Author's Note: Thank you so much for the awesome reviews so far! I love reading them and fully appreciate the feedback! I am going to make it a point to update daily as best as I can! As for this chapter I am obligated to let you know that there is some serious mature content on here so read at your own risk, I know it's a little short but I was really anxious to finish the story so I moved the plot along a lot. Also this just so happens to be how my original chapter ended in the program I'm using! Super long! Read, review and enjoy!
He came over to my side of the car and opened the door for me, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the only door without a number, the one right beside mine that I hadn't noticed before. But this one had a triangle with a top hat like the one Bill normally wore where the number would be, the peep hole looking almost like an eye in the center of the golden little triangle. "This is where I live so if you have any problems with anything I'm just a knock away." He held my hand and opened the door with his other one, seemingly without a key of any kind unless it was unlocked.
"Please, do come in. Make yourself at home." He guided me into the entrance where I was met with dark beautiful hardwood floors, sandy golden walls with black and gold wall sconces. The room lit up with the same strange slightly bluish light that was in my room as he turned on the lights. The entryway opened up to a large living room that had the same hardwood throughout, several black and gold pieces of furniture, a golden rug here, a black and gold one there.
A large plasma screen television graced one wall with several pictures of the Egyptian pyramids on either side. There were also several pyramid shaped objects strewn throughout the room. Turning to my right there was a decent sized kitchen with all modern hardware as well as the first splash of a different color other than gold, stainless steel appliances, all the latest in cooking essentials, black granite with flecks of gold in it on the counter tops, cabinetry that matched the dark floors with gold triangular pulls on all the doors. "You sure enjoy the black and gold scheme don't you? And apparently triangles."
Beside me Bill gave a soft laugh and guided me deeper into the living room. "How does Chinese sound? I've been craving some Chinese." I nodded and sat down on the couch at his gentle touch, watching as his long body gracefully seated itself beside me, lengthy legs crossed at the knee, one arm reached out behind her on the back of the couch.
"Would you like something to drink? I've got some wine?" He lifted a suggestive brow towards me and I shook my head. "I'm not of age and if I remember correctly neither are you!" Bill leaned in close to me. "Oh come on darling dear. Neither of us are going to get into trouble. We don't have any parents around to tell us no. Besides, one glass wouldn't hurt now would it? I promise to get you home safe and sound next door." I thought about it for a moment. He was right. It wasn't like I had parents, legally I was pretty much able to do just about anything I wanted since I was no longer in the foster system and I was not under anyone's authority anymore. Also I did have a room right next door so I wasn't going to be driving anywhere at all. And one glass wasn't going to get me intoxicated.
"Sure. I guess one glass couldn't hurt." Bill smirked and moved away from me to head into the kitchen, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of red wine from his chiller in the fridge. "There you go. You earned this. You traveled all the way out here, met with your long lost relatives and told me to my face that I was one good looking guy. So a toast. To you Mira Pines." He poured out the wine expertly into the glasses and raised them in a toast to her.
With a clink of glass I raised my glass to my lips and took my first sip, and boy was it delicious. "Is this what alcohol tastes like? This is so smooth and yummy!" Bill smiled and took a sip from his glass, sitting close to her on the couch, our bodies almost touching. "I take it this is your first drink? Not all alcohol tastes like this. This is the good stuff." He took another sip at the same time I did, his one eye watching my movements carefully.
"Well I like it. Thank you again for being so gracious. You've been pretty awesome about helping me feel welcomed today." I relaxed into the comfortable couch and gazed into my glass of red liquid with a soft smile on my face. "Glad to be of service." I took off my flats only to hesitate and attempt to put them back to no avail. "You've got twelve toes?" Bill said as he took another sip. "Yeah. It's a genetic thing. My grandfather had twelve fingers." I did a second attempt to put them away but Bill kicked my shoes out of reach.
"That's pretty cool. Makes you unique. Special. I like that." He stood suddenly at a knock on the door which made me jump slightly in response. "Chinese." He stated simply as he went to the front door, leaving me to sip my wine for a couple minutes even though I don't remember him ever ordering the food.
When he came back he motioned for me to sit on the floor across from him at his coffee table which was glass and roughly resembled a triangle in a way. I sat and made myself comfortable on the golden rug underneath, watching as he set out the food in front of me and himself carefully. For the first time I watched him take his black gloves off, as well as the golden cloak, revealing the pristine white short sleeved button up underneath as well as a black bow tie that I hadn't noticed before. He proceeded to remove the bow tie and place it next to him where his cloak and gloves lay before glancing up at me with a strange look I couldn't decipher.
"Dig in. This stuff is delicious." We ate in relative silence, each of us focusing on our wine and dinner. I looked up when I was done and watched as he wiped his mouth, stood and waved his hand in front of the wall, a second later music came through invisible speakers. The song lyrics from a song I recognized as being called Just Gold, it was kind of a robotic carnival rock song came through.
"Dance with me." I looked up at the exposed long fingered hand, placed my hand in his and felt my body move of its own accord, moving closer to his embrace. I felt as though I was watching our dancing from somewhere outside my own body. We moved quickly through the steps, Bill leading me through each segment as if I was a puppet on strings, bending to his will. His eye was hooded, staring deep into my soul as we danced. He turned me so my back was pressed tightly against his chest, long fingers trailed down my arms, grazing my sides, down to my hips as his face moved next to mine from behind. I could feel his warm breath graze across my skin on my neck.
"You may say that I'm breaking your mind. In my opinion you're much too kind." He whispered in time to the music. "You are the main attraction, your story must be told, you are a chain reaction that never gets old." I could feel my body giving into him as the song ended and turned into a song called Trust me, it was from a musical called the devil's carnival. The song was dark and slower, more seductive sounding. I could feel his lips mouthing the words, trust me, over and over again on my neck along with the lyrics.
My eyes closed of their own accord at the fluttering touch, his hands roaming over my sides. Suddenly he turned me to face him, our bodies pressed so close to one another that there wasn't any room for air between us. Bill rested one of his hands on the small of my back while the other splayed his fingers across my cheek, thumb running over my lips. I was entranced, mesmerized by Bill.
"Trust me," he whispered, removed his thumb, his lips pressed gently over mine. I didn't move at first but then I relaxed, giving in to the kiss, my hands resting lightly on his chest as the music played in the distance. I felt his hand move from my cheek to tangle in the nape of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss as his tongue begged entrance.
I relinquished all control to him. Bill kissed me with a sense of hunger that I didn't quite understand but still relished in it as I kissed him back. The kiss seemed to last a hundred years as he took control of my body, moving us to the couch, my back making contact with the cushions, the kiss never breaking as Bill moved atop me, one hand at my hip, the other intertwining our fingers together above my head. I felt my heart about ready to burst right out of my chest as Bill's fingers graze the skin of my stomach, my legs on either side of his body.
Finally he broke the kiss, his lips leaving a trail of sensual kisses from my chin, down my neck as I let out a soft gasp, my body arching to keep as much contact with his as possible. His fingers moved under my shirt, exploring my skin over my stomach and upwards, moving around to my back, drawing me nearer to him. "Bill." I whispered with a hint of a moan without thinking, instantly making my cheeks flush with embarrassment. My skin felt as if it was on fire, burning just under the surface and Bill was the cool water that would sate the flames. "Mira. My mirror. My poison." He whispered against my skin, a grin on his lips. I wasn't sure what he meant but I didn't care I just wanted more.
Bill grabbed one of my hands and moved it to his shirt. "Unbutton it." He commanded and I obeyed. Shakily, clumsily I did as I was told, while he proceeded to kiss, suckle and nibble on my neck, distracting me as I attempted to finish unbuttoning his white shirt. Finally his chest was free, and my fingers greedily explored the finely sculpted skin. He was more muscular than I thought he would have been given how thin he was but I was pleasantly surprised by the Adonis like chest.
"Do you want more Mira?" Bill moved, hitching my leg over his hip, my stomach exposed and pressed against his, our breathing was heavy and I wanted more. I needed more. "Yes." I breathed as Bill pressed his lips to mine again, persistent and hungry. "Oh Mira, my poison, you'll be the end of me at this rate." He whispered as he lifted me to sitting on his lap, his hands lifting my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. I watched him shoulder his way out of his shirt, his lips exploring every inch of my exposed skin while his hands ran the length of my back, fingertips toying with the clips of my bra.
"Mira. Please be mine." Bill pulled my face to his kissing me deeply so much so that it made my head spin. He pulled away and pressed our foreheads together, his eye looking deeply into mine, full of heat and passion and wanting. "I don't know. We only met today. I'm not saying no but." He cut me off with another head spinning kiss, forceful and starving. "Then I'll ask every day until you say yes." I was about to protest but he silenced me with another kiss, a swift flick of his wrist and my straps were undone, my chest fully exposed to his roaming lips and hands. Without breaking contact Bill lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist easily, standing all at once and walking out of the living room towards a darkened hallway.
Halfway down he paused and pressed me tight against the wall, our bare chests tight against one another. "You are the most delectable toxin." He murmured as he pressed our groins together, tantalizing me and sending chills up my spine. I could feel his shaft yearning for release against my core. "None have ever been allowed into my inner sanctum. You will be the first and the last my delicious venom." I groaned as he moved against my core, causing a wonderful sensation. I heard a door open and I was bathed in a soft blue light, catching glimpses of the room as Bill lay me down on his silky black sheets. It was darker and there were more blues with only small glints of gold accents.
I lay on my back as Bill left a trail of hungry kisses down my chest, over my stomach and just above my pant line where he made short work of undoing my jeans, slowly pulling them along with my underwear down over my knees, my ankles until a soft thump of cloth landing on the floor and a soft sigh of appreciation coming from Bill's lips. A second later I heard a second thump of cloth, the music from the living room still able to be heard in his bedroom. He ran his fingers along the inside of my legs, his body moving along with them as they moved up and over my thighs. I gasped, eyes shooting open as I felt a lick grace my exposed core. A soft chuckle came from between my legs as another lick elicited a moan from my lips. He was slow, but left nothing untouched as I writhed under his ruthless tongue making me pant and moan, back arching and my chest heaving.
"Bill!" I moaned loudly as a spring that had been coiling in my loins suddenly released. He took a long lick before wiping the edge of his mouth, crawling on top of my shaking body, grabbing my hands and holding them over my head as he positioned himself over my entrance. I let out a moan as he slid inside of me, stretching and filling me up as far as he could. I could feel the base of what felt like a condom which somewhere inside my mind caused me more relief. "Mira, my poison, you are my destruction." He mumbled softly as he started to move inside of me, a soft groan of pleasure escaping his lips, my own lips moaning as he thrust within.
We moved in perfect synchronization with one another, writhing and thrusting together in a haze of ecstasy that I had never known before. Bill caressed me, held me, and grasped at me as though I was his lifeline, much like he was mine it seemed. We tossed, turned, but never once let go of one another, not even air could get between us.
Finally Bill lifted us to sitting position, my legs straddling him and my arms wrapped around his neck while his long fingers held tightly to my lower back. I could feel the spring in my core tightening, preparing to release the tension, my moans turned to gasps of me calling Bill's name over and over again. I glanced down through my lashes at Bill who I could tell was nearing his own climax as he tightened his grip around me with one hand wrapped around my waist, the other grabbing my chin and pulling our faces together.
"You are my destruction Mira. You are mine." He spoke possessively, thrusting deep into my center causing me to cry out loudly as he released the coil in that final thrust, a flash of gold caught my eye as it seemed to reflect out of his eye just before he closed it and released himself into me. He kissed me deeply and slowly lay us down on the sheets once more, still inside of me as we came down from our high together.
Finally he removed himself from me, leaving me feeling almost empty until he pulled me to him again tightly with a satisfied sigh on his lips. We stayed there like that for what felt like an eternity, just listening to one another breathe, the racing hearts that slowly calmed down to a normal rhythm brought us back down from our high to rest comfortably on his silky black sheets.
"We should do dinner every night." Bill chuckled and kissed the top of my head gently. "I agree. Hey Bill?" I moved so that I could look him in the eye. "Why do you keep saying that I'm you're destruction? Or calling me your poison? What does that mean?" Bill rolled over on his back with a soft sigh as I sat up, leaning on one elbow watching him. "Ever since I saw you step off that bus and walk into the diner I just couldn't get you out of my system like a poison. You consume me." I blushed slightly as he reached up and brushed some of my hair back behind my ear. "I've never met someone who could make me burn like you've made me burn on the inside." He sat up and looked at me with a grin. "You're the only one who has ever made it in here. Actually you're my first." I looked at him with shock. "Wait. What? You're a virgin?" Bill leaned in and kissed my nose.
"Not anymore I'm not." I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. "But you seemed so experienced? I've only had sex once and it was not anything like that." Bill kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand, playing with my fingers. "I just must be that good. I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did." I watched as we intertwined our fingers over and over again.
"I did. It was very fun." We sat there quietly for a while, his one eye roaming over my figure. "So now what do we do? I'm not really sure what the protocol for this situation is. Do I leave or do I stick around?" I asked, blushing at the smile that graced his face. "Oh and miss the golden opportunity to see you sleeping? Come here. Tonight, you're all mine." I curled up next to him as he pulled the blankets all around us, holding me close, possessively. "Good night my poison." I yawned and as exhaustion suddenly hit me out of nowhere. "Good night Bill."