"It's what he does," I stated with no tone. He looked taken back and confused as if he could have never expected it.

"What?" he stammered.

I pushed him off of me and sat on the bed avoiding eye contact with him.

"The Black Hunter kills the bad people. Yet the cops make him seem like the bad person. He kills rapists, abusers, sexual offenders etc."

"How do you know that?"

"It's a pattern that you notice."

He stood there stunned. Of course, they always just jump to assumptions without thinking why on earth there was a loose criminal killing men and women left and right within seconds. Stupid motherfucker.

"You noticed it. Wow that makes you the cleverest person in the whole fucking world doesn't it?" he sarcastically commented.

I gritted my teeth knowing that I have no self control when it came to punching this idiot's face. Just wait till I get back at him. Maybe I'll light him up in flames and show the whole world. That would actually give me a hell lot of satisfaction but for now we have to imagine in my head that we're killing him. A stab in the heart or a bullet in the brain.

"But that wasn't the fucking question so let me repeat myself for you. Who the hell made those scars. Was it an abuser, rapist or sexual offender baby." he asked while putting a loose hair strand behind my ear and caressing my skin softly.

I hadn't seen this side of him and I don't think anyone has ever which makes me very curious on why he was acting like this. He was some sort of cold person. One moment he cares while the other he claims about not giving one fuck about me, which is bloody amazing. The idea of wooing him to fall in love doesn't seem too bad to me but all I crave is the sex that he may have to offer.

"Do you care about me, Narcissus?" I asked wearing a proud smirk on my face.

He quickly pushed his hands off my face which clearly made me lose my smile very quickly. My pride quickly transformed to rage and anger.

"No. I don't. You're nothing to me." he sneered with disgust.

Nothing. Is this bitch for real? He went all the way to kidnap me and stalk me 24/7 with no life to say I'm worth nothing to him. I lost it. I lost all my self control that I had possessed when that line came out of his mouth.

Standing up, I swung my jaw but too my own fault I was too slow. He caught my fist in his hands and wore a grin. Just as I was going to use my legs t get out of this whole moment, he pushed me onto the bed and he was on top of me.

He was wearing strong cologne that smelt nice adding up impeccably to his mysterious powerful man look. His red eyes were rare. Only the Martinez family can possess it and I would hate to be the one to gouge it out of one of them but once again a girl gotta do what she gotta do. No matter what.

"Darling, I know you have kinks but I want my answer now yeah?" he said while casually pushing all his weight onto me and I'm here suffocating.

"Maybe it'll help if you weren't crushing body with your heavy fat." I snarked at him.

"I'll have you know Nemesis, this ain't fat. All muscle."

He was humouring around giving me the chance to grasp back my power. I pushed him on the bed and I was on top of him.

"Narcissus, others won't know your story but me. I can read you like an open fucking book and it's funny that you think you can hide it from me at all." I leaned in closer and whispered into ear, "You care about me! And whether you like it or not you can't stop. You feel the constant need to make sure that I'm safe and protected but me and you both know that I can protect myself better than you think."

My next stop was his neck pressing slow kisses down it, leaving purple marks on his tanned skin. He clearly was annoyed and I enjoyed every moment of it.

Suddenly, my legs were wrapped around his waist and I was slammed against a wall across from my bed. He smashed his lips onto mine.

Once again the sweet cigarish taste was in my mouth. What I didn't realise is that I was addicted. Addicted like a drug.