Chaos Within

Chapter-5

■POV- Rylan

From my peripheral vision, I can see that Camelia had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. She should probably be tired because I didn’t let her get much sleep last night as I was too motivated on eating her pu$sy out till she has nothing more to give me and also I finger-banged her in the f*****g dressing room which wasn’t planned at all but when I saw her in the sexy lingerie looking flawless as ever, I just lost it. Nobody has this kind of effect on me, Camelia is just different. It feels like I finally found my twin flame. I don’t need to know her past to know that she had darkness glooming inside her just like mine. Every time I look into her ever-green eyes I just see my own self in them. Even if it takes forever for her to get comfortable with me, I would wait for her and only her.

I do hope she gets back her memory so she won’t feel so lost, but at the same time, some selfish part of me doesn’t want her to recall anything about her past. What if she had someone waiting for her, what if she was finally living her life to the fullest before I snatched her away from all of those things? Most of all, what if she wants to go back to her old life and leave all of this behind? I don’t want to let her go when I’m this close to being sane again.

“how long till we get home?” her sweet voice referring to my mansion as her new ‘home’ makes my heart warm up immediately, such a good girl, already making herself comfortable in her new life.

“We’ll be home soon as I grab us dinner, alright sweetheart?”

“Hmm…” she shifts in her seat and makes herself comfortable trying to fall asleep again.

Today she behaved really well. I thought she might make a move on escaping but she didn’t so I guess my little princess deserves a reward after all.

I literally wanted to f**k her brains out for a while now, but I’ve been holding back since I don’t want to push her when she’s already broken inside. I’m pretty sure she’s lost inside her head, trying to figure out who she really is. Can’t blame her, after all, she is just as curious as I am about her past.

All of those nasty scars didn’t implant themselves onto her skin on their own. I want to know her story before I start to break her in order to mould her into my perfect match. I mean, loving a cold narcissistic murderer does cost all of your sanity so I don’t want to break her if she isn’t giving herself to me willingly.

Usually, I force myself into people and break them and leave them for good but Camelia isn’t a person I’m planning to play with. I want to break her and cherish her all my life and afterlife too, ain’t no way I’m going to let her go. I want her to claim her rightful place, beside me. She is ‘the’ one, ‘the’ woman who completes me even though I didn’t even know I was incomplete before she came into my life.

I carry her to our bedroom and place her on the bed so I could go and arrange the dinner, when I come up to wake her up I hear the shower running and my d**k twitches at the idea of f*****g her against the bathroom floor. Too bad I have to control myself until she’s ready.

I turn to leave before my instincts win and I f**k her against the bathroom floor, but before I had the chance to escape, the bathroom door slides open and the time stops around us as we share an intense eye contact session.

Her body is still covered in droplets of water and the only thing covering her from my predatory eyes was the towel that hung loosely around her curves.

Her eyes are clouded with desire as she holds me captive under her unfazed gaze. I almost feel like a mouse trapped in this woman’s hold.

“Shall I prepare a bath for you, too?” she asks her voice dripping with lust.

“Yeah, sure.” She gives me a weird creepy smile as she makes her way back into the bathroom. I know what she’s trying to do and I’m going to willingly give it to her if she asks me ‘nicely’. After all, I have been waiting for this exact moment for as long as I can remember.

I make my way to the bathroom and grab her tightly by her waist, I’m sure I’ll leave a bruise on her but I’m too turned on to care. I pull down the towel and watch as it slips off of her. Her soft delicate skin covered in scars, her breasts just big enough just to fill my hands as play with them, the half crest moon tattooed to the valley between b0obs shinning with water droplets gliding down it, her green eyes almost looking black with her dilated pupils, her ebony hair running down in curls and hugging her body, she almost looks unreal, too perfect to exist.

I thought psychopaths fell for innocent and pure women but here I am falling for a woman whose soft pale skin is covered with scars and ink, looking broken and whole at the same time. Even though she doesn’t remember her past, by one look I could tell she was a baddie who used to slit throats like she slices cake.

At the end of the day, a man like me needed a woman who could stand her ground, a woman who was ready to help me burn down the world rather than just watch while I did all the work myself. I need a woman who can support me and share the darkness I carry inside, without letting it destroy her. To make it all better, I have that exact woman right in front of me. Her gaze held the power to burn me and after being in the cold for so long I welcomed the feeling of warmth.

I brushed my lips against her soft, warm lips, I let the heat envelope me and set me on fire. I feel her moan into the kiss, making my d**k twitch in anticipation. I cupped her breasts and kneaded them while we made out. This was the first time I kissed her. I only touched her but made no move to romanticize my actions but after seeing her flames of desire I can’t resist her tonight.

Her lips were silky and soft, it almost felt like a dream. My body is burning and I’m too tired to care. Everywhere she touches, my chest, my abs, my shoulder, my back, it all leaves a shiver, an ignition that’s going to burn down everything around us.

She bends down still holding her eye contact and starts working on my belt. My d**k strains against my jeans painfully. I’ve never been stripped off of power in my whole damn life but here I am literally melting under a woman’s gaze. Where did my cold personality go? God only knows.