Desirable Trinity

Chapter 12

Niklas is a man of seduction, created solely to entice women and manipulate them into his worldly desires with that smirk alone. Marie is aware of this, accepts this, and is still unable to pull her hand away from his as he lures her and Elizabeth further away from where Kenna and Dianna are and towards where he beckons for them to be.

She thought this was her game to win, but Marie is quickly learning how easy this is to lose.

Elizabeth seems to have completely forgotten about her fear of this world, Marie notices, as her naïve friend keeps her eyes on this handsome vampire leading them away. Marie wants to warn her friend of the dangerous effects of this man’s beauty and charm, but she cannot dare to admit his true horrors out loud.

All she can dare to pay attention to is the chills his touch gives her.

With wide eyes, Marie watches every movement Niklas makes, regretting every inch of her hormones and reactions towards them but still enacting upon them all the same. She knows this man is malicious, a cruel creature, but there is a small part of herself that believes she is evil too. A woman she had never met before, she had killed, and instead of feeling that remorseful side all moral driven humans should; she doesn’t.

Marie still feels her body tingling from the sensation of murdering another.

Her heart was pumping a thousand miles an hour the moment she had slammed the knife into her heart, the excitement becoming her, but once she had watched the demise of the child murdering vampire everything went calmingly still. The fluttering in her stomach ceased, her heart calmed to a normal pace, and a sense of release shattered throughout her entire body.

And Marie knows that is not the normal outcome one should have after murdering somebody.

She wants to believe that her murderous act is the reason she is still following this man, for the gnawing questions she has after he nudged her towards what she had just done, needing the answers to pool out of his kissable lips….but she knows she is following him solely for the thoughts of those lips against hers.

Because she doesn’t care to have her questions answered behind her recent actions, she knows the difference between good and evil, and she isn’t a fool to say she benevolently murdered that woman for justification of those children’s’ lives. She did it for herself, and that all in itself is demented. Marie knows she forever changed her life within that moment of weakness, and yet instead of pushing herself away from her own downfall she follows him into a darkened room she can only guess to be his bedroom.

As Elizabeth and Marie are being led into the room, the sound of the bedroom door shutting and locking behind them sends Marie on high alert but brings a dazed excitement upon Elizabeth. Marie can practically see the wetness pooling in Elizabeth’s panties from here, her virginal friend unable to control her own hormones, and as Marie looks back at Niklas she is realizing and understanding Elizabeth’s predicament.

Niklas’s black eyes capture Marie in a defining moment, looming up and down Marie’s body with a lustful gaze as the perfect creature before her slowly begins unbuttoning his black shirt. Marie clenches her thighs tightly together, attempting to ignore the sensation she knows Elizabeth has been experiencing since first laying her eyes on this man, but not once do her brown eyes waver from the line of skin she can see, clearly displaying his lean abdomen.

Holding his now discarded shirt in his hand, Niklas begins moving towards both Elizabeth and Marie, but it is Marie that Niklas focuses his full attention on. “My dark one, wear this instead of the blood stained dress.”

“You don’t have another dress?” Marie stays rooted to her spot, not once moving from Niklas’s line of vision, nor is she daring to tempt herself by eliminating the space between them.

“I might…” As he stands in front of her, all ability to breathe seems to be void, and Marie can only loom up at the tall man in front of her with his shirt outstretched for her. “But the sight of a woman in nothing but a pair of heels and my shirt….I would want nothing else.”

Without words, as she cannot seem to form any, Marie stretches her hand out and takes the button up shirt in her grasp. As their fingers graze past one another, Marie cannot deny the shiver that his icy skin causes her or how invigorating that feeling is. Before she can even move her hands to the back of her dress, Niklas is behind her, his hands sending chills down her back as he flushes her body against his.

With his hands seizing the zipper, she feels his lips against her collarbone, sending delicate kisses across it as her dress slowly falls onto the floor around her feet. She is unable to stop the shivered moan that escapes her exasperated lips, the attempt to refuse her own lustful thoughts draining her until all that can be heard is Marie’s defeat.

Slowly, Niklas turns her around, and as Marie’s barely clothed chest presses against his, and he finally looks over at Elizabeth for the first time with an extended hand. “My beautiful sunshine, come.”

Niklas keeps one arm around Marie’s waist as he awaits for Elizabeth to clasp his other hand, intertwining two out of his three women in his embrace. While his attention is momentarily on Elizabeth, Marie slides his top on, buttoning it until her hardened n*****s are no longer shown poking through her lacy bra.

Elizabeth’s powder blue eyes are hypnotized by Niklas, unwavering from the gaze of the most beautiful man she has ever seen before. She once thought vampires were fear inducing, malicious, and grotesque creatures but that thought evaporated by the sight of Niklas Adair. He is not the frightening man she expected, but a Casanova meant for her body to melt against.

When her fingers intertwine with Niklas’s, he spins her until her body is wrapped under his arm, and without any intention of letting her leave. While he has two of his girls in his embrace, he only thinks of how complete he would feel with the third of his desirable trinity filling the barely empty space here before him.

And then he looks at Marie and that all changes.

Marie cannot move away from his tightening grip as his eyes focus solely on her, as if forgetting of Elizabeth’s existence and needing only her. Constantly, Marie avoids the gaze of this man, knowing him to be a catastrophe in a life of hers that is filled with predictability and benevolence. A darkness permanently shadows and morphs itself around Niklas, and Marie believes that is what is drawing her to him as if she is a moth and he is her glittering flame meant to surely burn her.

When Marie dares to caste her large brown eyes up at Niklas, their gaze is captured in an unwavering hold, whilst everything around them seems to dissipate. Marie knows the world not to be as simplistic and stereotypical as Elizabeth, who is shrouded by the truth of Niklas’s moralities based on the beauty of his face, but it is that horror she sees within those black eyes that leaves Marie in this breathless state.

He is the excitement she has long awaited for and dreamt of for years to come, but at what cost?

Marie looks momentarily over at Elizabeth. Will Elizabeth’s innocence be extinguished due to this man of pure malice? Will Elizabeth’s heart, too, be tainted with blackness that Marie always knew exists within hers?

And what of Kenna?

And Dianna?

“Niklas,” Marie and Niklas both look at the source of the voice, seeing the hopeful look on Elizabeth’s face as she says his name with a growing heat upon her cheeks. “C-Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, my sunshine.” Niklas lifts the hand that is intertwined with his and presses it against his lips, cementing the infatuation she has with him. “What is your question?”

“W-What are we doing here?”

Elizabeth’s powder blue eyes are the most beautiful thing about this saintly gorgeous woman in front of Marie and Niklas. She is a vision of prosperity and benevolence, but it is those eyes that show a glimpse of the sinful life she could live if coinciding with Niklas’s manipulation. Although her body shakes with worry for what the answer will be, her most perfect eyes only continue to multiply with lust, gnawing need, and complete submission.

“You are in my mansion because I wish to gain my desirable trinity as my own and nobody else’s, and why you are in my bedroom right now is my attempt to keep you here with me.”

Niklas once again lifts up the intertwining hands of his and Elizabeth’s, twirling the tall blonde until her back is facing him and his hand is out of hers and ripping the white gown off of her with one simple rip. Both girls have their gazes on him, waiting for what he is going to do next, and Niklas knows as well as them that at this point he can do the greediest of his own desires.

“Bed, Elizabeth.” Niklas frees his hand from Elizabeth’s, but like an obedient dog she scampers into the bed.

Marie watches her friend, her thoughts of the virginal Elizabeth at this very moment. Elizabeth has only had one boyfriend in her entire life, a boy she goes to church with named Sammy, and only went as far as kissing him once on the cheek before becoming anxious ridden of what he would expect before marriage. Marie’s eyes zero in on the purity ring on Elizabeth’s left finger, and notices how Elizabeth’s focus is not on her most sacred accessory but on Niklas.

Who is watching Marie...and only Marie.

“What are you doing to her?”

Marie stares up at the man in front of her once again, the hypnotic man holding onto her with a vixen grip. Immediately after asking her question, Niklas flushes her barely covered chest against his, causing her body to convulse in shivers. Her previous worries evaporate at that moment, Elizabeth’s existence and purity no longer as important as the feeling of Niklas’s breathe brushing against her lips all too temptingly.

“Exactly what I am doing to you, my dark goddess.” As Marie’s eyes flutter shut, focusing not on the beauty of his face but the sensation he gives her as his lips find homage against the skin under her earlobe. “I’m making you fall in love with me.”

“S-She….” Marie tries to grasp onto the thoughts she once had, attempting to focus on anything other than the erection pressing against her abdomen and the fluttering kisses down her slim neck.

“She isn’t you.” He murmurs against her skin. “My dark Marie….”

She can feel the graze of his fangs against her skin, his yearning need that he teasing her with, as her inevitable fate by the end of this night. Her body is his in this moment, a victim within this predator’s claws, and she willingly surrenders. Marie knows the temptations of the body, having experience surpassing Elizabeth, but this is unworldly.

This is not just a desire.

It’s a need.

She feels everywhere his hands wander, his lips electrifying, and his journey takes her through an entirely new dimension. Marie realizes she is moving away from where they once stood, and she is aware that his lips near hers with each excruciating second. With her legs now fast around his waist, her back greets the roughness of the bed’s post, and it is then that she dares to open her eyes again and look at her demise.

“This is the world you have always belonged to, my dark goddess.” Never do their eyes waver from one another’s, both captured by the beauty of the other, watching the reactions of one another’s arousal. “You are the…”

Whatever he was going to say was going to send Marie’s heart thumping at a thousand miles an hour; it was going to cause her core to clench with unimaginable mounts of s****l cravings, and her thoughts to nearly be devoured by Niklas.

If only she didn’t hear the scream first.

Marie will forever recognize this familiar yell, the female belonging to this agony driven bellow the one person keeping Marie’s sanity in place when no one ever could. It is only this person who can make Marie forget her desires of excitement, who can make her believe she is not a woman warped with devious thoughts, and who will die.

Because of the man she is permanently enthralled by.

Marie doesn’t hesitate in her next actions.

Giving into her worldly desires, she claims the lips of the man who ignited the malevolence within her, delivering her an entirely new sense of the world. A whimpered moan leaves her the moment their lips crash together, the electrifying moment shattering everything around her. His body grounds into her the moment their tongues discover one another, his hands introducing themselves to the bareness of her slim thighs.

He didn’t even see her betrayal coming.

And he didn’t even feel her take the knife out of his pants.

And he most certainly did not see her plunge it into his back.

Shock is the first think Marie sees in those black eyes as his touch leaves her body and his form slumps onto the floor. With only seconds to spare, she forces her gaze away from him and runs to the door expecting her blonde friend to follow. Just as she has the door open, however, she hears absolutely no footsteps after her.

Turning around, Marie stares at Elizabeth with shock, seeing her blonde friend collapsed beside Niklas. “Elizabeth?” Marie says the woman’s name, but her friend since childhood only glares up at her with hatred steaming from every pore.

Elizabeth places her hands on the handle of the knife plunged into Niklas’s back, ready to rip it out of his body, but as Marie remembers Dianna’s screams; she makes a choice.

Dianna or Elizabeth and Niklas.

And she runs towards her decision.