King of Anything

05

05I sit uncomfortable, as he strokes my hand.

This is last date between me and Regan. Today is he day he dies. In a little nervous right now.

This will make three. Three people I'll have killed.

I've gotten used to having Scar in my ear. I know he's listening.

I've known Regan for a month. We'll have our first night together. It's supposed to be our first night.

It'll be his last.

"You don't know how excited I am," His hands, on my skin. It's revolting.

He's handsome, and sweet I guess. But he's not what I want.

"Me too, I'm anxious for it. Let's start."

"Calm," He whispers in my ear, I close my eyes. "Little one. This will soon be over. Do it for me, please?"

That purred please. I hate him so much.

"I...I'm ready," I say in smoky voice, pulling down the straps of my dress. My flesh is exposed making me fight not to cringe.

"So am I. You're so beautiful,"

I close my eyes, letting my hands drift down my body. He enjoys the view. Until I bring out the guns.

With the silencer attached, I shoot him once. In his head. He's dead instantly.

I close his eyes. Pulling up my dress.

"Scar. I've done it."

"I knew you could Marueen. Come on home, little one. I will take care of the rest."

"Will you give me what I want tonight?"

I hear his sigh. "Of course little one. I have promised."

"Come home, so I can give you what you want,"

I smile. One of his men escorts me back home.

***

I go back home. This is my favorite day. I'm excited for today. I'm nervous for today. I need today.

I open the door to the mansion, taking off my shoes. I slip off my dress. He waits for me, in his lonely way, observing my state of undress.

"Welcome home, Marueen," He says quietly.

I nod. "I've done what you asked, Scar."

"I know you have. You've made me very proud."

I smile, rushing into his arms. He enfolds me, his arms safe and warm. He smells so clean.

"Is this it,"

His hand, rests on my face tenderly. "This is what you want from me, little one. I will give it."

I want to be happy about, as he pressed his lips against my own.

I pulled away, stopping him.

"I...I don't want to force you. I know it's what I asked but...if you don't want-"

He brings my head, toward his, that hand strong, warm, kind to me.

I want to give him everything.

But only if he wants to take it.

"No one forces me to do anything," He insists, pressing his lips against mine.

They're cold. I wonder for a moment why. But it doesn't matter.

"Do you want me, Scar?"

"You've proven yourself loyal to me. You've gone against yourself for my wishes. You have become mine."

His...

"What does that mean?" I ask lowly.

"It means we are partners. I withhold nothing from you. Nothing." He brushes my hair behind my ear.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing. Nothing is withheld from you. Power, Information. Myself. I give it to you."

I'm intoxicated by his words, by his touch, by his existence. How can something so beautiful exist?

His lips are on mine again, relishing in my mouth, soft and tentative. He snaps, and the lights are out. His fingers skim my back as his lips tease the skin of my shoulder.

My eyes close, my mouth opening in Bliss.

I expose my throat, letting him wrap his hand around it. He walks me toward something, until my back hits a wall.

He kiss me, roughly, with a passion I've never seen from him.

He wreaks havoc on my senses, his hands on my body, his lips on my flesh, kisses unrelenting.

"Come for me," He purrs in my ear, his fingers rubbing my core. "Give it all to me."

"Oh Maureen. You love me don't you?"

I can't answer, his lips against mine, oppressive now.

He walks me toward the bed, his skin on mine. When did he undress?

He gives me everything, with so much passion. So much love. I fall into his arms, melting against him.