His To Use: Seduced By The Incubus

8: Northern Wing

ZYRELLA

It's been an hour already, an hour since Selvik put his fingers inside of me… Gosh, I didn’t say a word since we got into the plane on our way to Northern Wing. The both of us been quiet, or well, I’ve been quiet. Selvik on the other hand… he’s busy with his laptop like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just have me shaking and trembling under him.

I could still feel the heat flushing within me, burning, aching. My body keeps remembering, every nerve alive, biting my lips, playing with my fingers, sighing, the little sounds escaping me that showed exactly what I’m feeling. I don’t even know the feeling. Is it shame? Desire? embarrassment? Or maybe all of it tangled together. My stomach twists thinking about how long I’ve been waiting for the plane to land.

I steal a glance at Selvik, trying not to look obvious. His eyes are glued to his laptop, his fingers moving fast over the keyboard, not even aware that I’m still… like this. My chest rises fast and my thighs twitch a little.

Finally, the air hostess walks past, and says we should prepare to drop our phones. “Prepare your phones, passengers, we are about to land.” I nod quietly, fidgeting with my hands, wishing she wouldn’t make it sound so… normal. Nothing feels normal right now. I want my body to forget but it won’t.

A few minutes later, the plane lands with a soft bump. The engines slow and hum, the tires screech lightly, and we do all the usual things... the seat belts, the bags, the little papers we have to sign. Nothing matters except the heat between my legs and the way Selvik keeps pretending like I don’t exist.

Outside, a black car waits, sleek, and expensive. The doors open slowly, out of the passenger seat comes a lady, walking with confidence, big smile on her face, dressed in tight clothes that leave little to imagination. Brunette, perfect curves, boobs literally all out. I swallow, uneasy, feeling the heat rise again but for different reasons now. She sees me and suddenly her smile drops. Like she wasn’t expecting… me.

“I didn’t know you came with someone,” she says. My body tenses. She’s pretty. Dangerous-looking pretty. Sexy as hell.

“Oh my bad,” she continues, with her eyes flicking at Selvik, “she’s probably one of your flings. You never mention having a thing for red hair.” There’s a sound in her voice, a hiss, like she’s trying to provoke me but failing.

Selvik looks up finally, his voice dangerous. “Where’s Matt?” He scans the area, his hands clenching slightly.

“Emh… about him… he’s…”

“What have you done to him, Obscyra?” Selvik snaps, stepping forward, anger radiating off him in waves. The lady... Obscyra... backs up, startled, clearly not expecting that kind of intensity.

“You have until evening to bring me Matt,” Selvik continues, his voice cold, and deadly, “and if anything happens to him… I’ll kill you, Obscyra.”

I freeze. Did he just…? Kill her? Is he joking? Should I be scared? But the look on Obscyra’s face tells me he’s serious. Terrified, she glances at me, then back at Selvik.

We get into the car, me in the back with him, Obscyra left standing outside looking like she just met her worst nightmare. I can still feel the tension radiating from Selvik, and the way the car engine hums under him.

“Welcome to Northern Wing, Master Selvik,” the driver says, his voice respectful, calling him master just like Darian Crowe did yesterday.

“Drive to my mansion,” Selvik commands without looking at anyone else, his hand gripping the leather beside him. The car starts, tires crunching lightly on the gravel, and we’re off, zooming toward the cityscape of Northern Wing.

“You were joking, right?” I ask, my voice sounding unsure. I glance at him, trying to read him, but his jaw is tight, his dark eyes on the street ahead, every muscle tense. He doesn’t even glance my way. I fidget, playing with my fingers, biting my lips again.

He glances at me finally, slow, deliberate. His gaze pierces through me, and I feel it... danger, heat, dominance, all at once. His lips curve just slightly, not a smile, but enough to make my stomach twist.

“Oh doll…” he murmurs with a low, and thick voice, “I don’t bluff.”

I shiver, my fingers tightening into fists on my lap. His words echo in my mind, and I realize… he’s serious. That fire, that rage over Matt, it isn’t fake.

“I will kill her in a brutal way if she harms Matt.”

I have seen some of the things he has done and I am not stupid, if a man can pull out this trick on my face invade my dreams he is more capable of killing someone right, and what is with this Matt that is making him angry, who is Matt to him.

Matt seems like the only one who has an ordinary name.

Is personal assistant… Darian, the lady he threatened to kill Obscyra, and him Selvik. What kind of names are those.

Deep down, whoever Matt is, he's not like them, maybe he's vulnerable and Obscyra took advantage of him that's why Selvik is pissed off.

Finally, the car pull up in a big mansion, huge gates opening automatically, black marble floors at the entrance, tall pillars reaching to the ceiling, chandelier hanging so big it looked like it could touch the floor if it fell.

We proceed into the building, and a man… or a young teen of maybe 18 years who hasn’t seen us yet, he looked disoriented, hair messy, clothes slightly crumpled, eyes darting around like he didn’t know where he was.

"Matt." Selvik called and the teenager looked ahead and saw us…

"Boss Selvik." The man who I assume to be Matt said referring to Selvik as boss unlike the others who call him Master.

"I'm sorry, I know that I am supposed to pick you up from the airport but I can't remember what really happened." He said confused and disoriented, with a small, and hesitant voice

"Don't worry about anything Matt, Obscyra happened." Selvik said, calm but dangerous, as Matt walked to him and Selvik gave him a hug.

"Yes… I remember now, Obscyra face is the last face I remember before everything went dark. That bìtch." He stated like he was starting to remember. "I'm so glad you are here boss." He said and turned his attention to me, "red haired," he said then looking at Selvik.

"Not a word Matt," Selvik said walking further into the living room, and sat down then gave me that seducing look, the one I was used to, but he didn’t in the plane…

"Zyrella meet Matt. Matt meet Zyrella."

Then Matt came to me and took my hands for handshake, "Matthew West." He said, firm but polite.

"Zyrella Hart." I said trying to free my hands from his, a little awkward, feeling his grip a little longer than needed.

"I need the best Fashionista in Northern Wing within an hour, she should bring her best clothing collection, Zyrella, and I have a dinner to attend for tonight, and let us not forget the main reason we are here… I will need her to follow me to the meeting as my plus one tomorrow."

"Got it." Matt said and left quickly, still looking a little lost but focused, probably remembering what just happened.

I sat across from Selvik, really there's lots of things I need to know about him, but he already told me that my curiosity will lead me to bad ends.

"So, what are we going to do for all the afternoons… This is just 12:00 pm." I asked softly, curiosity biting me, making me to feel a little restless, still tense.

"What? You already bored doll?" He stood up and my heart beat aloud. Then he sat next to me, close, so close I could feel the heat of him, the danger, the dominance, the pull that made me ache again.

I tried to move a little back, but my knees were weak, and body trembling slightly. I swallowed hard, heat pooling low, and I couldn’t hide the longing, the need, the ache. He noticed, of course, he always notices.

"You’ve been thinking about it all morning, haven’t you?" He said, voice low, thick, teasing, dangerous, sending shivers through me.

I looked down quickly, my fingers twisting in my lap.

"What about we recreate what happened in the morning. But this time around… it’s going to be more wild."