The Island's Monster
Part one
"Why?" He asked his voice calm and steady, his face stoic and cold. His eyes scanned the girl kneeling in front of him, her eyes glued to the floor, her hair falling like broken waves around her face.
She remained silent but he knew that she had heard him. He walked away from her, leaving her broken on the floor of his luxurious salon. He poured himself a glass of whiskey before sitting down in his dark corner, slowly finishing it, his eyes looking everywhere except at her. He was known for being the island's monster. A terrible being with no compassion, with no fear of God… and that he probably was. Still, he didn't understand what that girl was doing there, kneeling on the floor in front of him, trying to reach a side of him that died long ago, maybe a side that never existed…
The silence soon became unbearable for her as she removed her gaze from the floor and planted it on the young man sitting so far away from her. Her lips trembled in humiliation, her hands fisting on the floor. There she was, begging the monster to help her. Everyone told her to stay away from his big mansion, everyone told her that she was crazy if she thought that he would listen to her, that he would be moved by her tears, and yet there she was…She gulped and wet her suddenly dry lips. May God help her, she thought to herself…
"Because I love him." She whispered with a broken voice. He smiled sarcastically and finished the rest of his drink before rising. Her eyes followed each of his motions with fear. The shadows present in the vast room made him look even deadlier than he was known to be, like a predator stalking his prey, stalking her.
"Please." She begged again, her chocolate eyes filling with tears. "Don't hurt him like that." She whispered, her voice trembling, tears now running freely down her cheeks. What had she done to deserve such a fate? "I am ready to do whatever you want, just please…" her voice suddenly betrayed her, her sobs growing louder, her shoulders shaking. She felt the weight of her words settle upon her, the dark consequences waiting to be unleashed. She was putting her fate in the hands of the monster. Her hands immediately went to her face, covering it, not wanting him to see the vulnerability in her tears.
He took a deep breath, slowly rubbing his forehead to dissipate the headache her sobs were causing him. It has been so long since anyone from the island has come to visit him in his mansion. Him, the monster, was secluded from the others, although he was the main reason the economy of this place was still standing, his funds, his donations…yet he was only seen as a monster, nothing more…a feared man…
"Would you just stop weeping?" He snapped a hint of anger evident in his question. If he was considered to be a monster than a monster he will be. "I want my money. I have waited long enough. I want every single penny I gave him by tomorrow unless he wants me to send my men down to your house to…"
"No please!" she begged before rising and approaching him. He held his ground, his eyes cold as ever. As soon as she was next to him, she collapsed on his feet, her hands fisting in the material of his expensive pants. Her head rested against his knee, her form trembling. "I'll give you anything you want, anything, please, give him more time, he'll pay you back, I swear. Take anything you want anything but take it from me, not from him."
Her eyes met his in a silent plea as silence reigned again in the vast dark room. The sound of the sea could be heard, the waves breaking on the rocks in their eternal dance…in their desperate attempt to break through…
"You can give me nothing I do not have already. Your offer does not interest me." He finally replied. "Your begging will serve you for nothing. Your father owes me one million. Can you or can you not pay?" He replied angrily.
She shook her head negatively, her hands still gripping his feet firmly, fearing that he would leave or make her leave…
"I can give you one million minutes from my life." She whispered, her chocolate eyes never leaving his honey pools. His eyes widened momentarily at her offer before he hid it with a mask of indifference. In all his years as a businessman, he had never heard such a bizarre offer…but he was not willing to bend to her tricks.
"And what would that serve me for? What would I do with a million minutes of your life?" He countered in a deep voice, making a step back to dislodge himself from her grip. She let her hands fall to her knees and gulped before sealing her fate.
"If you get your million dollars back, it would serve you for nothing." She answered in a small voice, her hands chasing away the tears from her eyes. "However, if you get instead one million minutes of my life, then you would have something that no one has…and I would give you in those minutes whatever you want…"
The young billionaire smiled widely for the first time that evening. That girl clearly did not know him that well.
"What would make you think that I would exchange one million dollars with one million minutes of your life! What would make you think that I would agree to such a ridiculous offer?"
She slowly rose from her kneeling position, her beautiful eyes never leaving his. He held his breath for a second, amazed at the beauty he always saw in her eyes. Since he saw her for the first time on year ago, he had fallen under a spell he knew not how to get rid of. So he tried to ignore her presence in the island, failing miserably in the process. She had been so kind to him, until they told her that he was the monster, and then, she started hating him like the others. She was just like the others.
"I have seen the way you look at me when you think that I won't notice." She replied in a strangely cold voice. His eyes hardened even more at her words, his hands fisting with anger. She knew his attraction to her and yet she hated him like all the others. The only reason why he gave her father such an enormous sum of money was to gain her trust, and yet…
"Everyone in this island knows that you desire me, and everyone knows that no woman would willingly agree to be with you, not after all the damage you have done to the people around you, not after the monstrous way you treated your wife…you know that your chances to be with me are inexistent, so are those to be with any other woman on this island…and now I am offering you one million minutes of my life."
She suddenly paused, closing her eyes for a few seconds. She knew that she was now in a dangerous territory. She was tempting him, making him want to have those minutes that she would suffer in giving them. The first time she saw, she thought that he was the most beautiful and angelic man she had ever seen. She thought that she was in love.
And then they told her, they told her that he kicked his beautiful wife out of the mansion on a cold October night, they told her that he refused the child she later gave birth to, saying that he would never want to see that ugly creature, they told her that in his anger he burned the fields that surrounded his mansion and then refused to pay for the villagers the money he usually gave them each year for their work in his lands…
They told her that he hit his servants in his crisis of anger, they told her that he hated sunlight and preferred to only go out at night…and they told her that whenever he would pass in the village, all young girls would look away, not wanting to be seen by the monster of the island…and she fell out of love.
"I would sacrifice myself for my father." She finally continued.
He remained silent before a small smile crept to his lips, making him look even more intimidating.
"You do know that I would make those million minutes a million torment for you. Don't you?"
She nodded once, then twice. And it was all the affirmation he needed.
"Consider your father's debt paid…Kagome."
"What do you mean?" The man yelled, his face going red with anger. "You cannot do that!"
The young billionaire smiled, staring back at the old man in front of him.
"Of course I can", he replied, "it's my land remember? And I have decided not to sell any products this year. If you have anything else to say please do or I would suggest you leave immediately. I don't like to waste my time."
The man glared at him with hatred in his eyes.
"Don't you think this is over Inuyasha. Don't you dare think that you can control us." He warned, a hint of threatening evident in his voice. "I am twice your age. Do not think that your wealth can hide the hideous things you are doing. This is not over. You will not make us work for nothing and at the end throw all our work just because you wish to!"
Inuyasha's eyes narrowed slightly, his amused smile leaving place to a scowl.
"Get out." He ordered dryly. "I am the owner of those lands. I am the only one responsible for my lands. Get out before I make you eat back your words!"
"Inuyasha!" The old man yelled, getting up from his seat, his face red with anger. "Don't you see? You are the most hated person on this island! You are called the monster of the island! Are you aware of that? And you still keep on challenging everyone here! We all know that you have blackmailed the daughter of Higurashi in order to make her stay with you! Can't you see the danger you are putting yourself in by making all these men hate you!"
The billionaire got up as well, his honey eyes flashing with anger and determination.
"Get out." He whispered in a deadly voice, his fingers pointing towards the door. "And always remember that I am the one who gives commands here, I alone have the privilege of deciding the welfare of my lands. Now get the hell out!"
The older man looked at him before shaking his head back and forth, a look of sorrow gracing his features.
"I warned you." He whispered before taking his leave.
"What's the matter?" she asked, her eyes watching his far away expression. She had been in his mansion for over a month and this was the first time he looked so depressed. She watched as he took another gulp of his drink, his eyes staring at the blank wall in front of him. He was lonely and she could feel it. She took another step towards him.
"What's the matter?" she asked again and his voice startled her.
"Why would you care? You must be counting the minutes you still have until you get out of this infernal prison aren't you?"
She paused in her steps, her eyes widening at the harshness of his voice. During her stay, he avoided her like the plague. This was the first time he showed any emotion in her presence. She took a deep breath deciding to let him do the talking for once.
His bitter laugh resonated in his dark room, his frame shaking slightly.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" He finally asked after his laugh subsided. She looked at him, trying to discern him in the darkness.
"The servants told me that you have not eaten all day. I came here to check on you." She replied, her voice low. "Are you alright?"
She heard him rise from his chair and slowly make his way towards her. Panicking she took a few steps back, her eyes going wide as he came near her in the light. He was as handsome as she remembered him the first day she saw him in the island. So tall, so proud, so beautiful and yet deadly…
Her eyes immediately flew to his, her heart beating widely in her chest. For the first time she realized that she was alone, with only him, in the same room, at night…Her heart hammered in her chest, her hands going sweaty. Why did she come? How did she not notice that it was a bad idea to search for him? It was his voice that broke her out of her reverie.
"Tell me something…" he whispered, his eyes dropping to her lips. Her throat went dry, chills running down her spine at the look he was giving her. "Tell me, what do you usually call me? I have never heard you refer to me by any name. What name do you usually use for me?"
She remained silent, her eyes searching the entire room as if she was hoping that he would forget the question.
"Answer me!" he suddenly commanded with anger, his hand gripping her forearm, yanking her towards him. She yelped in surprise at the sudden contact of their bodies. Electricity ran down her body, her heart going wild in her chest. Not sensing her reaction, his hand gripped her chin forcefully, making her stare at him in the eyes. Her wide brown eyes seemed to glow as he stared down at her, a frown ceasing his forehead.
"Answer me." He repeated and she found herself complying.
"The monster of the island." She stated in a loud and clear voice. His eyes narrowed, his lips pursing in a thin line, his grip on her arm tightening until she felt a little pain.
"Why do you call me that?" he asked again.
"Because that's what you are, a monster." She replied, her eyes never leaving his. Silence stretched between them for a few seconds before his eyes grew harder than she had ever seen.
"I'll show you then what you expect to see from a monster like me." He whispered and before she could process his words, his lips crashed on hers, forcing her in a passionate kiss.
Her eyes widened as he pressed her more against him, his tongue forcing her rosy petals apart, his hands wrapping around her, caging her against his hard chest and pinning her arms to her side.
She moaned in disgust, trying to move her head away from him, but he immediately caught her trick, his lips never leaving hers, instead following her, never breaking the contact. His tongue collided with hers forcefully before running on her lips.
Her cheeks burned to a dark red when he finally broke away the contact. She took a shuddering breath, her lips raw and abused. She opened her mouth to yell at him, to swear at him but instead she trembled when he pushed her towards the dark side of his room, discarding his white shirt in a few seconds, leaving his chest bare to her. Her eyes widened in indignation, her feet trembling under her. No words managed to leave her mouth when he came next to her, tall and powerful, and pushed her on the soft dark mattress. She fell back, her black hair cascading around her and then he followed suit, his weight pressing on top of hers, caging her, leaving her defenseless.
"You say I am a monster." He whispered, his face inches away from hers. She tried to speak, to yell, to tell him to get off but no words left her lips except a small whine that he immediately muffled with his lips. She lay there, completely helpless as he drew her bottom lip in his mouth, nibbling at it softly. She closed her eyes, willing herself not to feel anything. Her hands stayed helpless on the mattress, her whole body numb when his lips moved from her face to her body.
She took a deep breath, trying to escape with her mind his assault on her, but she failed completely. She felt his touch on her, the way he parted her summer dress and then the cool air on her bare skin and the touch of his skin against hers. His lips returned this time to her neck, sucking the skin slowly, taking it inside his mouth while his hands gripped her breasts, squeezing them gently.
Another whine escaped her lips, her legs still trembling with fear for what he was doing to her. She could hear in the silence and the darkness of the room the sound of his kisses and the sound of her whines.
"Please…" she finally managed to say, her lips trembling but he paid her no regard. His lips moved to her shoulders closing around the skin, while his fingers caught one of her now hardened nipples and rolled it until it stood for attention. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes opening wide open to the new sensations. His body slowly glided down against her before he encompassed her nipple in his mouth, sucking at it, rolling his tongue around it.
For the first time, she took a sharp breath as fire shot involuntary through her body. Her hands went to his long hair, gripping it tightly, her mind and body giving her different orders. Sensing her reaction, he immediately gripped her hands in his, pinning them above her head.
Their eyes clashed, burning with fire.
"You cannot say no…" he whispered, pinning her under him. She shook her head negatively, her hair sticking to her suddenly sweaty face, her cheeks flushing red.
"No…" she murmured, causing his eyes to darken in anger. His lips crashed with hers again, his body fighting against hers. His knees pinned her body underneath him while his hands gripped her face, forcing her still as he drank from her mouth. She closed her eyes, whining against his lips as he bit down, drawing her full bottom lip inside his mouth, sucking on it till it hurt. One of his hands snacked to her body, sinfully caressing the swell of her breast before pinching the nipple harshly. A moan of pain and indignation escaped her, her resistance against him renewing.
His lips left hers, a smirk adorning his beautiful face.
"Tonight, I shall have my fill of you." He whispered against her neck, "even if you say no, I will not stop, I am the master of my lands, and you are in my lands…"
"No." She begged again, closing her eyes when his lips descended on her abused nipple. He caught it, lapping at it before sucking greedily, his other hand caressing her stomach, making its way down to cup her core. Her breath hitched and her traitorous body bucked against his hand. She took another sharp breath when she felt his finger enter her, slowly rotating before thrusting more deeply. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, her cries immediately swallowed by his lips. Her eyes fell closed. She had never felt this before. Her body surrendered to him, letting him rid her of the ache she felt between her legs.
His other hand caressed her thighs, making her spread them wider, easing his fingers inside her core. Her hands gripped his bare back for leverage as he thrust two fingers inside of her at the same time. Her breath hitched, her eyes opening wide when his rhythm accelerated, his breath ragged against her ear.
"You're so tight…" he whispered in the darkness and as she felt herself on the edge of something wonderful he eased his hand away from her making her cry out in frustration.
"Beg me." He whispered harshly in her ear, his hand coated with her juices gripping her hair tightly. "Beg me to relieve your ache."
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she fought the unbelievable ache that she felt deep within her core. She gulped, her eyes staring into his.
"Please, I…I beg you."
He laughed darkly in her ear before kissing the lobe gently. She moaned, not understanding what she was feeling. She felt him grip her thighs harshly, parting them and wrapping them around his waist.
"You promised me a million minutes didn't you?" he whispered in her ear before thrusting deeply inside of her. Her head fell back on the pillow, a small cry escaping her parted lips. She took a series of ragged breaths, trying to accommodate to the feeling of being torn into two.
But he gave her no rest. He immediately pulled away and thrust again, his eyes never leaving hers. "You promised." He whispered again, his hands gripping her face, bringing her to a passionate kiss. He parted her lips, forcing his tongue inside her mouth, his nose rubbing against her cheek within the ferocity of his assault. She closed her brown eyes as he guided her hands towards the headboard, forcing her to grip it tightly, his hands resting on top of hers.
She moaned helplessly under him while he drove himself deep within her, each time rocking the old bed, making her grip on the headboard tighter. She felt cheap and low, but she couldn't deny that she also felt pleasure like never before.
She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a thin black sheet the only thing covering her naked body. Her hair fell on the pillow around her as she listened to him talking on the phone from the other room, his voice muffled.
He then hung up and stayed silent for a few minutes before he entered the room. He looked down at her, his eyes scanning her face. He then lay down next to her; still staring at her while she ignored him, busying herself with a small spot on the wall. He smiled, moving her hair away from her neck and burying his face there, his lips kissing the skin he found.
His hands moved the sheet down to her waist before pulling away from her, his eyes scanning the new exposed skin.
She closed her eyes when his head pillowed on her chest, his breath teasing the nipple until it perked for attention. His lips closed around the rosy bud, sucking it like a new born. Her lips fell open in a soft sigh as she tried to ignore the pleasure his actions invoked in her. She knew that he was using her body to his own pleasure but she could not refuse him, she simply could not. And as the days passed, she grew more scared of the way her heart would beat when he would touch her.
By now, the sheet was long discarded on the floor as he buried his face between her legs, driving his tongue as deep as he could inside of her. She clutched the sheets under her, biting her lips tightly to avoid giving him the satisfaction of showing him how truly affected she was. He spread her legs wider, his hands caressing her creamy thighs while his mouth performed acts she didn't knew existed at all.
She finally came in a soft sigh and opened her eyes slowly to see him crawling up her body, unzipping his pants. His lips collided forcefully with hers, his tongue immediately penetrating her hot cavern, making her taste herself on him. He then broke the kiss and flipped her on her stomach, his larger body completely covering hers.
"Inuyasha?" she whispered faintly, not understanding his motions until she felt him seethe himself deeply within her, a loud moan escaping him. She gasped loudly, her face falling on the pillow, her body collapsing on the mattress. His hands gripped her breasts from the front, teasing her nipples while he drove himself deeply and strongly within her. She cried out, feeling him fill her to the tilt.
"You like it?" he asked softly in her ear, one of his hands leaving her breast and moving down to cup her from the front. She gasped loudly when he rubbed her forcefully, still thrusting inside of her.
"Hm?" he asked again, his mouth kissing her sweaty back. She nodded helplessly, finding herself incapable of speaking. He smiled softly in her hair when she came with a loud cry of his name and then followed her suit, his climax coming silent unlike hers.
They both fell exhausted, breathing deeply, him still rooted deep inside of her. She buried her face in the pillow, feeling embarrassed by how used she was getting to his body. He finally pulled out of her and rolled her on her back, his honey eyes staring into her deep brown ones. He caressed her hair, his lips curling in a small smirk. She reddened even more, biting her bottom lip while he searched her face.
"What?" she whispered, feeling uneasy under his stare. He simply shrugged and lay down next to her, his fingers playing with her hair.
"You're getting better in bed." He replied.
Her eyes widened her heart suddenly sad. Was it all he was thinking about when they made love? How well she was being in bed? Did he feel nothing outside of the sex? Did he not feel how attached she was to him?
"Next time I want you to wear the perfume I bought you. And never sleep naked again. I want to be the one to undress you, do you hear me?" he continued, staring at her from the corner of his eye. She nodded, feeling tears well in her eyes.
"Kiss me." He suddenly ordered, still laying next to her. She reached to wrap a sheet around her but he grabbed her hand, dragging her naked on top of him.
"Like this, kiss me." He ordered looking up at her. "Make me believe that you want me."
Her eyes widened. Did he think that she did not want him? Was he that stupid not to notice how she would melt when he was around?
Slowly she leaned down, her lips brushing against his in the softest caress. He parted his lips, his hands gripping her forearms for leverage, allowing her to take the kiss as she wanted. Her tongue darted from her mouth to his, slowly exploring him. Her eyes fell closed, her hair shielding them in their own world as she sucked his bottom lip, the same he did to her.
The billionaire moaned in appreciation, his hands tightening on her, his head leaving the pillow to take more from the kiss. His tongue soon battled hers for dominance, winning over and giving the kiss a more forceful rhythm. He finally pulled away, his hands caressing her flushed cheeks.
"I have trained you well didn't I?"
Her hands went to his face, caressing it lovingly before leaning in again. She didn't care if he was a monster, she didn't care if he treated her like he did, she loved him, just loved him.
She would tell him in the morning, she thought to herself as she lay to sleep in his arms. She would tell him that she liked him the first time she saw him. She would tell him that he was the man of her dreams, that she didn't care if they called him the monster of the island, that she didn't care if they hated him, if they said that he had kicked his wife out that he refused his own child. Was she selfish enough not to care? Not to care that he was toying with her? Not to care that he didn't love her? Was she selfish enough to love him even after what he had done to her?
She snuggled deeply in his arms, listening with content to the sound of his heartbeat. It has been six months since the first time he made her share his bed. And in that six month she fell in love with the monster. When he would go on a business trip and leave her alone, she would feel devastated, empty. She would wait for his return all day, all night. She would miss him greatly, so greatly.
She closed her eyes, sighing deeply. They all thought in the island that she was his prisoner, even her father refused to understand the truth. He was convinced that the monster has put a spell upon her, making her so happy with him, so content. She buried her nose in his shoulder, smelling him. He was her heaven in her hell. Why would she care about the others? She will be with him as long as he would have her, she silently vowed to herself, a small smile crawling to her lips.
A sudden yell made her shoot up from her laying position. She nudged him from next to her and he woke up reluctantly.
"What's the matter?" he whispered hoarsely, sleep evident in his eyes. She stared at him in the darkness, her hand against her heart.
"I heard a noise." She whispered and strangely he didn't doubt her words as if he feared something. He reached quickly for his clothes and ordered her to leave through the other door.
His voice left no argument. Exchanging a last look, she left, not understanding what she saw in his eyes. The sound of yelling was suddenly heard, becoming nearer and nearer, and then, from the window of her room, her eyes widened as she saw many of the people she knew standing in front of the gate, obviously angry.
Her heart started to beat widely in her chest and in that second she knew that they came to take him away. She ran to her door, wanting to go and shield him with herself, but found it locked. Desperate, she pulled at it again and again, tears running down her cheeks, feeling suddenly helpless.
She heard his voice from the other end, calling her name. She listened, suddenly as silent as a dead.
"Kagome." He whispered from the other side, his voice vulnerable. "Please Kagome." He begged for the first time in his life. "I don't want them to hurt you. They want me, not you. Stay in your room."
"No!" she yelled loudly, desperately, clawing at the door, willing it to open. "Inuyasha! Open the door please." She sobbed, "Please, what do they want!" she sobbed harder, collapsing on the door.
"They never understood Kagome, they never understood me, they accuse me of so many things, things that I have never done. I never kicked my wife out, she left me when she was pregnant, she left because the child was another man's and she wanted to be with him…"
Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening at his confession.
"And the lands I burned were her lover's. I couldn't bare the pain, so I burned them!" He yelled in a broken voice, making her sob harder. How she wanted to hold him, to tell him she was sorry for doubting him.
"Please open the door…You promised me one million minutes of torment, you cannot break your promise to me!" she begged as the yelling grew louder, and nearer…
"I wanted them to hate me because I hated myself…and then I saw you…" his voice became softer like a whisper, ignoring her pleas."And I wanted you but you treated me just like the others and it broke my heart so I thought that maybe if I gave your father some money, maybe you would love me, but you didn't…"
She hid her face between her hands, her sobs racking her body. She was more to him than a simple entertainment.
"I love you so much it hurts." He whispered, breaking her heart from joy and sorrow "and when you told me that you called me a monster I lost control over myself, I knew then that I would never have your love, but at least, I thought that I would have a part of you, your body, and I wanted to humiliate you, I wanted you to hate me, to have any kind of feeling for me…even disgust, and the way you would look at me when we would make love, why would you lie at me? Why would you look at me as if you love me? So I wanted to humiliate you furthermore, but the only person who got lost more and more was me, in your love…"
"Please." She whispered her eyes empty and swollen "open the door Inuyasha."
"But you will be free of me my love. I gave you everything I own, everything is now yours…"
Her voice died in her throat when she heard the billionaire's rough voice.
"What are you doing in my mansion? Get out!" he ordered and she knew that they arrived. She fell on the floor, her eyes staring at nothing in particular, her hands trembling without her even noticing.
"I told you that you should not mess with us!" another voice that she found familiar came from behind the door, followed by several other yells.
"I am the land owner." Inuyasha replied strongly, "Get out of my house!"
"You have not only acted so miserably with us, but you have also taken what doesn't belong to you! Attacking our women is next on your tyranny. Give us the lands, my daughter, and leave."
"I will not give you anything that belongs to me." The young man said with confidence.
Kagome her body curled up on the floor waited with void eyes the response of the other men. The only thing she heard before darkness took over her was the sound of a gunshot and then nothing.
"I love you" she thought before closing her eyes.
To be continued...
