My Mate Sent Me To Prison I Return As His Nightmare novel Chapter 142

"Stay with me tonight. I don't want to be alone" he insisted, holding her slim waist gently but he retracted, thinking it wasn't proper, his face was so close to hers and she couldn't, all she wanted was to crush her lips on him, and explore his mouth. 

She sat down on the arm of the couch, facing him. He was standing in front of her and gently he caressed the side of her face, making her still with wonder. What was happening? Why was she loving the sound of his voice and the glistening of his

eyes? This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to be this obscenely brave.

"Can I hold your hand?" he asked her under his breath.

She processed, eyes still fixed onto his, and then she said, "No you should not"

"Why?"

"Because I will kill you if you do," she answered back softly.

He stopped immediately and waited.

"I am going to kill you if you put your hands on me," she repeated still seeming calm. "I should have told you this before you invited me into your house." She watched as her warning sunk into his eyes. "I am a vampire. I kill humans like you

and right now, you need to run and hide,"

Ethan wasn't moving. She gave it a few seconds and he was just standing there,

mocking her with his presence. She wondered if she should go for the kill or suck the life out of him slowly first.

Promptly she decided to be on her feet and he grabbed her arm with enough force that she felt it and put her back to her seat. Looking into his eyes now, she could swear he was in a whole different mood and his eyes shone. She held her breath unconsciously, remembering the earlier moments when his eyes had lustfully owned her.

"You think this is funny?" he threatened. She kept quiet all of a sudden. "How can you talk about death like that? First, you stalk me and then you go looking into my past-" he stopped there and then hurried to the seat across the room. He didn't sit

down but just stood, avoiding facing her and his hand had already formed into a fist. He was gnarling, clearly cursing mentally. This kind of reaction was by all means triggered by her wording and it had her confused.

Finally, he brought himself to sit down and she advanced to his side carefully.

Granted that she knew he was broken but she could have never guessed that he had a temper. His hands were shaking, she could see that. After a moment of listening

to his pounding heartbeats, she decided to sit next to him.

"I haven't been looking into your past, I promise. I don't know what you're talking about,"

He forced himself to look at her and with a deeper, rustier tone he said, "My parents were killed by a blood-sucking monster. How else would you have said what you did if you hadn't been looking into my past?....."

"I think we're way past that. Just tell me,"

He took a moment as if reliving the incident. "It looked like a person. I had closed my eyes when it bit into my mother's dying body. I couldn't look."

"You did the right thing," she told him. "I mean keeping quiet." There was hesitation in her voice.

"I've never told anyone this." He turned to her, opting to explore the length of her with his eyes. She tried to move from her seat but realized that she would only reveal her nervousness from a thought that now lingered in her head. Thoughts

about some accident and she had no control over it.

So she couldn't leap from her seat. Or look away and her only defense was offense. She immediately kissed him and all the air in her chest was entirely lost.

She tried to breathe in and he pushed his lips much deeper and now there was no escape. He grabbed her, invading her and touching her in all the places that had been dormant for many years. Her hands pushed on his chest, trying to break free

but he easily repelled this tactic with his strong hold. He matched the sound of her breathing and leaned over just enough that she fell on her back on the couch. She

made the biggest mistake she could. She closed her eyes. Now she was lost in everything Ethan West. He was going to get whatever he wanted...