was a woman full of curves. An image of me gripping her ass whole pounding hard into her flashed in my mind. I grounded my teeth in irritation. There were many things I loved about her. I loved every inch of her body. God, it frustrates me to no end!

She didn't do anything but watched me. I leaned down until I was eye level with her. My hands slipping into the nightstand. I allowed my thumb to graze the soft spot on her wrist to distract her  Her eyes fluttered slightly closed. Replacing my hands with the cool metal handcuff I cuffed her wrist before cuffing her to the bedpost above the head.

Her eyes widened and she yanked on it hard but unfortunately for her, I made sure to get one that she wasn't able to break out of.

"Malcolm." She was angry. I can tell by how sharp her voice had become. I straddled her hip and she fell back onto the bed with quick and easy precision I locked her other wrist to the other bedpost.

She yanked on it hard and lifted her head slightly to glare at me.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" She snarled.

"Your persistence is infuriating. I am just taking extra measure to make sure you won't be doing something I don't want you to do." I pointed out.

She yanked on them hard and the bed shook. I pinned her arms with my hands, still straddling her, I leaned down to her face.

"You asked me what I am going to do with you..." I spoke softly.

Her fiery hazel eyes met mine, waiting for my answer. I allowed my lips to graze her cheek. I felt her shudder beneath me and it took everything in me not to rip that damn shirt off her body. I can feel every inch of her curves underneath me and it was maddening.

My lips softly made its way to her ear and a soft moan escaped her soft full lips. Her body was already responding to my aggression and authority. When I risked a peek at her, her lycan was peeking back at me. Those golden eyes watching me when I leaned in and nipped her ear between my lips. Gone was her anger, replaced with a more inquisitive female lycan who wanted very much to feel the dominance of the male lycan above her.

"I thought long and hard, Isabella. Doing harm to you is something I don't think I will ever be able to do. For some fucking odd reason, I can't, but I thought about it. There is one thing I can do." I whispered huskily.

"What?" She asked in a breathless whisper.

I moved lower to her neck, she angled her head to give me better access. I sucked on her sensitive spot and she tried suppressing the erotic sounds she makes by biting her lips.

"Think," I demanded and bit down hard but not hard enough to pierce her skin. She moaned and arched for more.

When she didn't answer me, I pulled back. My hands caressing her waist and stomach to just below her breasts. I saw my love mark on her neck. It turned me on so badly. The hard erection between us poked her stomach without shame.

"You mean to use me." She whispered. I watched her reaction. Her eyes instead of filling with tears, they were masked. She won't show me what she was feeling.

"If you want to put it that way," I answered her.

She closed her eyes tightly and took in a startling long breath before her eyes opened. I can see that she had made a decision. My gut churned and my heart skipped.

I didn't want to put it that way but it was the only way. I was still so fucking angry at her. I wanted her to hurt the same way I did. So if I have to be crude and an asshole. I was more than willing to. I wanted her to feel what I felt. I don't care if she did really mean to leave me or not. In the end, she left me.

I got off her body and moved to pull on the rest of my clothes. I can feel her eyes on me. I ignored the urge to look at her.

"If I agree to give you what you want..." She started and I looked up from buttoning my jeans.

"So, If I agree to what you want, you will not tie me to the bed. I promise not to escape. I will do what you want me to do. Just let me go." She tugged on the handcuffs.

I eyed her warily. I wasn't sure if she really meant it or not. If I released her, will she attack me, but one glance in her eyes I knew she wasn't lying. She was telling the truth. She was agreeing to what I had crudely said. I felt like shit. I shoved the feeling away and moved to the nightstand. I took out the key and unlocked her handcuffs.

She rubbed her wrist that was already red with marks the minute I released her. She adjusted my t-shirt she had on. It had ridden up above her waist. I caught sight of it now and I felt instantly turned on when I caught sight of her core.

She swallowed hard and looked down at her feet, "Thank you for believing me."

My jaw ticked because I felt like an ass. I muttered a million different courses through my mind. My skin itched with frustration and anger.

Inside I was fighting a battle but on the outside, I maintained a calm composure.

I nodded, "I promise that while you are here, I will do everything I can to protect you."

She looked up at me and I can see she was shocked by my announcement. What? Did she really think I will allow anyone to hurt her? Gregory won't pass an inch across the border before I tear him apart. I told myself it was because I wanted her as my prisoner. She needed to punish that was all but a little voice inside of me was screaming to be heard.

"You will still be stuck here. I don't trust you yet to let you out." I told her.

She sighed, "I kind of figured that."

"I'll return tonight. Wait for me." I announced, she knew what I meant because her eyes found mine and I can see her eyes darkening with lust. She wanted me.