Their Obsession Rose

Chapter 16 Zackreigh : Punishment

The sheer possessiveness I feel towards Rose hits me in spades as I loose myself in her beauty, her softness. Titanium left me with her, giving me the much needed privacy to view my human prize.

She is mine and I don't have to share her with anyone. It feels like a brand new toy, bestowed upon me, for my exclusive use, pleasure and enjoyment. I take off my gloves and my hand hovers over her face. The rembrandts of dried tears has left its mark on her face and in the corner of her eye, a lone tear is waiting, watching undecided of what it wants to do.

My fingers, out of its own violation, gently wipes the tear away. I put my finger in my mouth to get the taste of her tear, it's salty and taste of roses. My fingers finds its way back to her face and trace over her soft rosy cheeks and pink soft lips.

I'm awed by the fact that I can touch her. It's as if I'm living in a dream and will wake up any second to the harsh reality that she is not real. I close my eyes and bury my face in her hair, that cascades over the white pillow. I inhale deeply and smell the freshness of the forest, she smells utterly divine and I know that if I am not careful she will bewitch me with her innocence and rare beauty.

I pull away as she mutters something in her sleep, "Grey don't leave me," she mutters and as I realize that she is calling to another man, jealousy rocks it's way through my body as I forbid her to speak another mans name in my presence. The only name she will know is mine.

I retreat and get back to business ensuring that the room is secure. I know Titanium secured the rooms but I do it again. There is a window but we are too high up, she will not be that stupid to dare and try to use the window as an escape route. As I leave her rooms I cast a spell over the door leading to the passage giving her access to the lift. I'm about to take the lift to the bottom floor, when I think of punishing my beautiful vixen.

I have to punish her for whispering the name of another man, her daring to utter the name of another over her sweet lips and that in my presence! Without thinking twice about it, I wave my hand and remove the spell over the door and instead cast it at the entrance of the lift and the stairs leading to the bottom of the sky scraper. The beauty of the spell, it only prohibits her from leaving, Anyone else, my men and I will be able to move freely.

I signal Isis to watch her while I make final preparations for the Vicario Gala with Lysander.

The presence of my men, my presence have made the leaders of Creak, like crazed blood hounds. They all believe that we have an interest in their precious chosen ones. They are crazed out and wants the ultimate prize the Vicario can give them. They want the power, the prestige and money that comes with being the family of a chosen one. This year would be the first time there will be 13 chosen . Everyone is whispering and wondering who it is.

As Lysander gives me his report, I listen with half a ear until I hear the name Greyson, shortened for Grey. My hands bulge into a tight fists when I hear that name, the man that follows her in her dreams. I zone out and had to ask Lysander to repeat his last sentence. I never ask anyone to repeat themselves. He looks up at me with a questioning look. The look I give him in return, is one that says, don't you dare question me.

Greyson is Matthews chosen. When he could not get to Rose he went after her lover.

I know my brother is playing the long game, but for once I'm ahead of him.As Lysander continues with his report, Isis tells me that Rose is awake and I better get going to the top floor asap. Without questioning her, I beam myself to Rose's room, but don't see her. I notice Isis standing by an open window looking down.

My heart drops as I realize what is happening. My temptress is escaping through the window and if she slips, she will fall to her death. I rush over to the window and just as I look outside I see what I feared most. Rose, mid- air toppling to the bottom with a high speed. A fleeting feeling of anxiousness cross over my heart and without thinking, I jump. As she is about to reach the bottom, I catch her and the relief I feel surpass any feeling I've felt my my existence.

I take her back to her room and makes sure that she can't move her head to get a glimpse of my face.