Nearly a year later. Oops.
Go read part one again to freshen up your memory.
Have fun.
NOT BETAED!
Dalliance
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When he left the restrooms, his emotions were locked inside a vault deep inside the farthest corner of his being, the key to it thrown away so nobody could find it again, the things he hid better locked up than raging alive and unyielding.
Christian was a master of hiding, keeping pieces of himself locked inside his own chest for what he would call the greater good, not trusting the vague and unstable reactions his traitorous body gave from time to time if somebody managed to really grind his gears, something not a lot of people could say about themselves. He couldn't stop being in awe with those, though, since he was a tough nut to crack, hiding something rotten and reeking inside him, like flowers all emotions died when the sun didn't kiss their fragile petals.
For him those weaknesses were better dead than alive, he hated it whenever they resurrected, their presence making the controlled, strategically planned peace of his life crumble, messing with his mind, leaving him weak and vulnerable, something he had no intentions to be ever again. He had opened the vaults of his heart once, what good had that done, he still kept asking himself, a frosty expression shadowing his handsome face, the things he had lost because of his own stupidity in the past had taught him many lessons.
There is a reason why God put humans' hearts inside a prison made out of flesh and bones, a physical and metaphorical prison. If you don't put chains on your own heart, you will become its prisoner.
The words had been whispered into his ear over and over again, the soft flesh of lips touching his skin, making him shiver as he felt numbing, silky webs wrap around his bones, his muscles, tying his breath, tying his mind as he felt like he was falling, falling, and falling more and more into a bottomless pit, his body aching for firm ground underneath him, his mind dazed as he smiled into the darkness surrounding him, oddly satisfied with himself. Soft giggles like a lullaby kissing his ears, hands groping him, creamy skin underneath his own hands, full curves, feminine touch, flowery smell, his mind intoxicated, his oh so loved logic having left the building a long time ago.
He had let go off everything tying him to this world, to any world, cutting the ties with the people surrounding him, freeing himself from his invisible chains, thinking that the euphoria would stay until the end of time, only to be awakened by the harsh reality as he hit rock bottom one day, the soft giggles gone, the feminine touch dearly missed by him, the smell of flowers only a fainted memory in his clouded mind. What was left had been a miserable human being, a secret addict of freedom even though he had always feared it, freedom only worth his time with the soft giggles, the flowers, the touch. His life had been shattered into a million of pieces, the sharp edges of those cutting his skin, blood streaming down in thick, dark waves, his will to live literally drained out of him, the walls of each room falling down on him, crushing him, suffocating him as he tried to catch fresh air for breathing, his lungs burning, his emotions on the run, finally free from their captivity.
He had lost the war against them, their victory like a thunder, loud, booming, merciless, soon enough making him a prisoner of themselves, everything around him crumbling underneath his touch the more he had tried to fight against it, the soft giggles now only a whisper, the thought of forgetting their sound frightening him, the flowery smell long gone, he hadn't found something even remotely close to it anywhere else, the touch now only a memory, a fantasy, and the control had slipped through his shaking hands.
The loss of control had been what had saved him, ironically.
He had built up his new world from garbage and dust, setting an unyielding foundation strong enough to endure another vicious attack like that, building up trust in himself and in others, remedying his mistakes and failures, winning the hearts of people around him, their love needed even if he never showed his own feelings, a promise to himself on his lips.
I am never going to lose control again.
His chest tightened, his heart skipping beats, as he thought of losing control again, something that would free his traitorous heart, the thought frightening him like nothing else before, his control the only piece of wood he had to hold onto in a dangerous, deep and merciless ocean which's waves were tugging at his body to drown him underneath the salty sea, a brunette siren with eyes deeper than any existing sea tugging at his legs as he tried to swim away desperately, the salt burning his lungs as he gulped water and the mad laughter of his beautiful killer scratching his sensitive ears.
It wasn't a feeling he particularly enjoyed, shaking his head with a reassuring mantra in his head, you have control, you have control, you have control.
Christian was a master of suppressing anything close to emotions, the embarrassing outburst in the restrooms only a onetime slip, nothing that would happen again, but emotions were a dangerous thing, especially the ones caused by the stupid selfies of some equally stupid girl, her words taunting, her actions daring, her weird humor obviously finding entertainment in torturing him as if he was her little play toy to do as she pleased.
Foolish. As always.
She should know that I set the rules.
"Is everything alright?" Elena asked with a worried voice when he returned to their table, throwing his jacket over the back of his chair, the phone in his pocket tugging at the chains around his heart. She didn't miss the shadow in his eyes, surprisingly observant, something he noted with contentment, having not expected her to have any valuable qualities, but not enjoying her reading him nonetheless.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Christian asked with one cocked brow, a displeased line plastered on his lips as she squirmed underneath his eyes, once again feeling stupid and brazen.
"Ah, no, I was just worried because you kept your time, you know." She giggled softly, nervously playing with one strand of hair, her hopes that making jokes would melt his frosty stare crushing as soon as he opened his pinched lips with a scolding tone.
"I got an important phone call, if you really have to know. Something about work and I certainly couldn't miss it. Or did you expect me to inform you about my plans first?" He snapped, elegant as he sat down, making her wonder how his voice could be full of venom while his moves were graceful.
"That's not what I meant." Elena hushed, her heart tightening painfully as she feared having hurt him, offended him even, enough for him to run away once again, this time no phone call coming from him after three months. She knew if she lost him tonight, she wasn't going to see him again, deciding to make it count by gathering every bit of bravery she had from the depths of her soul.
"I was just worried. I thought, maybe, you had left again and I am really enjoying tonight, so..."
"We already have established that, whatever this is, it's nice, haven't we? If I had wanted to go, I would certainly not run away like a coward. Trust me, you would know if I had lost interest in you."
It felt like a slap across her pale face, the charming and flirting of earlier gone, the honesty, brutal in its way, that she had found so fascinating on the first night they had met, now showing its ugly side when it was directed toward her.
She tried to wet her dry throat with a sip of her drink, her confidence shrinking to the size of a bean, something he ignored even though it was visible on her face. He blandly munched on a nacho dripping with cheese sauce, his gray eyes staring a hole into hers as he shamelessly didn't look away, the heat rising to Elena's face as she felt uncomfortable underneath the stare she otherwise would have appreciated so much, the way he chewed not annoying, she would even dare to say that his jaw movement was somewhat fascinating, cursing herself for being in awe with a jaw, but Christian Grey was a supernatural force, you couldn't just stop admiring every aspect of him, even if you had made you feel like shit seconds ago.
She wondered where her pride was, she certainly shouldn't allow her date to be impolite toward her, especially while she was trying hard not to piss him off, going far enough to apple-polish at any given opportunity, she should demand the respect she deserved, tell him to fuck off and strut away with her chin high, her heart broken maybe, but her dignity intact. She should have done all of that, she knew it, he knew it, and she was sure that anybody listening to their conversation knew it, too, but yet she stayed put, like the desperate failure that she was, something that made her more and more disgusting the longer he looked at her.
Christian's insides were twitching and turning as he allowed himself to feel the obvious disappointment rising in him, something Elena's inability to stand up to him caused, he wondered if she would ever be brave enough to show backbone in her life, not just toward him, toward everyone who treated her like shit or if she had ever been brave enough to face her real monsters, the ones which had actually caused her incompetency to defend herself against any injustice, and, knowing a little about monsters himself, he was sure that she only could break free of the prison she was idiotically living in when and if she decided to stand up to the one person she could call her monster.
We all had monsters in our lives, some undisguised, blunt and brave, some like a wolf in sheep clothes.
Elena was a pathetic excuse of a human being, God knew why he had even bothered giving her more time than she actually deserved.
"I wonder if you will ever learn." Christian muttered, jaw clenched as he leaned back in his seat, one elbow rested on the arm of his chair, the tip of his index finger steadily brushing over the nail of his thumb.
"If I will ever learn what?" She asked with a nervous giggle, the hairs on her neck standing on end as a shiver run through her spine, her instincts sensing that she had to run, run, run, run.
He was a hunter, she was his prey.
"I was just wondering." Christian said, chuckling coolly, a headshake following as he couldn't stop pitying her. "I was just wondering if you will ever learn that people won't automatically love you more when you endure their disrespect. They will just take your submissive obedience for granted for as long as they are willing, and able to since you cost people a lot of patience, to endure your penetrant stench of desperation."
Watching Elena's eyes widen as she was shocked with his sudden mood swing, his harsh words cutting open a series of wounds she had tried to heal herself with a new layer of false dreams and hopes, lies she secretly told herself in the safety of her mind, her soul, watching her struggle to find something to say in return, not that he had expected her to counterattack, it was balm for his troubled soul.
She needed to be told all of this and nobody would ever be as honest as he was, he was doing her a favor by waking her up from the illusion she was living in, the illusion of a self she never would be, it wasn't too late now.
"I know, I know, life surely wasn't easy for you." Christian said with a tilted head, her silence appreciated since he doubted she had anything remotely interesting to say, her lips only good for one thing only. "I suspect you have an older sibling? Probably a sister since you don't seem to be comfortable around men which indicates that you either didn't have a lot in the family or you were just a social outsider in your adolescence which eventually lead to you being afraid of the opposite sex, but I remember your flirting with me on that unfortunate night we met, you were feigning confidence which ironically requires confidence, so I will stick to my first assumption and say that you probably have an older sister who was your biggest competition."
She was an open and easy book to read, nothing he would brag with since he had solved mysteries bigger than her, himself included, but for the moment, for the moment in which his phone buzzed in his pocket, teasing and taunting him with the memory what he had seen, what he had felt, for this moment it was more than enough to know that at least something wasn't out of control in his life.
"A big sister, yes, that sounds right. I assume she is either academically successful or career wise, always has been even which lead to your parents being immensely proud of her and which also lead to you having problems with following your sister's footsteps, but your parents had the same high expectation of you, so I assume they were disappointed when you weren't able to deliver. You being you, submissive as always and desperate for love and appreciation, you tried everything to please your parents, enduring their disrespect towards your person while unyieldingly trying to do everything exactly the way they wanted it, hoping that this way they would show you the respect you deserved, the love you needed, but I guess your parents had their own pile of problems to deal with, so they never truly gave you what you wanted. I hope for your sake that you have stopped trying to please them, I hope you aren't that desperate, but there is a truth about how we were raised, how we grew up. Our behaviors of the past, taught by our parents or learned by ourselves through human interactions or the lack of those, they stick like glue, they become traditions, traditions of our own mind which is why, Elena, you are desperately trying to please your partners even if they don't give a single fuck about you."
The people sitting closest to them had by now heard a few lines of Christian's harsh monologue, frowns sitting on their faces as they wondered why Elena wasn't slapping him left and right, the girl unable to move, her muscles frozen as his words were heating her insides up, anger slowly bubbling.
Slowly, calculated just like everything he did in his life, he reached for yet another nacho, the crunch loud and penetrating the silence in between them, his insides storming with the small victory he got, something he would be ashamed of later surely, but for now it was fucking bliss on earth.
"I mean, you are sitting here, letting me tell you that you are basically a textbook example of Daddy Issues. No wonder you let me fuck you like a cheap whore on the first night we met."
It happened so fast, she wasn't sure what was faster, the pace of the words leaving his mouth or the way her hand reached for her drink in a moment in which anger got the worst out of her, the pink of her drink now coloring his shirt and his face, the atmosphere around them growing silent as all eyes were on them.
"I guess I deserved that." Christian chuckled, trying to free his face of the sticky mess with a napkin, disgusted with the way how dirty his shirt looked now. "But remember, impulsive reactions are the outcome of facing the truth."
"You are an asshole." Elena whispered, disgusted with him and even more herself since she had allowed him to treat her like this, wondering if there was something alive, something human in his soul.
"We know how much you love those. Tab, please." He waved a nervous looking waiter over while Elena already got up, buttoning her jacket frantically as she felt how treacherous tears tried to squeeze their way out of her eyes, the last thing she needed was to cry in front of him. It was bad enough that he seemed unbothered with what happened, all eyes on them, the humiliation cutting deep into her already scarred ego, former cuts bleeding again, everything she had desperately tried to suffocate within herself coming back to live just because he had mentioned them, God knew how he had figured her out, it was too scary to be true.
She wanted to leave, make him pay for the shitty dinner they had as a pathetic excuse of revenge, unaware that he never would have let her pay anyway, being the sexist bastard that he was who thought of letting a woman pay for his meal as a disgrace, she didn't him to regret what had happened, she wanted to forgot, everyone to forget what had happened, hiding in the safety of her home to delete the memory of tonight.
It was funny how she had known that everything about him was too good to be true when they first met, even funnier how she ignored that suspicion because she had hoped for him to be true.
She was desperate and pathetic, running after things she knew that never would or could be what she wanted, yet still hoping to be loved, respected and appreciated, hoping to be worthy, just like she had done with her father for many years, never having the backbone to tell him to fuck off because he had been her father, the one person she loved most, wanting to be loved by him the same way, yet her accomplishments never enough for him to be proud of her. He should have loved her just because she was his daughter, no matter what job she had or how high her salary was, and, what was more important, she should have told him all of that, but she never had the nerve to do it because she had feared of losing him more that way.
She wasn't afraid of losing Christian Grey, though. He had never belonged to her, anyway.
It was Elena's time to bare teeth.
Resting her hands on the wet table between them, she prayed to any God there was as she stared into his eyes, surprise written on his face as he realized that she wasn't running away crying like he had expected her to do.
"You know what, Christian? You aren't as mysterious as you think." Elena pushed out through clenched teeth, watching him smile arrogantly.
"And you really think you have figured me out?" He asked with a pitiful head shake, curious in which way she would embarrass herself now.
"Oh, yes. You are just as human as the rest of us. We were having a good night, something you only pretended for whatever reasons that sick mind of you came up with, but you played your role good, I will give you that. Things were more than nice, we were talking and having fun, no matter how fake it was on your part, but you never slipped, you already proved that you have figured me out, so you told me whatever I wanted to hear. I don't know what your motives were and, to be honest, at this point they don't matter, anyway, but what matters is how your mood changed. It wasn't something I said because the point in which your mood seemed to be ruined was when you got that text, the one you claimed to be a prank, and I assume that phone call you said you had gotten from work when you were at the restrooms was also another tasteless prank which rained on your parade. Or wait, you are a professional, I remember you bragging about your performance at work, so I doubt that you would anything get out of control. Maybe it's your private life, maybe it's a woman. You came back to the table as a totally different man, obviously hurt with whatever you had heard or seen, and then, like any other mundane peasant which is how you seem to regard anyone else beside you, you were petty and low enough to take out your anger on me. You were hurt, so you tried to hurt me, too. That's quite... pathetic."
Christian only now noticed that the shade of her green eyes was venomous, a mixture of brown tones in them, too, making her stare look muddy, wondering how he had bared to look at her for more than ten seconds without the need to puke.
The cocky grin on her face was caused by his silence.
"You good-for-nothing piece of shit." He said slowly, the impassiveness of his expression hiding the storm inside him, the urge to grab her pale throat tightly, squeezing every wimpy breath right out of her as her eyes bugged, skin flushing, nails trying to scar his hands to free herself from his grip as he laughed, laughed at her desperation, her defenselessness, her end, as there was no mercy for the weak. If you couldn't defend yourself, if you couldn't use your true potential, you didn't deserve mercy when those who could ravished you.
"Insults are impulsive reactions, too, right? I guess, I must have hit too close to home."
Home.
It was one of those things he had never fully understood.
Not that his family hadn't given him a warm place where he felt safe and confident, not that they hadn't given their best when he was at his worst, picking up the pieces someone had left behind of him and gluing him together piece by fucking piece, always patient and always supportive like fucking saints, a trait he certainly hadn't inherited but still appreciated, knowing that he wouldn't be who he was now without the support of his mother and father.
But was home really that? Love and support from people who naturally had to give you those things – which they always didn't, Elena being a good example of that -, who didn't expect anything in return, was that home?
For Christian, a man of logic, home was a place where he slept at nights and where he had a line of fresh shirts waiting for him to change into, the one he was wearing now carrying the memories of Elena's one-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be brave toward him out of all the people.
Naturally, their goodbye hadn't been pleasant, in fact she had made sure to call him an asshole yet another time before she strutted away with the remains of her pride kept safe and holy, from now on the most important thing in her life, thanks to the lesson Christian Grey had given her. He couldn't stop admiring himself for making the poor girl finally see the truth, she was weak as long as she let people treat her that way, and while he regretted asking her out now, at least he knew that they both had learned something important from tonight.
He now knew that even pretending to be interested in mundane human beings like Elena Lincoln was the most painful torture on earth. Well, second.
As he wandered through the busy streets of the city, skipping the luxury of getting a cab for a walk in the fresh night air instead, he wondered if he would ever have to endure anything like what had happened so many years ago when he had been wet behind the ears, unaware of the true power within himself and other people back then, falling for the first girl smiling at him, unaware that her smiles were deadly, unaware that he was falling in love with his killer and unaware that his love wasn't going to stop her from pulling the trigger.
She had taken, taken and taken whatever he had offered, merciless yet bewitching, all of his senses, his thoughts and his damned feelings bound to her, she was the magnet pulling him each and every time and he was an inanimate object, too empty to have a self and, what was worse, too willing to be bothered.
He had fallen, hard and fast, his life crumbling around him while he only had eyes for her, his one and only love, the woman who kept him going, everyone else worried about him, his parents trying to free him from her claws, but it had been fruitless, he had been far too deep, too far to realize that the one person he called his will to live was the one killing him.
Killing him with her self-destruction, with her selfishness, her intensity, her lack of social norms, pulling him deep into the pits of hell where she was swirling around the air like a toxic mist, invading his every pore without him able to defend himself as he took breath after breath of the deadly substance, a whirlpool of highs and downs keeping him confused as he searched for a way out, only to barricade himself more because leaving was not an option, unlike being left.
When she vanished, it felt like somebody unplugged his rusty wire to life, the one that she had made sure to damage at any given opportunity before she left, so when she was gone, it had only been more difficult to pull himself together, his addiction only then intensifying because the heart wanted what it couldn't get, that was the truth about humans.
His parents had put him back together, their support and love appreciated very much since he didn't have strength himself back then, but now, years after what he called his own hell, he had built a life for himself, a life in which he pulled all the strings, mastering the art of pretending enough to fool everyone around him and himself, a calm and controlled bliss which had no room for intruders like tonight's events.
The phone in his pocket was burning him through the fabrics of his jacket and his dirty shirt, begging for attention, begging to risk another look, to see the tasteless picture which had awakened so many ugly feelings inside him, feelings he had skillfully suppressed so far, but just like any other time she decided to come back and fuck him up, something she did over and over again just to mess with him maybe or maybe because she was as addicted as he was, who knew for sure with her, just like any of these times, he had let out the monster just because she had wanted him to do.
Christian hated Anastasia Steele for bringing out the worst in him, while loving her for being able to do that at all.
It was a tiresome push and pull, a game they played without knowing if they would ever win, ready to lose, yet too proud to lose, usually him being the one stepping back as soon as things got too intense, something she begrudgingly accepted, only to return months after with yet another destructive attack, this time it being her sucking another man's cock, knowing well that he would go insane with that knowledge, being the possessive bastard that he was.
She was his, his, and his only, for fuck's sake.
He wasn't surprised that she had known when exactly to send the picture, probably having hacked his iCloud a long time ago, reading all his messages and appointment entries, something that she could do with both eyes closed, her intelligence something he had always admired about her, it was no wonder that she had sent the pic, knowing well that he was sitting across another woman, something that had made her crawl up walls most definitely, her inner fire always breaking out when she was triggered. He had stopped protecting himself and his devices from her cyber-attacks a long time ago, in a way craving her interventions, but never confessing that to himself since it was yet another aspect of his life in which she took over control, emasculating him over and over again.
Christian was done with that, though. He had promised himself not to be pulled by her again, he would deal with his demons inside his head first before he could face the ones outside, the ones he couldn't tell to shut up or ignore because this particular demon, the one who had the power to kill him and bring him back to live at the same time, this one was persistent, annoying even, yet oh so welcome.
"Argggh!" He let out in the middle of the street, white shirt with red spots of Elena's drink, a flushed face with his veins pulsing in his neck, passerby's looking at him like he was crazy, their looks insulting, the suppressed cocktail of emotions set free in his voice.
You have control. You have control. You have control.
Fuck control!
His hands were shaking nervously as he picked up his phone, finding her latest texts, the insulting selfie deliberately ignored because he didn't need yet another punch into his core.
Do you miss me?
- A
I miss your dick.
- A
Do you like the picture?
- A
Fuck me. Use me. Love me.
- A
I'm prettier than her.
- A
She can't suck your cock like I do anyway. Come to me.
- A
I miss you. Don't you miss me?
- A
I love you.
- A
She was begging for it anyway, he told himself as he rushed home to change his clothes, not wanting to go to her with his clothes still smelling of Elena, one and only promise inside his head repeated over and over again, you will leave, you will leave, you will leave.
He could allow himself one night, one night only in which he could get his dose and leave before he took the golden shot, he would go on with life as if nothing had happened tomorrow morning, his mind free of whatever chaos Ana would try to feed him, the only thing he wanted to eat being her pussy, anyway.
Freshly dressed and sure of himself and his control, he made his way to where his heart was being pulled to, impatient and nervous, yet hungry for whatever she had to give him, one night free of restraints wasn't going to kill him, he would be his old self tomorrow morning, but tonight he was allowed to let go of whatever was holding him back, yes, yes, yes, that sounded reasonable.
He had her address memorized by heart, his stupid heart, and even though he knew what kind of shitty part of town she lived in, he couldn't stop frowning with disgust each time he sat a foot here. The area was buzzing with drug deals, mob wars and crimes, the penetrant smell of sweat never leaving the streets, his attire making him stick out like a sore thumb, even the taxi driver asking him twice if he was sure they were in the right neighborhood, an unnecessary concern since he knew how to protect himself from some poor schmuck daring to attack him, but not from his own heart.
The building was shabby, dark, brick walls with crooked windows, some of them broken, the lamp over the entrance buzzing as it showered the young man sitting on the front steps with its light, smoke swirling around the air as he took a drag of his joint. Christian grimaced as he smelled the obvious scent of weed, shaking his head.
He wondered how she could live in a place like this, under normal circumstances his body wouldn't even be found dead in a place like this, but his heart was a fool just as big as his mind, both fools ultimately making him drive to this part of the city.
His brows furrowed when he couldn't find her name on the intercom, cursing as he looked desperately.
"Do you have a dollar for me, man?" The young man, whom he had ignored until now just because he had no time to deal with anyone else than Ana right now, asked with his oily hair sticking to his face, his lips dry as he looked at Christian with glazed eyes.
"If you give me a dollar, I will help you find what you are looking for." He proposed eagerly when he noticed Christian's desperate tries to find the name he was looking for on the small rectangle pieces of plastic listed from top to bottom.
A sigh left Christian's lips as he fumed silently, cursing her for bringing him into this situation.
"Come on, mate. Just one dollar. Help a fella out." The young man insisted, holding out a hand as if he was expecting Christian to hand over some cash immediately.
Fed up with everything he had gone through tonight, Elena, Anastasia, himself and his damned emotions, especially those since they were unwelcome visitors in his otherwise calm and free mind and soul, fed up with the torture they were going through each and every time like two addicts falling for their drug of preference over and over again, Christian let his control slip away for one tiny moment.
With one hand tightly grabbing that poor excuse of human being's collar, he lifted him easily up, hardly pushing him against the wall of the building so that the poor schmuck hit his head against the tiled wall, not even grimacing mostly because he was too high to feel any kind of pain right now, yet looking frightened just before Christian's fist smashed against his face, again and again, blood streaming out of his nose, his cry weak as he suddenly found the energy to try to free himself, a fruitless thing to do since Christian wasn't letting go, not before he had gotten what he had wanted, the only thing bothering him about this situation being how blood was spotting his shirt.
He always forgot how good it felt to let go, just to let the monster free from deep inside him, but each time it was free, he also forgot how much better it was if said monster was locked up.
Regardless, he enjoyed every second of the now.
"Listen to me, you little shit." Christian chuckled, burning from inside out, feeling more alive than before, the idiot in his hands whimpering as he pressed his bruised face into the hard wall. "I sure as hell won't spend any of my precious dollars on your drug addiction. You know why? I work very hard to earn them, I doubt you know what that means, but let me tell you this, I have no intention of helping a fella out. Understand?"
The boy nod, afraid to speak out loud, the pain waving through his body.
"Good. Now tell me where Anastasia is. I know she lives here, but her name isn't on the intercom anymore." Christian asked, banging the boys head against the wall again, blood spluttering over the white of his shirt again when asshole had the nerve to cough.
"Do you mean Annie? Crazy Annie from 3B?" The boy mumbled, Christian's hands on his neck making it hard to breath. "She... she lives here, but the place is on her friend's name now."
When Christian let go off him, his body crashed against the floor like a pile of garbage, every spot of his face hurting thanks to the punches he had endured and, what was worse, he had lost his joint in the process.
Christian wasn't bothered about that asshole anymore, he had gotten what he had wanted, ringing the doorbell he always used, now carrying the name José Rodriguez on it, something he noted with a frown since he didn't particularly enjoy her living with a man, silently buzzed in. She was probably expecting him already, always so sure of herself, on her effect on him.
Christian's heart beat fast in his chest, something he hadn't felt in a really long time, the last time lying sometime in December shortly before Christmas, his palms sweaty with the new rush of emotions inside him as he slowly took the stairs leading him to the third floor, the elevator as always out of order, something his usual self noted with distaste, wondering if people never took care of their belongings, but now was not the time for that, he knew. He had something more important ahead of himself, his drug and dealer, his killer and reason to live, his Ana, Ana, Anastasia.
Just like he had expected, she was already waiting for him, her door wide open just like his mind for tonight, the breathless feeling she caused spreading inside him as he took his last steps toward her.
"Hey, baby." Ana squealed loudly, her eyes glistening with the madness hidden underneath them as a wide grin spread on her flushed cheeks, her excitement making her jump up and down. Her body was clad in what looked like one of his shirts, making him wonder when she had taken it without him noticing, the formerly expensive looking fabric now ripped at some parts and tainted with spots which made him grimace in disgust. Long legs were naked underneath, long enough for her to hook them around his hips as he fucked her hard, harder and harder as she begged him to fuck her, take her and kill her with the orgasms he gave her over and over again, her screams and pleas driving him mad, his hips bucking uncontrollably as his balls heaved, desperate to come, her desire fitting his, her kink completing his.
She was a vision, an endless fantasy, a dream you never wake up from, a beginning and an end at the same time as she gave you new air to breath just as much as she suffocated you, she was what you wanted to have but never wanted to be, you craved for her on the sleepless nights she caused while every nerve of your body buzzed and burned with every emotion and reaction she set ablaze, sometimes intentionally just because she loved to fuck with your mind.
She was a nightmare, something you couldn't escape even if you tried to, capturing your body and mind, making you a slave of herself, everything losing meaning as soon as you were wrapped in her silver cocoon of madness, your body numb, your mind clouded, robbing you off your self-control mercilessly.
"You fucking bitch." Christian snarled loudly, his hand slapping her cheek hardly as his body trembled with anger, his control too lost to give another fuck, her only reaction laughter as she stumbled backward inside her apartment. He closed the door behind them with a bang, watching her with squeezed eyes as he slowly took of his jacket, carefully placing it on a crooked chair which was one of the few furniture items she owned.
"I missed you, too, baby." Ana giggled, suddenly throwing herself against his body with her arms tight around his neck, her brown hair ticking his nose. It smelled fresh, her shampoo sweet and fruity. Christian grabbed her hair fiercely, making her yelp as he tugged at it, her blue eyes showing no fear as she looked at him with her head thrown back, her arms on her side now. He grimaced when he noticed the disobedience in her blue irises, his free hand reaching for her chin which he grasped tightly, her lips pouty, begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten and fucked. His cock ached to feel the softness of her skin, her mouth wet and tight around him as she slurped and gagged.
His brows furrowed as he remembered the distasteful selfie she had send him, the mouth he loved to fuck so much wrapped around another man's dick. Christian's fingernails dig into her skin as his eyes darkened with jealousy, a hiss leaving her mouth as she felt like he was going to rip open her flesh.
"Bleach." He whispered, impassive once again, making her raise one of her brows.
"Next time your lips touch another man's cock, I will wash out your mouth with bleach."
With flared nostrils and madness inside her blue irises, she dared to place her hand on his chest where his heart beat underneath.
"And the next time you go on a date with another woman, I will cut out your heart and keep it to myself in a pretty jar." Her voice was sardonic, her smile sweet as she looked up at him, her lashes long.
He snorted, amused by the way she thought she had any kind of power over him, not surprised that she knew about his date of tonight, having had that assumption since he had seen the tasteless selfie she had foolishly sent him. She was always watching.
"I have no heart."
"Want me to prove you wrong?" She asked, her finger digging into his chest in circular motions, her bottom lip captured between her teeth. "I bet I could claw it out with my bare hands and a pair of scissors."
She winced in pain when he scuffed her jaw with his fingernails, the pain pulsing through her veins to the very core of her body, even though she squinted her eyes at him.
She wondered if he would make her bleed tonight.
-To be continued-
Woah. These two are intense.
I was asked if this was a HEA story and I will tell you this that I will give my characters what I think they deserve, so be patient, but if you are like not able to bare the thought of not knowing, then hit me with a PM and I will answer your questions.
Thanks for the love and patience, hopefully it won't take as long for next time. Only one more to go.
Melii xoxo
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