Into the deep we go: Falling for you is so wrong

Scream For Me Baby

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Never in her life had she imagined that she could be so enraged and turned on at the same time, Lilith, despite her fuming state of boiling rage was left feeling so flustered and frustrated that her head was reeling.

Ambrose had completely shifted in his personality, where there was previously such a profound kindness and longing in his eyes. It had been replaced by a dangerous intensity that lingered in the confines of her mind, imprinted on her brain so much so that his smoldering gaze and gunmetal eyes had crept into every nook and cranny of her consciousness.

She was rattled to the bone, and contemplating her next move as if she had just stepped foot in a lion's den and had to secure a safe exit. She had not felt afraid to be in his presence for one moment. Until last night, but simultaneously Lilith could not deny or refute the fact that she was now inexplicably drawn to this side of him. There had to be something inherently wrong with her, who in their right mind would be dripping in a pool of their own saliva when frightened to their core?

Perhaps now that he had let his "perfect" persona slip to reveal his true colours, Lilith had become fascinated by it. Though she still had to be smart about it, trading one volatile environment for the next was not on her agenda, and escaping yet again only to now have two males hunting you down would not be preferable in any way.

Nor would it be smart, but then again, Ambrose did in no way have that abusive s**t stain's personality, no in fact he only radiated pure dominance, a dark energy magnetised by his ability to hold on to an intricately constructed restraint on his desires. lilith wanted to see how much more lay beneath the surface, would it be a dangerous game? Perhaps, but she did love games, and so far playing with him had been the most fun she'd had in years and years.

Teasing and testing the tightness of his leash was something she did not want to deny herself. Perhaps she had indeed lost her mind, maybe she swallowed too much seawater that initial night. But godsdamnit she was a woman with very few inhibitions, or a sense of danger it would seem.

And besides, he had angered her beyond reproach with his actions, she was not his prisoner, she had undeniably become more than a guest, so why was she not "allowed' to have a gentleman caller?

When he had free reign to gallivant over town and do whatever nasty business she could quite literally smell on him. No, she would not stand for his territorial male ego nonsense, they were nothing to one another, merely play things, not even friends. So there were no obligations other than what circumstance dictated. If he wanted to play dirty, she would fire back with everything she had.

As those thoughts swirled in her head she felt a tug beneath the surface of her skin, as if every fiber of her being yelled at her to not escalate the situation, as if advising her to pick a more rational path, to give in to that nagging feeling at the back of her mind. Every part of her begged her to yield to whatever was brewing behind the curtain.

Every part except the one in between her legs that is, she was no better than a caveman, giving the wheel to her primal urges and letting them dictate her emotions and actions. But fighting against her urges had never turned out to be favourable, not for anyone involved. She had fought against her instincts with Jack and look where that got her. Docile, easily controlled, and miserably broken, she would no longer be a victim of circumstance. That was a decision she made that night on the beach when Amrose had unfortunately saved her useless life.

So with that in mind, and ignoring that annoying relentless onslaught of rationale, she reformulated her approach. He wanted to change the rules, well she would amend them as well, and she'd never yield again. Not to him, not to anyone, ever...

"f*****g perfect!" Lilith huffed out unceremoniously when she could once again not turn the tap on her tub. The damn thing just would not give. Annoyance pricked at her and she became increasingly more frustrated. Ambrose had said that he fixed the damn thing, but clearly, he knew jack s**t about plumbing, not that she was any better, but with all the money he clearly had, why wouldn't he just pay for it to be fixed?

She reluctantly gave up before she'd just rip the thing out of the wall and gathered her toiletries in her arms to go downstairs and use the shower in the hall. Then a wonderous idea popped into her head. She remembered vaguely that Ambrose had spoken about a hot spring just a few minutes walk from the house.

Lilith had been cooped up for far too long in the damned place and she needed to breathe in the open air, feel the glory of nature cascade over her in a gentle embrace. So she settled on the idea of rather going for a dip in the naturally heated waters that the earth provided, and practically beamed at the idea, plus as an added benefit, it would give Ambrose quite the shock if she just disappeared, and that was the linchpin in her plan.

Make him sweat a bit at least.

So off she went, leaving without a word and skipping merely out onto the beach and off into the woods for some much-needed nature therapy. Luckily all the pain from her broken foot had subsided to the point of a barely detectable ache if she walked slightly wrong, so with that not holding her back, and nothing else holding her back either, she followed the hidden trail all the way through despite it being winter quite the lush green pine trees that lined the beach.

Lilith walked with a skip in her step, awestruck by the magnificent beauty of this glorious plot of land, it was akin to a fairytale world. Some trees further into the forest had a slight dusting of snow-capped at the very top of the branches, and everywhere she looked there were white flowers and little mushrooms growing across the forest floor, the vibrant green a stark contrast to the pure white of the flora. It was utterly breathtaking by the time she reached her destination, the hot spring was no bigger than a small pool but steamed and glistened in the morning light reflected on the water's surface.

As she began to disrobe the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, a chill crept up her spine and her senses pricked, every sound suddenly made her flinch, every shadow became a threat, and she could've sworn that she felt eyes drilling into the back of her skull. Her movements became strained and her breathing constricted as her heart beat reverently in her chest.

She strained her ears for a moment, trying to located the source of her unease, but she saw nothing, not being able to shake the feeling Lilith picked up a small put horribly sharp knife from her bag and concealed it with her palm and forearm, if someone wanted to f**k with her today, she'd make them beg for mercy in their own blood.

Before she could even contemplate her murder strategy further a swift movement had her sidestepping unnaturally fast, it was like she moved before it had even thought of doing so first, she just felt a gush of wind and a few twigs snapping next to her, her feet were steady and her instincts had kicked in, instincts she did not know she possessed.

But as she turned swiftly, angling the knife and widening her stance, she almost burst out laughing at the sight in front of her, a beautiful stag stood just a couple of feet from her, the creature stared at her offensive form for a while, then it huffed at her and went on it's way, not a care in the world and definitely not very concerned with Lilith.

She chuckled a bit to her own stupidity, but eventually stripped naked and waded into the becoming of the pool. Her muscles instantly relaxed and she allowed the heat to wash over her, her hand never leaving the knife as she still felt goosebumps all over her body, despite the warmth, the feeling of eyes had not subsided, and she had her guard up. But whatever was watching her, would not keep her from her indulgence, so she tried to ignore it.

Along with her sudden very newly acquired reflexes and top-tier reaction speed, she swore it had to have been something to do with the abundance of fresh air and natural wonders that surrounded her, her hearing was better, her movements light and as quick as lightning, she was even sure that her eyesight had been improved, whatever it was, she welcomed it and pitted whom or whatever had tried to sneak a peek at her, for their sake she hoped they would be long gone. For her entire body felt more in tune with the world around her, her muscles felt stronger, her veins felt like they were pumping magic rather than blood and her senses were harmoniously working together with her mind, much more efficiently than ever before.

It puzzled her, but she did not linger on it for too long as she assumed it must've been her body dispelling the last of the negative effects of being drugged up by Jack for so many years. Or it was something in the air. Regardless of its origin, Lilith savored how invigorated and supercharged she was, if there were any static in the air, she felt like it would ignite as her body sizzled with something electric, it was pure bliss.

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He had been certain that she could not see or hear him, he'd been very careful following her, lurking behind expertly, and never dared to step on anything that could give him away. Luckily the forest floor was mostly covered in thick moss and snow swallowing his footsteps in their cushioned embrace.

But somehow she had sensed his presence, the moment she came into view by a heated pool in the forest depths his eyes had settled on her, locked in and trailed every movement, the way her eyes beheld the thick trees and how her ears pricked at every sound first only listening to the life that echoed through the landscape, the way her slender fingers traveled to her black robe and started to pull at the thick material, how it started to slip from her glowing shoulders and stopping abruptly just as she picked up on something watching, waiting, something that burned to consume her.

She froze in place and did not move, he had not left his location, as he knew that she would not spot him through the thick brush. a predatory smile crept up his lips as he saw her reach into her bag and hold something very close to her body. She was smart he'd give her that, but whatever she had with her would not deter him if he wanted to act on something, but not yet he had only watch her for now, the time would come, and when it did, he would not let her slip away.

If he had blinked, he would surely have missed it, as if out of nowhere a massive stag propelled through the forest, right past him, it was sprinting so fast, if she did not move they would collide. A pang went through his chest and he instinctively moved to rip her out of the path of impending doom.

But as if she possessed some ability of foresight, her body kicked into motion just as the point of impact would be reached, the way she glided out of the way, almost like her feet were not making contact with the ground, her body took up the stance akin to that of a warrior, with centuries of battle training to hone their skills, she had a small blade ready, and was fast, unnaturally swift and alert, her body radiated a fighting energy and skills to go along with it, every part of her lined up perfectly to strike, not even a foot out of place, if it were an actual threat, she would without a doubt tear them apart.

His eyebrows knitted together and he retreated back to his original spot, when the beast had turned and left, she resumed her undressing, and as fast as could be all the blood in his body shot straight to his c**k, he scolded himself for being so weak to carnal pleasures.

But that was why he had followed her, why he had been watching, she was captivating, and his eyes would not stray from her form. His gaze burned over her unholy body and he had to suppress the building growl that gathered in his chest at her naked flesh, kissed by glittering rays of sunlight, a natural bronze to her. Her full breasts bouncing with every step she took to the steaming water, he groaned internally when her perfectly wounded ass descended into the water, but still, he did not let his gaze falter.

Something deep within him was overwhelmed with this feeling to be closer, drawn to her, he could not fight the desire to claim her, to keep her for himself, and while he watched her unwind, his hand slipped to the throbbing in his pants, and he could have sworn he smelled fear radiating off her, it only made his arousal grow, and he had to act upon the way his body responded to her, he started to stroke, deep and long all the while focussing on the gathering beads of sweat on her breasts and the rosy tint to her cheeks.

She was going to be his, whether she liked it or not, his hand stroked his length to completion and he kept on watching until she finally decided to get out of the water and dry her off, he had to go for round two at that, as his c**k seemed intent on causing him trouble that day, he felt no shame, no regret, it was an honor, to watch her and to pleasure himself to her otherworldly beauty, he would worship her from afar, until the time came to worship her from up close.

As she left, he stalked behind her, not letting her out of his sight.

He would never again let her out of his sight.

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The house looked different when Lilith stepped into it after her morning soak, it seemed more inviting as if viewing it from a different lens. Everything had seemed different, she assumed that her heightened senses would wear off after her strangely charged forest escapade. But it hadn't, she felt more connected more aware, and more in tune with everything inside and outside of her.

It was strange, very unusual indeed, but she did not want it to end, was this how everyone else felt all the time? Had she just been so out of it for that long that she did not know how it felt to be normal?

Well whatever the reason she was not about to overthink it because for the first time in a long time, she craved to be alive, the feeling was intoxicating, it was like she had consumed a mind-altering drug that had poured ecstasy into every part of her soul and in turn spilled out into the world around her, linking her to the beating heart of the universe.

Her thoughts of transformation were halted by the scent of strong coffee in the kitchen, the smell was twirling through the late moening air like the sweetest aroma, if she closed her eyes she could invision herself on the balcony of a french apartment just above a cafe, the aromatic grounds tantalizing her senses, the wind lapping at her skin and hair, and the parisian sun cascading down in golden streams, she could pretend she was free, like she was a charcter in her very own film, the world her captivated audience.

When really she just f*****g loved the smell of fresh coffee in the morning. She let the wafts of earthy aroma grip her by the nose and carry her to the source, almost like you'd see in old cartoons, when the character was lifted into the air beckoned by a scent, usually a freshly baked pie left on a windowsill to cool down.

She spotted the coffee machine still steaming, an inviting sight, so Lilith padded over and grabbed a cup ready to make herself one of those heavenly lattes. The perks of being stuck in a house with an insanely wealthy male, however insufferable, had its upsides. He sure endulged in the finer things in life, and Lilith, she doth not protest.

She fumbled with some knobs and levers until the machine roared to life, it gave her a bit of a start, as her nerves were already pretty shot from the ominous feeling she got walking through the woods.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and once again her entire body was on full alert, ready to tap into this strange surge of power coursing through her veins.

"Where. The. f**k. Have. You. Been?" The words came out through gritted teeth, and she stiffened slightly at the harsh dominating tone.

Lilith's blood went cold, then hot, then blazing, like a volcsno ready to erupt in all its destructive glory.

She whipped around, only to instantly be trapped between the counter and the rock formation of a man in front of her. Ambrose wore a look of primal discontent, he barred his perfectly white teeeth and his smell suddenly seemed different, it caressed her senses, a dark leathery smaell mixed with sweet cherry cigar and cedarwood

" And what bussiness is it of yours exactly?" she sneered, her chest heaving, he saw the rise and fall of her breasts but he kept his face trained to that of a scorned lover, ready. to rip any other male to shreds, she moistened her full lips and a heat coloured her cheeks, she cursed herself for being so damned weak.

He said nothing, the ice cold look in his eyes spoke volumes, and she could feel the air turn static. Electrifying around them, it was palpable, charged with so much tension it felt like it would rip the fabric of space and time.

A moment of intesnse stare down insued between them. When no one spoke, she rolled her eyes.Making her annoyance very adamant and unmistakable.

Suddenly and without warning, he grabbed her by the chin and pressed her cheeks together. She tried to tell him to f**k off but hus grip made it hard to form the words, so she just scowled at him and his f*****g unfairly handsome face.

"I asked you a f*****g question" domination eminating from his ungodly body had Lilith in quite the predicament, she felt fear, but it made her feel other things too, things way down below and inbetween her legs.

She continued to scowl at him and stuck out her tongue as much as she could between her cheeks that were being held hostage. Ambrose let go of her face but to her surprise he gripped her tongue in between his fingers, this made her raving mad.

"Ahh that naughty little tongue isint so useful with my fingers keeping it in check now is it love?"

She was beyond furious, so she bit down on his fingers until she tasted blood, he didn't even flinch, just let go. Then he licked the blood dripping down her lips and closed his eyes, if she weren't so damned infuriated, she would've let him do that all over her body.

No Lil f*****g focus, you hate him, stop being horny

He stepped even closer, the space between them a fraction of an inch apart, her robe had come a bit undone in the process and he was staring at her exposed flesh, gleamig from the natural minerals in the hot spring.

His eyes darkened, "Now be a good girl, and tell me where you were, or should I punish it out of you?" his grin grew sadstic, f**k he was hot, her mind wandering into all sorts of forbiden places.

"And what if I'm not feeling like being a good girl? What if I just felt suffocated and needed to get out of this damned house?" he eyed her for a second.

His voice raspy with something that hinted at desire, "bad girls gets punished Lillith, I told you that, is that what you want?" he crooned in her ear and her spine turned to custard.

"I can come and go as I please, I don't f*****g belong to you, and I am not a prisoner" she spat out, trying to regain her composure, but not fixing her robe, allowing his gaze to become even more entrapped by her beauty.

"Well then baby girl, if you blantantly disregard my efforts to keep you safe, you can now consider your punishment as this" he lifted her by the waist and onto the counter, she let out a gasp as he opened her robe, exposing herself completely, then he started to plant kisses from her feet all the way up to her thighs. "you, are not to leave this house, without my say so" he said in between the kissing biting and sucking. "If you want to even breathe fresh air, you'll beg me... on those pretty f*****g knees" her breathing caught in her throat and all thoughts left her head as he nipped at the skin on her stomach.

"And if you dare disobey me, I won't be leaving kisses on your skin, do you understand?" he was adamant, no joking, no teasing, he was serious.

"I'm not getting on my f*****g knees for you you godsdamned self absorbed prick" before she could spat out anything else he had he feet on the floor and her body bent over the counter, the cold granite countertop icing over her n*****s.

"You will do as I say or we are going to have big problems" she heard the sound of his belt removing from his pants, her wrists were bound behind her back by his other hand while the one holding the belt wrapped around her neck. A surge of pain and pleasure went through her when it slid through the buckle and tightened around her neck, it was either pure bliss, or blinding fear, she just really hoped he wouldn't see evidence of the former between her thighs.

The belt tightened once more and her vision became blurry, then in a voice that seemed as smooth as silk but forged in the depths of heel raked through her body, "how bout now, are you going to finally play nice?" as the words left his mouth she felt a sting on her ass, he had sunk his teeth into it and sucked on the throbbing spot.

"You're a f*****g psychopath" she rasped through her constricted throat, which in turn earned her a tighter pull and another hard bite on the other cheek.

"f**k Lilith, that dirty mouth says one thing, but your p***y is dripping wet, do you like it when I have you at my mercy?" his voice was primal and rough, like a crackling fire ablaze with tantalizing promises to be f****d into oblivion.

"Yeah well that's just my body's natural response, I hate you very much at this moment" he laughed, more like a growl of satisfaction when he slid his tongue between her slit, and she had to bite her lip to contain the moan threatening to shatter her hold on reality.

Then everthing stopped, the belt was gone, his mouth was off her p***y and she was swung back around, he brought his mouth close to hers, opened it and let a bit of saliva drip into her own. "I want you to taste how wet you were for me just now, think about that the next time you try to lie to yourself", then he sauntered away, licking his lips and going up the stairs, probably to the gym.

that f*****g asshole, she knew he was only doing this because she had been toying with him, but now the game was really catching fire, and Lilith did not like to lose, so already a plan was formulating in that eveil little mind of hers, and Ambrose would just have to deal with it.