We fall on the king-size bed. His right hand caresses my cheek to my chin while he kisses me, the other one cups and massages my breast. He squeezes it hard and I gasp, pushing his chest with my hand to stop him, but one second later both my hands are over my head.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQVyDIHp82e
He grins at me and takes my mask off. «Don't touch me.»
«But you hurt me!»
«I know. I told you what I like, who I am, and if you don't like it, it's too late to run away. So keep your soft mouth shut and let me take my pleasure.» His mouth collides with mine, but this talk can't end like this, so I turn my head. He starts kissing my neck and I move away. Suddenly his hand is around my neck, I can't breathe.
He presses a finger on my lips. «Hush.» He orders, then frees my neck.
I didn't know he could go so far. I don't even want to have sex, why didn't I go to my room by myself? I took him with me because I can't resist the heat now constantly growing in me. Bad idea. I saw him killing a person, hurting me, smiling to bad things, what did I expect? I thought it was a nightmare, but it's not. I can feel this is real. My moist private parts are real, the pain is real when he bites my lower lip, the taste of blood is real and better than I ever thought. I try to relax and play along with him, but he grasps my head and run his hand under my slips, grabbing my ass, and his pleasant torture becomes unbearable.
«Just do it fast, Mikael. Make me yours, so you'll be the first and the last to possess me. Isn't it what you want?» I ask, opening my eyes to understand why he stopped.
He raises on his arms, looking suspiciously at me. «Are you pure, Katrina?» He asks.
«What do you mean?»
He sighs. «Are you innocent?»
«...I never killed anyone.»
«Did anyone ever fucked you?» He bursts out.
I blush, shaking my head.
«I didn't hear your answer.» He says, sitting on the edge of the bed.
«No.» I say, sitting up a little.
«No what?» He asks with a smirk. I would like to punch him to make him understand I'm not getting fun, but I think he already knows it, he just doesn't care and have fun with my emotions.
«I'm not your toy. I accepted everything you proposed to me, but...»
«You don't wanna say it?»
«No.»
«Good. Don't.»
I look at him wide-eyed. «What?» Where's the trap?
«You don't have to do it. I can check it by myself.» His hand runs up on my thigh so fast I can't even think, so I take his wrist and he takes mine with his free hand, crushing it. After a few seconds trying to free myself, I give up and let the tears wet my cheeks, sobbing, hunging my head. He wipes my tears and I don't stop him, too afraid that he could crush also my other wrist.
«Don't be scared, it makes me desire your pain harder and I haven't much self-control.» He says, his voice firm and cold.
«I can't. My wrist hurts.» I sob, watching my trapped hand trembling and dangerously changing color.
«Stop resisting.» He orders. I obey and he immediately leaves my wrist that falls on the mattress. I can't move it, if I try a sharp pain stops me.
Mikael's hand runs again on my thigh up to my slips.
«Please, stop.» I cry.
«You know how to stop me.»
«Ok. I'm pure!» I yell, hugging my legs to hide my face in my knees. I hear him moaning. I peek up at him and I see he's now standing near the door.
«You're a girl with rare sensitiveness, you can do great in this world. I can't ruin you, I already destroyed too much beauty in the world.»
«Stay.» Did I say it? Fuck yes, I did and I want it so bad. «There's beauty in you too and I will free it.»
«There's nothing good in me and I'm ok with it.»
«You're wrong, let me show you what I see in your darkness, please. Please, stay.» You're pathetic and totally out of your mind. My subconscious comment, but I ignore it.
«The event isn't end yet, the organizer can't leave before his guests.» He clutches at straws.
«You left the party to follow me?» I ask, shocked. He glares at me and he opens his mouth, but words don't come out.
After a long silence, his eyes start looking everything but me. «Run away from me, Katrina.»
«Please, don't leave me alone!»
«I said stay away or I'll fucking kill you.» He growls.
I look at him, sad and disappointed. «Ok. By the way, as a king you suck: you don't even have the courage to take what you want.» I state, emotionless, looking straight in his eyes, now normal.
He runs to me and I instinctively cover my face with my hands, scared. He uncovers it and as our gazes meet I see my house, my city from the airplane and I hear my voice naming Flint. I blink to come back to reality and I look around: Mikael is gone. Forever. Is it good? Yes, he's a monster. A monster that gave you more emotions than everyone else in your entire life. I don't know if it's right or normal and I don't care, I start crying and wishing him to come back. My hands mess my hair, then grip the cloth of my dress until I feel it wet. I look at the dark stain on the red dress, feeling in need of air as soon as I realize there's blood on me and it's not mine. It's all real. I'm in Las Vegas, I've been attacked two times in a night, I'm drunk and on drugs, my crush is a monster that killed some people and... and... My head is spinning, I close my eyes. When I open them, I'm laying on the bed.
Where's Gabi? «Mom? I feel bad.» I whisper to the full moon. I try to stand up to ask for help, but my arms are weak and I can't help but close my eyes again.
An intoxicating aroma of herbs wakes me. I sit on the bed, feeling extremely relaxed. I don't remember almost anything about yesterday, I just know I'm in Las Vegas and I think I went to a party. I take a sip of the delicious, sweet tea on the bedside table and I notice there are also a letter and a little blue box. I open the letter.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuSLjh0nhCt
'Morning, love.
Don't thank me for anything, I just did the right thing for the first time in my life. I saved you from myself.
I'm a beast, Katrina. Your pain is my pleasure. Your love is my weakness. We can't be together, accept it.
Now, do one last thing for me. Drink the tea and eat some cookies, I want you to feel good as much as you felt before coming to my party. By the way, I hope you like your new pajama, it's an old one of my sister and I thought you would have liked it.
I didn't want to break your heart since your is special, that's why I decided to give you something that maybe can make you smile remembering your first and probably last night in Las Vegas, remembering me. It's a ring. It's really important that you keep it and wear it every day, I wanna feel with you all the time, always and forever.
I know it's wrong, but I hope to meet you again.
Mikael
I open the precious box and I admire the ring: there is a symbol on it, a kind of cross with a heart in place of the upper part. In the little heart, there is a red stone. I wonder if it has a meaning.
I take the phone and I call Gabi. She answers at the third attempt.
«What?» She mumbles.
«Can we stay another night? I have some outstanding issues to resolve with a man.»
«Excuse me?!» She screams in my hear. «A man? You? What the hell?»
«I can explain. I mean... just help me to meet him again and you'll understand by yourself.» I hang up and I look at myself. The pajama I wear is extremely comfortable and elegant, I can't imagine how much it could cost. I hug myself and I sniff it: the fragrance on it remembers me of him... I open my eyes widely, feeling the heat intensifying in my cheeks. Oh my God, he undressed me.
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