Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 362

Abby

The lock slides into place behind me from the other side of the door. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I turn and try the door handle, and that’s when it fully hits me: Damon really did just lock us in here.

“Let me go, Damon,” I say as calmly as I can. “This isn’t funny.”

“Funny?” Damon lets out a low chuckle that almost makes me feel sick. “Who said I’m trying to be funny?”

I swallow and finally turn to face him. He’s standing closer to me now, his green eyes almost seeming to glow like two emeralds in the flickering firelight.

“Let me go, please,” I repeat, pulling my shoulders back with an air of confidence that I don’t feel at all. “I’d like to return to my friends.”

“Why the rush, Abby?” Damon asks. That evil look in his eyes seems to fade, but I think it’s still there, lurking beneath the surface. Like a viper hidden in the underbrush, just waiting to strike. “Your friends can wait. Please, you’ve barely even touched your tea.”

As Damon speaks, he gestures to the table where our two teacups are sitting. I instinctively touch my stomach and shoot him a wary look. I feel fine, but maybe it wasn’t such a smart thing to accept a drink from him.

Damon cocks his head to the side and looks at me with confusion. “You don’t seriously think I would… spike your drink, would you?” he asks softly.

I swallow, my mind racing with thoughts right now. I don’t want to piss him off, not if he’s as dangerous as he feels at the moment. So I decide to try my best to relax every muscle in my body, to offer him a polite smile.

“No,” I say with a shake of my head, even though that’s a blatant lie. “I’m just… I’m not feeling well, that’s all. I’d really like to get back to my room and lay down, and maybe we can talk in the morning.”

Damon’s gaze seems to soften ever so slightly as his eyes flicker down to my belly. For a moment, I think I might have actually convinced him; I can get back to my friends, tell them about my worries, and we can leave at our very first opportunity.

But then he takes me by the elbow and begins guiding me back over to the sofa. “Lay down here,” he says. “I’ll send for some medicine for you.”

“No.” I somehow manage to wrench my arm away and take a few steps back. “I want to go back to my room, please.”

There it is again; that flash in his eyes. This time, instead of answering he instead grabs my elbow even more tightly.

A surprised yelp of both shock and pain escapes my lips as he wrenches me over to the sofa and practically forces me to sit down. Before I can make any move to escape, he then sits next to me and puts his arm around my shoulders.

“Damon—”

“There, there,” he says, brushing some strands of hair out of my eyes that have fallen into my face during the struggle. “It’ll be alright, Abby.”

I open my mouth to retort, but no words will come out—because Damon is leaning closer to me, and before I know it, he’s pressing his lips to mine. They taste sickly sweet, like rotten flowers and too much sugar in his tea.

My wolf stirs inside of me at his touch. I can hear her growl, feel her begin to roil in the back of my mind. “He’s not our mate,” she hisses, and at that moment, I can feel her strength surge through me; just enough to shove him away and stand.

“I’m not interested in you, Damon!” I exclaim. “Haven’t I made that clear?!”

Damon blinks up at me in surprise for a few moments, clearly not expecting me to stand up for myself. For a moment, I think I’ve won; but then he stands to his full height, and I’m immediately reminded of just how tall and muscular this prince is.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, Abby,” he says, his voice softer than I expected, “but Karl isn’t here anymore. You don’t need to pretend.”

I narrow my eyes and take a step back in a desperate attempt to put more space between us. “I’m not pretending. I’m not interested, Damon. Now let. Me. Go.”

But it’s too late. Damon’s eyes flash dangerously again, and this time, they stay that way. Before I can bolt away, he lunges forward and grabs me by the wrist. I feel myself stumble into his firm chest, and then his other arm wraps around me, holding me there no matter how hard I struggle.

A choked scream escapes my lips, but it’s too muffled by his shirt for anyone to hear; not that they would anyway, considering how far away I am in this massive estate.

“No matter,” he says, turning me to guide me over toward the bookshelves against the far wall. “You may not realize that you love me now, Abby, but you will learn.”

“Damon, what are you—”

“All in due time, Miss Abby.”

Damon’s grip is like iron around me, and I can feel it again; that sense of helplessness that I felt at the gala. That feeling of being frozen, of my tongue being tied up in knots. I can’t struggle, can’t scream, can’t fight back.

All I can do is follow him dumbly, like a puppet on a string.

“You know,” he says as he leads me across the room, “the moment I saw you on the television, the moment I saw your beauty and your talent and your intelligence, I simply knew I had to have you.”

He stops in front of one of the bookshelves and begins pulling at various books. “Now, where is it…” I furrow my brow in confusion as I watch him, but that’s all I can do. I’m still frozen beneath his touch.

As he searches for… whatever it is he’s searching for, he continues. “As you have likely already deduced yourself,” he says, “I’m used to always getting what I want. I want you, Abby. And so I shall have you. Aha! There it is!”

At his last words, he tugs on one of the books. It slides out cleanly, and then something incredible happens; the bookshelf begins to move.

All I can do is watch in horror as the bookshelf moves aside, revealing an entryway into a small room. The room is furnished with the bare basics: a sink, a toilet, a small bed, and an overhead light. There is a blanket and a few books on the bed, but that’s it.

No, it’s not a room.

It’s a prison cell.

“Do you like it, Abby?” Damon asks coolly. “I had it built as soon as I realized I had to have you. Just in case you… rejected my advances.”

He turns toward me and his gaze sweeps over me. His tongue darts out briefly to wet his lips, and I feel my stomach churn as he leans down and presses those sickly sweet lips to mine once more. Only this time, I can’t shove him away.

When he finally straightens, I feel like I might throw up but he hardly seems to notice. He takes me by both shoulders, his green eyes softening as he stoops down to look at me.

“Now, Abby,” he says softly, “this is where you will live for now. Don’t worry; I’ll make sure that you are given whatever meals you wish. There are some books for you to help pass the time, but I’ll visit you as much as I can. You will be allotted fifteen minutes outside with me every day. And in the meantime…”

He smiles, and in the flickering firelight, his teeth look like fangs.

“You can think about my proposal,” he whispers.

With that, he forcefully shoves me into the room so hard that I fall to my knees. It’s only now that I’m able to scream again, only now that I can scramble to my feet and bolt over to the door; but it’s too late. The door slides shut with a deafening slam, and I’m left alone in the dimly lit room.

Just before I feel my knees give out from beneath me, I hear Damon’s muffled voice come through the door.

“Don’t worry, Abby. I will let you out as soon as you realize who your true love is—me.”