The Pursuit of the Unknown

I DESIRE HER

LUCA POV

He watched this eccentric girl’s retreating form, perplexed beyond his imagination as to how he lost control with her. ‘I was supposed to coax her then devour her damnit!’ for some reason, he wanted to see her again and this time, not to drink her, but have her.  ‘I have to see her again’ he thought to himself again and again headed to his house. He internally fought his desires and hunger, at the entrance, he was greeted by his butler, “Master, good evening. Is there anything I can do for you?” bowing to the entering Luca. “No, Raymond you may leave. Thank you for staying up for me.” He said, handing over his coat. He went straight to his room, turned on the shower and stepped inside, beneath the scolding water.

Taking deep breathes, he kept having flashes of the delicate girl he held in his arms not too long ago and how deeply he kissed her, savoring her. ‘What came over me? Who is that girl?’ the more he thought of her, her big grey-silver eyes, how well she fit in his hands, how her lips tasted and the scent of her ‘desire’ below, the more his craving for her increased – it drove him crazy! His shallow pants attested to the ‘yearning’ he felt for her, unexpectedly, an ‘appendage’ on his body clearly depicted his ‘manly needs’ – something that hasn’t happened in centuries!

Quickly realizing the reaction he was having at the very thought of her, he turned the water temperature from hot to cold to carefully manage the heat within him. Soon after, he toweled off and headed to his office to try do some work but couldn’t – his thoughts were preoccupied by a certain young lady and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. ‘Luca, our kind should have no kinship with women – they are just tools to us! Never think of a woman as anything more than a doll to satisfy you or to drink.’ He bitterly recalled the words of his old man and scoffed under his breath. No matter how hard he tried, ‘Sweet thing’ never left his mind and at its worst, he would catch a waft of her scent. This went on for weeks on end but recalling his father’s words, somehow centered and stopped him from searching for the mystery girl.

‘What is wrong with me? Why can’t I stop thinking about that girl? Women for me are a commodity, I can have whoever I want, whenever I want -however I want!’ With this thought, he got up and went to one of his established nightclubs to search for an outlet to release his pent-up energy.

Arriving in an all-black suit, he handed the keys to his Bugatti Veyron to the valley specifically designated to him. Using the VIP entrance, he went up to the room reserved only for him. He looked below and through the dense glass, he could see everyone but no one could see him. He subconsciously searched for Rosa, even though he could tell from her character, that she would never come to a night club. Having kissed her once, he felt as though this little girl had him by the balls. He sighed and rubbing his eyes, he ordered an entire bottle of vodka and drank it all by himself. All the while thinking, ‘Sweet thing, where are you?’

With this final thought, he was just about to take off and head home when he suddenly caught the scent he had longed to smell again. He quickly whirled his head around to see whether it was really her or his mind playing games with him.