"No. And, don't order me around. I hate it. And, I am not going to listen to you."
Rai tried to wrench himself free, twisting his wrist sharply in Zade's grip. It didn't work. If anything, Zade's fingers only tightened slowly and deliberately, until Rai's expression flickered.
A brief crack in his composure.
Pain.
Zade noticed.
Of course he did.
A low chuckle slipped from him, quiet and unmistakably pleased.
It tightened further.
Rai's jaw clenched. His shoulders stiffened. He refused to make a sound, but his face betrayed him.
It was as if the bastard enjoyed this.
No, there was no "as if."
He did.
The bastard was a psycho.
The pshyco bastard enjoyed this.
"Does it hurt?" Zade murmured, voice almost curious, like he was studying something interesting. "Didn't think mighty Rai Est would ever look this helpless."
Rai's eyes widened slightly.
"I like your expressions, by the way," Zade added, tone dipping into something darker. "Kinda turn me on."
That did it.
