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Miranda grasped Emily’s arm, who gasped when manicured nails dug into the black fabric, biting her flesh.
“You don’t get to leave.” The white-haired woman sneered, and Emily felt she could die. She wanted to run, to climb over the mess her life was and ascend as someone else, someone better. Just because she could. Just because she wanted Miranda to know – she was able to do it.
Emily tugged her arm away, yet Miranda’s hold didn’t flinch. The ire in her eyes dripped down her face.
“Miranda—”
“Emily.” Her breath caressed the redhead’s cheek, and Emily felt dizzy. “Do not disappoint me.”
Never.
Her eyes fluttered closed, the blue eyeshadow no longer the vivid shimmering colour it was at the beginning of the day. She let her lips be taken by a hunting kiss, let the teeth tug her flesh, let her mouth be explored by relentless tongue; Miranda pulled her back inside the room, pressed her against the closed door.
The hands that clutched her new Paris clothes trembled, and it brought such a deep sense of satisfaction that sweet noises spilled from her mouth without permission. Miranda groaned against her jaw, fingers unlacing her corset like claws tearing open skin.
She wouldn’t fear the hunt, wouldn’t back down when looking the devil in the eyes; her fingers joined the carnage, fabric falling and pooling around her heels as she bared herself to harsh hands and a hungry mouth.
Her legs burned with angry red streaks drawn over the pale skin, she craved it, whimpered and whined when nails threatened to touch her; squirmed and trembled when incisors and canines tasted her shoulders, her chest, her thighs. She could take everything, she would take everything, because no one was better with Miranda than she was.
Emily pretended it didn’t hurt when Miranda whispered another name as two fingers sunk inside her. Tears blazed in the corner of her eyes, but she shut them. Her fingers tightened around the alabaster hair at the woman’s nape; her cold eyes lost any fragment of warmth as she gazed upon the redhead once again. Emily pretended it didn’t matter.
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