At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter Seventeen

Nervous. That's how I find myself in the bedroom, looking at myself in front of the big mirror. My hands are sweaty and inspire you deeper than usual. I saw my image reflected and was not recognizing myself, everything was being too much for me. The dress is too much for me, it's too much for a person who has spent a lifetime in the orphanage and who knows no other life than the one who lived. Unlike my long, loose clothes, the dress Zyan asked me to wear is too fair and exposes a lot of my body that I've been trying to hide for years. The model is extremely beautiful, however it is not for me, I feel that it deserves a better model, who knows how to behave using it, that you have curves to highlight it. The dress has a large slit in the legs that starts at the beginning of my thighs. In any other woman I'm sure it would look stunning, but not in me. I'm weird, my own high school classmates made it very clear, and a dress doesn't change that, I'm still the weird nerd, only wearing a beautiful blue dress.

I look from the thin straps that attach to my shoulders, leaving my almost pale skin in sight of everything and everyone. I slide my gaze stopping at the neckline which of all part of the dress is the most behaved, leaving gaps for imagination. Soon after I look at my waist marked, being embraced by the fabric, and then I see the end of the slit in my feet, giving the view of the silver high heeled sandal, with some pebbles on the strap close to the fingers. Again I conclude: All this is too much. The makeup even if simple and the hairstyle that Antonia did, demanded by Zyan, in me only further confirmed my feeling. My hair is loose, however not fully, is divided in half, with a small braid well done on each side, which hug in the middle of the head, and to complete two strands framed the front of my face, I must confess, I have never seen my hair so beautiful. Before past situations he was the one I liked most about me.

Weird, ridiculous and insecure. That's who I am right now, that's the person I see in the mirror. A fool for still wearing such robes. As soon as Zyan looks at me, he'll laugh at me, see how inferior in beauty I am to him. I'll be a disgrace to him! He can't show up with a freak by his side. Tired of seeing the clowning paper I'm playing in considering his invitation, I sit in bed with a decision made: I'm not leaving this room today. Whatever Zyan's plan for tonight, he doesn't involve me. Antonia said he's seen a lot more than women in intimate stous. And I didn't get the plural in that sentence, so I believe these women are more worthy to be by his side. I'm sure they're prettier than me and wouldn't be a disgrace to him. I look at the clock and the larger hand touches number twelve while the smallest is positioned at seven and at this very moment, not a second more or less the door opens and i start, standing with the sinful vision in front of me.

My heart misses a beat! One no, but most during the pumping of my blood, where much of it turned to my cheeks. Hot! The heat was present even with the air conditioner on at sixteen degrees and there would be no different way, not with the way it looks at me. Not when your gaze reflects lust, impurity, desire. Zyan might not say anything, but sometimes it wasn't even necessary, because his look told me everything. Even though I was an innocent young woman, I knew, Zyan wanted me! Which was an irony of fate, because among so many women, much more beautiful than me, I'm the one who has his gaze, his attention, his desire.

I'll squeeze the air with my finding. Besides, I note, he's too much for me!

"Oh innocent Luna, what do I do with you? What do I do with such beauty in front of me? How do you control me when you're my out of control? How can I not become mine if your body already proves to be mine? — says every sentence walking in slow steps to me.

"Just do it, don't think too much, just do what you want! " I say looking intensely in your darkened eyes, equaling the black color of your social clothing.

"You are so innocent, angel," he says, resting his hand on my cheek and smoothing it, making me close my eyes. "And I will be your destruction! " he keeps saying it and he puts the other palm of his hand on the other lonely side of my cheek.

"Don't worry about it, there's no way you can destroy something that's already been broken," I say by looking into your eyes and then coming down to your lips, wanting them to get in touch with mine.

"Don't doubt it! I'm a sadist, angel. I will destroy you into a thousand pieces and I will like it and just to have the pleasure of watching you suffer, I will paste the pieces and break again, several times, without stopping, without remorse. Just for pleasure! — kiss my neck and the bare part of my left shoulder.

"I don't care, I'm strong! - I say i don't recognize this desire to have it.

"I don't care either, baby. I'm just giving you a chance to try to get away from me. I said try, for I won't be able to let you go—your hand goes down to my waist squeezing it tightly, bringing my body close to yours—Not when I have what I've always wanted, the opportunity to have innocence at my feet. — your free hand goes to the back of my head, making me sigh.

I should try to escape like he said, but my body insists on staying.

"If you want my innocence so badly, you can have it, I don't care. She never helped me at all, quite the contrary, she just made me suffer—I let a lonely tear fall and he reapers it with his thumb, then leading to the tip of her tongue, savoring her with her eyes closed. Suddenly he opens his eyes, with fury, squeezing my waist more.

"Run away, angel! Try to escape, for you. Hide where I can never find you, so you have a chance to have a good life. That way I won't make your life a living hell! " he says he's moving away from me, but I hold his arm.

No, I may as well live in hell, if you will be my devil—I mean, excluding the steps that between the two of us.

"Please, just run away!

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm here, so take what you want so badly! What your look says is yours—the last space is eliminated by him who kisses me. Who claims every breath of mine. Our kiss is urgent, warming every part of my body, giving me the dazzle of a little hellfire, called Zyan Lamart m. And I like it! Wanting to have it for a long time. His hand enters the slit and goes up to my ass, squeezing tightly the flesh of the place and then he lifts my body and as a reflection i cross my legs at his waist, all without failing to taste his mouth, in a dispute for command. Exchanging bites and scums. With his hands on either side of my ass, he glues his intimacy on mine, rubbing his hardness on me, which makes me moan, he enjoys and bites my lower lip.

"Oh, my God! "I mean grabbing me in your neck.

"No, angel. Zyan — goes down your mouth by the lap of my bount, kissing, licking, and now biting.

"That's so good! — I hold hard in his hair, pushing away my throne a few centimeters, thus giving him room to do whatever he wants.

"You haven't seen anything yet, angel," he says sliding a strap of the wear, with that part of his third present is the show, the bra laced. It growls and bites the hardened beak of my boist over the fabric.

"Then show me! I promise I'll learn fast. — I mean between moaning with your tongue playing with the point in question. Without any warning he lowers my body, leaving me on account of my own feet that were instible. And then he turns me face to wall.

"Feel how I want you. What you do to my body — says rubbing your stiffness in my ass. He sucks the lobe from my ear, then biting it, and says, "Feel how much my d**k wants to get into your p***y, angel—He pulls my hair hard, making me bend my spine. "w***e who gave birth! I can't take it anymore," he says biting my shoulder as he keeps rubbing himself on my ass. I scream feeling my panties wet.

"Free yourself, Zyan... I told you, take what's yours —he slaps my ass, catching me off guard and I like it, actually I want more.

"You are my doom, Luna! — says pulling my neck and taking it against his mouth, where he kisses.

"And I want to get lost in you, Zyan," I say boldly, and he turns me around, and this time I face him.

"You're a little devil, Luna. w***e who gave birth! " pick me up and throw me in bed. "Now I won't stop, baby.

"I don't want it to stop," I say by leaning my elbows on the mattress and i'm getting my torso out, and i'm going to see him take off his tie.

"Forget any fantasy of a prince in bed. I will not be the f*****g prince, I will be the beast, an animal without controls, who will f**k you with force that you will not be able to walk — already free of the jacket and tie, he slowly unbuttons his shirt.

"I'm waiting for action, Zyan. You talk too much, how about doing it, Beast?—and reacting as expected to my provocation, he comes to bed, standing on top of me, that i have the body glued totally to the mattress. Your gaze has the shadow of a flame that is about to explode. And BUMMM! Exploded! And he kisses me, passing his hand all over my body, lifting my dress up to my waist. He goes down his kisses by my neck, then to the lap of my breasts, then lowers his vision to my intimacy covered by panties, which makes me red and close my legs, I was dead of shame. However he opens them, staying between it.

"Don't close them again, Luna. You said you were supposed to take what's mine and that's what I'm going to do—you say passing your indicator over my intimacy, causing me a feeling I can't explain, I just knew how to recognize the heat in that place. He takes his face between my legs, inspiring the place deeply, and out of shame hide my face, since I could not close my legs.

"So smelly! And mine alone! — I feel your lips touch my mound and suck over the fabric. I moan in response, feeling my breath fail.

"Zyan” — I groan your name by feeling your hands on each side of the panties, with the aim of taking off.

"Say it, angel! " his voice comes out so hoarse that any side of me afraid of what will happen surrenders to him.

" kee... — we are interrupted by the knocking of the door scaring me. I quickly walk away from Zyan, getting out of bed and straightening out my clothes and hair.

"Luna?... Luna, darling... Are you there? " says Antonia knocking on the door. I look at Zyan and he looks furious.

" f**k! " says Zyan with a tone of anger, passing his hand through his hair, almost pulling him.

" Luna? " call me one more time.

I breathe deeply and then let go of all the air so my voice doesn't fail and say, "Hi, Antonia, please wait outside—I say nervously not wanting her to see my situation and Zyan's, not after she's warned me. "Is it something urgent, Antonia?” I ask.

"Have you seen Mr. Zyan? The driver's been waiting for him for a long time, and he didn't say anything. And Mr. Zyan is not to do that, he is never late for his commitments. " he says, and I look back at Zyan waiting for him to help me with an excuse, but he's in his face with his fists clenched.

"No, Antonia. I haven't seen him, by the way, I'm waiting for him too. Lord Zyan has called me to accompany you. " I say still looking at him that he laughs at my lie. And I feel like slapping him, but I'm restaking myself.

It's okay, honey. I'm going to look for him again," he says, and I feel his footsteps moving away from the door. And only now can I breathe normally.

"It was close” — I say sitting in bed and like a bucket of cold water the reason again in my body and I am automatically ashamed of everything I did and was about to do. "I think you'd better go to your appointment, Zyan," I say by hiding my head between my legs.

"Repentance has already struck, right? — his voice comes out bitter.

"It's not that, it's just that ... - he won't even let me finish.

"I don't want to hear your apology. Just get dressed, we have a fundraiser to attend. "He says buttoning his shirt and right after putting on his jacket — I'll give you ten minutes to get back on your back, I'll wait for you in the room. — take the black tie to the ground and turn your back on me going through the door.

As if it wasn't just me with bipolar feelings, now I have to deal with his bipolarity. It's not that I'm sorry, the point is that I grew up with some principles and they limit me in many ways, even to do what I want. And if my impulsiveness didn't cover all these principles of mine when I'm with him, I wouldn't have the guts to do everything we did a few seconds ago. Even if I don't want to go to such a party with him, I'm going to settle down, start with my hair, brush him, at least the braids are intact. As the makeup was just a mascara and lipstick, at my insistence, I just replayed the lipstick that mimicked the rosy tone of my mouth. Already the panties as she is wet, the retreat and exchange for another white one that was in my backpack ... I feel ready i leave the room and go down the stairs finding him in the place where he indicated.

"Come on, we're late! " he says with ignorance and walks out of the house and even though he does not want to follow him. He opens the car door giving me passage, I look at him breathing deeply and I enter. Then he does the same and so we do the whole route quiet, feeling sometimes the driver looking at us from the rearview mirror.

"We have come, Lord! " says the driver getting out of the car and then showing up opening the side of Mason's door. At no point did I stop to look at the path taken, was so absorbed with the whole situation of almost having given me to him, who was with as much desire as I was and soon after a few seconds treated me with a nothing. And doing this reflection, I have in mind that it was better that way, he himself said that he usually destroys things and thinking better, I do not know if he could bear it.

" Luna, let's go! —says taking me out of my thoughts, and when I look at the open door beside me, he has his hand outstretched to me. At least you didn't lose chivalry, even though you were mad at me. When I get out of the car and look at the track in front of me I get scared, and then I start to sound cold and feel dizzy.

"Mary's Heart Orphanage"

I'm back in hell! — a lonely tear glides down my face.