Velvet Scar

Desire(2)

Orion's POV

Her scent filled the place, suffocating me and making feel weird. She was sitting next to me and all I wanted to do was to reach out and touch her soft cheek and run my fingers through her messy hair. Zelda was very pretty, just like her. She also was very beautiful but that b***h left me to die with a monster. Zelda was just like her, like mom. If it wasn't for that man's father I would've been dead.

~13 years ago~

"Get ready Orion we are going to the park. We are going out finally!"

"But mommy we are not allowed to go out. He will yell again and I don't like it when he shouts"

" But today we can Orion.Today is special. We are going to the park!"

"Park?"

"Yes darling. Park. There you can meet new friends and play with them."

"Friends? Like My Teddy?"

"No darling. Real friends. Friends that run and talk and play. They are like you and mommy and not like Mr Teddy."

Wow! Parks are very big and beautiful and fulled with peoples like us. I tried talking to a friend but they did not want to play with me. So mommy told to go sit in a bench. She also brought a big black bag. She told me to wait for her in the bench and that she is going to buy something to drink for me but she never came back. It started to rain but I kept waiting for her.

~Present~

Later we found out that she planned all this and had used me to escape from their. When that obnoxious man found out he beat me till I was black and blue. Since that day I hate that woman and everyone that looks like her. She and Zelda are like two drops of water. The same hair and same eyes. Soft and pale skin that makes me want to mark them.

These thoughts were agonising me. I got up and stretched my hand because my hand was itching to do something that might ruin my plans. I stood up and started to walk around, looking at her room. I was feeling a little bit overwhelmed with my anxious mind so I opened the window, careless about the contents on her desk. As soon as I opened the window, a gust of wind blew everything on her table away.

I muttered a quick sorry and proceeded to help her collect her paintings when one particular drawing that caught my eyes. she drew me and I felt that I already won the battle without even fighting it. If she liked me then it won't be difficult to play her around. I kept a straight face on and looked at her. Her slight trembling figure made me want to do unimaginable things to her, like run my favorite carving knife on her pale white skin.

She looked up at me and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She looked away from me, embarrassed and seeing that blush slowly crept over her face. That little vixen was holding breath. I wanted to chuckle at her sight, it was such an amusing view but more than that I wanted to grab her waist and pull her close to me and kiss her until I'm breathless.

I was examining her and snatched the painting from my hand and stacked it away. I was surprised by my own train of thought. As much as I wanted to kiss her, I also wanted to torture her till she begs me for mercy. The first time I saw her, I could visualise the way her blood would slowly drip on her, then how her eyes would look lifeless and pained.

I realised that awkward silence enveloped us. I grabbed her hand, turned her around and I asked her

"Do you like me?"

I never thought that she would react like this. Most girl would have said yes but she said

" I don't know. Leave me alone. Just leave me alone. Listen I'm sorry i drew you without your permission. I will burn it down if that bothers you so much."

She pried her hand away from me and started to walk away. When I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me. So close that I could the thumping of her heart and I was sure she could her mine too. I leaned down and inhaled her scent, she smelled divinely. She looked down embarrassed, I lifted her chin making her look at me. Her plump pink lips where begging to be kissed and I kissed her, biting her lower lips and she gasped and seizing this opportunity I plunged my tongue in her mouth and caressed her. Her amateurish actions turned me on even more. She tried to imitate my actions. When we pulled apart we were both panting. She stood still shell-shocked.

I could see the yearning in her eyes and I was sure that mine reflected the same. I was surprised at my own thirst fro her body. I wanted to have quivering beneath under me and have my d**k buried deep inside of her. i watch her face fall and she told me

"Get out. Just get out. "

And before I could say anything she pushed me out and closed the door. I was fuming with anger, I tried knocking on the door but she ignored me. I was frustrated. Now I will vent out my anger and frustation on him...