I see colorful lights under the white clouds dazzling me as I keep staring at them, fascinated by the cities we're flying on.
«I decorated your room personally.» He says, catching my attention caressing my hand while he drinks his champagne.
«What color is it? Is the bed a king-size one? I like rolling on the mattress!» I let out a little scream of joy. I conquered my freedom. I wonder if my parents are still waiting at the door after I told them I was leaving and they shouted I will come crawling back to them, they seemed sure I would turn and walk in their open arms anytime soon. Poor dreamers.
«You'll see it when we'll arrive.» He smirks, giving me a little kiss on my head.
Suddenly the memory of his hand running up on my tight pops up in my mind and all the enthusiasm fades away in an instant. Mikael seems to notice my change immediately.
«Is everything ok, little princess?»
«Why did you let him beat me?» I ask firmly, staring in his grey eyes. I notice his black pupils expanding like an oil stain. «You liked it.»
«I needed you to understand it's great to have a strong, powerful man at your side. And yes, I liked it.»
«You should have stopped him.»
«You wanted me to beat him? It seems everytime I hurt a pathetic bastard you go mad.»
«You could have just stopped him, blocking him someway, without hurting him.»
«I preferred to enjoy the moment. You had a choice too. You choose to sacrifice yourself for letting him live.»
«I didn't choose anything, I just got beaten.»
«I wanted to see some blood. You or him. You choose to save him, 'cause you don't want me to use violence to stop violence and I don't want to stop violence without using violence. It's boring.»
I sigh, not even surprised by his answer. «Will you keep hurting me?»
«Only for my pleasure, and to teach you what's wrong and what's good. What I like and don't like.»
The question tormenting me finally comes out loud. «Why me?»
He looks at me with concentration. «Your love is the only pure one I can let in fearlessly.»
His words leave me speechless. I wouldn't be able to think or feel anything like that although I'm a deep person.
«You don't give a damn about all I have, you only care about me.» He says, raising his arm as an invite to put my head on his chest. I happily do it and he wraps my little body with his giant arm, caressing my belly. «You are sensitive, pure, delicate; an angelic white flower lightning in the darkness. I will never let you go.»
«What makes me special to your eyes? There are many lighting flowers in the world.»
«They just reflect the moonlight to illude people they are beautiful like you. You have a talent, Katrina: you can love. It's rare, trust me. I met many women in my life and they were all evil liars in beautiful dresses.»
I listen to his words, feeling a bit of sadness and anger in them. All the frustration on his defined face disappears as his mind comes back in the airplane, leaving the memories to stay with me.
He smiles. «I found a diamond. Are you sure you can bear me? I'm worse than you think.»
I don't know if it's good or bad that I can't imagine something worse of what he already did, but this makes my fear slowly go away. «Bring it!» I grin and he chuckles, shaking his head, his fluffy curls jumping around right and left in a cute way. It would be everything perfect if I could hear his heartbeat, but my ear on his chest doesn't hear nor feel anything but the air going in and out his lungs. This is weird, but he's alive, so I assume it's everything ok and his heart is just beating too slow and calmly to be heard without an instrument.
I break the magical silence. «Don't you need a bodyguard? All rich people have one.»
«I'm my own bodyguard, and I'm yours too. Nobody dares to fight the King of monsters.»
I smile and he traces my puffy cheeks and dimples with a finger. Suddenly he starts searching for something in a suitcase.
«I have something for you.» He takes a little gift box, handing it to me.
I delicately untie the bow and tear the paper, blushing. «How did you know I like reading?»
«You'll find all the answers you want in these pages.»
I look at the book: the cover is black with a big snowflake in the middle, there's a weird symbol under the title that is "Mad". It's probably around fifty pages, I think there could be some pictures in it. I open it, but Mikael immediately closes it again.
«You'll read it at home.» He says.
I turn the book to read the plot. «How can a story give me answers about you and us?»
«Because it is about us.»
The plot is simple and clear, the warm letters I trace with a finger tells me this has been printed just some hours ago:
I needed a Queen, her prettiness was enough to give her a crown and I chose her, I couldn't know she was the pure woman I always dream to meet. I crave her love. She became the most important person of my life, more important than all I have and myself; I use to take what I want by force, but if she doesn't want me I would be willing to wait for her forever, I would do everything to feel my heart beating again as it did when I kissed her for the first time.
I'm waiting for her at the airport, where we will leave to start a new life together. She told me she won't come, but I know she will. Soon or late she'll be here, and I'll stay here until this will happen, waiting for the right moment to come and hit me hard.
«I could have added some fantasy elements to the story.» He says as I look at the book wide-eyed.
«You wrote our story?» I ask, shocked.
«I did.» He answers like it's totally normal.
I jump on him and hug him tight. «I love you.»
Sit astride on him, I use his chest as a pillow and his arms as a blanket, only the clothes and our book under my belly dividing our souls. Listening to the cold silence of his heart, I sleep on my man, knowing that the only monster I could ever fear is letting me sleep on him and wants to protect me from the hell that this world is.
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He cooked Pasta con Pomodoro e Basilico, one of the best Italian recipes. I've never eaten something that wasn't fast food or out of my mother's menus, let alone a delicious Italian dish! I wondered how could Mikael cook so well and he told me in his lifetime he learned to do many things perfectly. I couldn't hold myself thinking about what he learned with his women, so I did and I realized I'm extremely jealous of him.
We walk in the long corridor, everything is white and modernly decorated to make this villa professional and cozy at the same time. I stop in front of a door with my name written in an elegant italic calligraphy on it. Mikael's arm moves forward to open the door, then he pushes me with his body in the dark room.
«I can't see anything!» I whisper, feeling an intruder in the peaceful atmosphere of this place.
«I know. I do. I won't let you hit a thing, don't worry.» He says.
«Where's the...» I fall, suddenly pushed by him, my heart keeps beating hard also when I feel the soft mattress on my back. «Mikael!» I shout.
The room lightens and the first thing I see is Mikael chuckling. «You're cute when you're angry.»
«Shut up, monster!»
In an instant he's on me, his hands holding my wrists on the sides of my head. «You're sexy when you're scared.» He whispers. I feel his erection pressed on my pussy that immediately responds to him, wetting, contracting and relaxing. I know he's feeling what he's doing to me, and he likes it as much as I do. His hand slips in my panties and...
«It's time to go.» Diana glares at him, her hands elegantly crossed on her belly. Where the hell did she come from? She wasn't behind us.
Mikael kisses me as my cheeks become darker more than they already were, then he stands up and exits the room with Diana, closing the door. None of them say anything nor give a look at me, like I don't exist anymore.
I sigh. I guess I have to get used to his behavior: he does what he wants and I can't stop him if I don't wanna die trying.
I take a look around: my room is made for the princess Mikael desires. The canopy bed has dark red blankets and four white curtains on every side. He also added some little Christmas lights bent to the curtains, I'm sure this has been his idea as he said, he knows I'm afraid of the dark. The elegant chandelier slightly lights the room with a warm light, on the ground it's hard to distinguish the blood-red of the carpet from the dark wood floor. Apparently Mikael discovered my favorite color, the blood-red of the dress I wore at his party. I can't help but smile.
I open the giant closet in front of the bed. It's full of dresses from the 1800's dames' wardrobes. I take the most similar to a pajama, a Victorian nightdress with a sash that just makes it puffier on the upper part on me. All the elegant stuff that is making me cute makes my flower down there dry, so I untie the curtains and I go to sleep, tired for the trip and... everything that happened after.
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I open my eyes. The curtains are tied, I can see the moon lighting the room, the cold wind caresses my face without waking me with his violence. It's calm, like the night, and like the man standing in a dark corner of the room. I look straight in his glowing gray eyes and his body tenses, probably when he realizes I'm seeing him. He has a straight face, but his angelic presence gives me good vibes and I smile to him. He slowly tilts his head, narrowing his eyes and raising an eyebrow. I want him to come here and hug me, but I'll never know if he does it because the tiredness has the best on me and I close my eyes.
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Pancakes. Pancakes with maple syrup and hot milk. These aromas wake me up fast and delicately. I run down the stairs like a child that can't wait to open his Christmas' gifts and as I see the breakfast my jaw drops on the ground.
Tons of fruits, sweets and other warm delicious plates wait for me on a long table in the middle of the dining room. I walk closer to the table on my tiptoes, the floor icing my feet, trying to understand if I'm in a lucid dream or Mikael built a paradise for us.
«Blade! Where the fuck are you?» A singsong voice says loud. I try to understand where is it from, but there are too many doors in this room to guess. «Blade!» He calls again.
I run under the table just a second before the man opens the door. I see him stepping to the table and stopping here, his feet a few inches from me. I hold my breath, my heart jumps in my ears. Luckily in a few seconds he turns and he walks in the door he came from. Who the hell was he? I take a sigh of relief.
«Boo.»
I scream, jumping and hitting my head on the table. I turn and I see the man innocently grinning behind me.
«I'm Joseph.» He says, giving me his hand to shake.
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Most importantly... Are you ready for the next chapter? Someone goes hunting, Katrina gets too close to Mikael's right-hand and Diana reveals some big secrets about Mikael! 🤫😉372Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjPTnnhIfKw
