THEIR ΦΩΤΙΆ(LIGHT)

You Look Ravishing

JACKY

I enter the massive bathroom to have a shower. The bathroom looks sleek and big with the big and tall glass shower cubicle, 2 shower heads aimed down.

A jacuzzi and a tub that could be used for around 6 people, grey and white patterned floor, white walls, toilet, white sinks with framed mirrors above it and luxurious hygiene products.

Waiting for the water to heat up, I use my time to strip and look through the shower products. I could see lavender and vanilla shampoo beside a citrus one.

I don't know what got into me but I use the citrus one. I know the lavender and vanilla shampoo are my favorites, but I think using his would make him happy.

Not knowing why I care of making him happy. I step under the shower as the warm water washes away all the worries I had.

Closing my eyes to feel the warm water sooth any aches left in my body, I see the red-eyed man walking towards me from behind.

He snakes his veiny and strong arms in my naked waist and turns me around roughly.

I moan loudly when he claims my lips in a hungry kiss; biting, licking, sucking and repeat in a fiery dance that leaves my soul in fire.

He trails his kisses to my jaw, neck and then the place between the neck and shoulders.

His canines elongate and he finally bites into me, as I scream in pleasure.

I open my eyes quickly only to find my hands kneading my breasts while pinching my pink erected buds. I quickly let go of my n*****s shocked at my behavior.

I've never done such a thing ever in my life, and I think I'm going to lose my mind.

Things can't continue like this or else I'll find myself playing with myself again.

But the worst thing is that I can't help it and as the days go, the more these wet dreams intensify. I quickly finished showering and walked towards the racks.

You have to be kidding me.

I found a short towel which looked like it belonged to that bastard. This psycho is not only a bastard but also a selfish b***h.

How do I walk back to the room with a towel that only covers my ass. I don't know if that asshole did this on purpose or not.

I looked around the bathroom but found no other towel so I guess I'll have to run to the room hoping there's no one.

I wrapped it over my already tensing body, peeped at the door to make sure no one was there then rushed out directly to grab the clothes.

I put the oversized white t-shirt on before removing the towel. I heard someone clearing their throat loudly announcing their presence.

I looked up to a pair of dark eyes eying me full of desire and... adoration? I guess I must be reading his eyes wrong.

I was busy wearing the shirt that I didn't notice another person's presence. And that's how I lost it, my mind.

" You look ravishing baby. I feel like swallowing you right now. "

The shameless psychotic bastard remarks bluntly at me.

Asshole, selfish, shameless?

I think I'll write a dictionary of insults for this asshole. I hate it when my body betrays me and reacts to his snarky words.

It's like it has its own slutty mind cause I blush hard and my stomach churns with insects.

I hate to admit they're butterflies since I know I shouldn't be feeling this way nor reacting like a little slut.

" Does knocking the door before you enter ring a bell in your pea sized mind? Cause if it does you're doing a good job in applying it. "

I sarcastically remark on his rude behavior of just budging in a room without knocking.

" Does not using other people's towels and clothes since they're personal items not ring a bell in that pretty little head of yours? "

He retorts with a smirk on his dangerously beautiful face. I think my heart skips a beat for a moment. I rolled my eyes at his stupid retort shouting,

" What are you doing here? If it's that stupid ' punishment ' you keep bluffing about then the door is behind you, perv! "

I make imaginary quotes in the air. The asshole chuckles darkly and takes purposeful steps towards me and I almost whimper.

His dark eyes straight into mine that I find myself stepping back- stupid enough to do it again.

I feel the bed behind me but my body is too hot with anticipation to realize it. I fall in the bed with a soft thud.

The shameless asshole hovers on top of me and puts my hands above my head in a firm grip, pinning me against his masculine body on the bed.

The contrast of his hard and taut muscle mass and the soft feel of the bed doesn't help in my situation.

My heart continues to race as I feel his heated gaze on my rising and falling breasts. He leans in and starts to smell me from my chest, pulse, neck then my ears.

Menacing like a predictor cornering its prey. His citrus musky scent hits my lungs that I feel like not breathing it out.

He fans his fresh warm breath on my neck, awakening goosebumps and affects directly to my core.

Is it wrong that I expected him to kiss my clothed chest?

I think my mind is becoming perverted the more I stay here.

" Baby, you smell like me I love it. "

He says in a low husky deep voice in my ear, making me blush furiously.

He chuckles and pushes his lower body against mine so that I can feel his muscles.

I felt something poking my thigh and I tried really hard not to react and think about it.

" Baby the house is mine so is this room and you, all mine especially you MINE. So you're going to do as I say or I'd gladly pay your friends a visit. Be a good girl and maybe I'll reward you. Now ask me what I came here for, politely. "

He says in a low playful tone but it doesn't take a genius to know the laced threat.

I nod my quickly already fearing what he could do to my friends.

" M...may I know how I can h...help you, sir? "

I say stuttering, tears prickling the back of my eyes on the thought of putting Ceci and Mar in danger.

" Shh don't cry baby, I'm here for you. "

I finally let the tears fall with the thought of him being here for me.

" I just came to inform you that I'm leaving for work, something urgent needs my attention. I'll be back tonight and we shall continue with your punishment later. For now I want you to take care of yourself and don't do anything stupid. Okay darling. "

I find sincerity in his words that I feel my heart string lightly.

" O- Okay t...take care too. "

Forcing out words from my mouth since I don't want him to put words in my mouth again.

He kisses my neck, I bite my lips to muffle a small moan.

He stands up from me, trails soft kisses to my cheek then forehead before stepping out.

The asshole warned me not to try anything stupid which means they could be a way out. More tears keep spilling from my eyes dampening the pillows.

To be honest, I'm not even crying because I'm kidnapped but mostly because I blame myself.

I hate myself for reacting like a little slutty b***h on his snarky words.

His simple gestures, I hate myself for blushing hard, I hate myself for getting wet and feeling butterflies flutter in the pit of my stomach.

I hate myself for being the reason for putting my friends' lives in danger.

If I hadn't drunk so much that night I couldn't have ended up here. I think

she was right when she said I am a murderer.

First it was my dad then my friends, those people who only cared about me dearly. I'm truly an ingrate and I don't deserve forgiveness.

I hate myself for being so weak that I quickly get trampled on. First it was her then that man and now this psychotic bastard. If I were strong enough I could've fought for myself.

I continue my endless lists of reasons why I hate myself while cuddling myself in the covers.

I really wish Mar and Ceci were here to tell me everything will be alright. I badly miss them, their sarcastic remarks and unconditional love.

They've always supported me and loved me dearly. I cry myself to sleep with Mar's and Ceci's faces in my head, feeling guilty for endangering their lives.

I know they're worried sick about me right now.

MASON

I know my mate will try to run away and I'm delighted to make her think so.

I will unlock every damn door and gate so that she can think that she's in control but it'll be short lived.

She's obliviously starting to work for me tomorrow and that's where she'll run to, into me. Into my comforting arms.

I can't wait to see her flustered face when she realizes that it's a trap that she'll never leave from.

With the plan already in my mind, I walk into our room just to inform her that I won't be able to punish her.

I plan to let her know that I will be at work until tonight, instead I'll be in the other room watching her.

I can hear her showering and immediately I can hear that she has finished showering. Every time she has wet dreams with my vamparic side I always know.

Like right now when she was showering. Those damned dreams always make me hard.

Fuck I forgot to put a towel for her and I know she'll only find mine. Mine is so short that I can imagine it only covering her ass.

Why did I have to picture that too?

She runs in the room quickly and wears the shirt above her towel-wrapped naked body.

She's so busy wearing my shirt that she didn't notice my presence in the room.

A warm feeling swims through my veins when I notice she has used my shampoo. She now smells like me and I love it, no Rune and I love it.

I clear my throat loudly to gain her attention. She flushes furiously and I can hear her heartbeat race.

My baby can be a blabbermouth if she really wants. The good thing is that I have my way of shutting it up.

I really can't wait to turn those sarcastic remarks into moans, cries, screams and pleads for pleasure and for more and harder.

When I pin her down the bed with her hands above my head while flushing my lower body against her, all I think about is how I can easily turn her soft voice hoarse in this same position.

How I could make her come undone with just my fingers. How I could make her pretty little head blank that she couldn't know her head in a matter of minutes.

I didn't want to threaten her of endangering her friends'lives but she's so oblivious of many things.

Seb and James will never let anything happen to their mates so they're practically safe.

But she doesn't have to know about it. My c**k pokes on her naked thighs, coloring her cheeks into a beautiful shade of pink.

Every reaction from her makes pride bloom in my chest. Her body responds to me, knowing whose it belongs to.

After putting my plan into motion, I quickly kiss her sweet cheeks then forehead and walk out.

I know she'll first cry feeling guilty for everyone then she'll start plotting her ways out of here.

She doesn't know the more she tries to get out, it's the deeper she gets.

There's not f*****g way I'm letting her run away from me. She can run away from me in her head but not physically nor emotionally.

We can never be over.