Chapter 8 Seven

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EXPLICIT SCENES AND WORDS THAT MIGHT BE OFFENSIVE TO READERS!

IF YOU CAN'T TAKE IT THEN I ADVISE YOU TO SKIP.

Annie

They always told me I was like a wild flower and one time in my life, they called me a monster. That word had had an effect in my life and that was when I decided not to live by anyone's standard or rules. I had left home to find a life away from those people who called themselves my blood, I had found satisfaction in the lowly life I was living and the fact that no one came to look for me made it clearer that I was on my own. I found joy in the littlest of things and had given life a chance until I met him.

The real monster who took away everything I ever cherished and locked me up like I was some Rapunzel just without the long hair and the delusional thoughts that she had a perfect life. But maybe I was being delusional to think that I could run away from Dylan Xavier.

I started to panic as fear took the better and calmest part of me. I didn't know what to do, whether to go to the police or run away. Running seemed like a good idea but my legs couldn't move, it stayed glued to the ground. Suddenly, a black car packed in front of me, it wasn't too fancy and couldn't grab attention. I peered into the tinted glass hoping I'd see someone who would help me.

The window was wined down and God knows I've never been so happy to see Dylan. He opened the back door and I climbed in slamming the door shut. I looked at my trimmed nails not knowing what to say to him because I felt too guilty to.

"I told you never to mess with me, milkweed", he said suddenly, his voice sounding dead serious but calm as usual.

I smiled a little, at least I was still his little milkweed.

"I'm..I..." I let my voice trail remembering he hated the word 'sorry'. I said nothing still looking down at my nails. "I fucking told you to stay put, angel and you go off like that you had me worried". For a moment I wanted to believe what he had just said but realized this was how he spoke.

Like he cared.

"Now you're a wanted criminal baby girl"

I shut my eyes trying to understand what he had just said and then I remembered what he had told me when I told him I would run away.

"You're a monster!" I said using the exact words someone had told me long ago.

"How can I be a wanted criminal, I did nothing!" I said suddenly switching into panic mode. "A politician's son was murdered at your place. The camera. You entered the building and the so-called son had run away from home and was staying at your place...". He turned to look at me, but I was too focused on my nails to notice it. "Your fingerprint was on the gun", he continued, now focused on the road.

When I came home, no one was there, I was all alone but somehow I had killed someone?

Ridiculous.

But as ridiculous as it sounded, it was all over the news, the radio and social media. Fuck Twitter, they knew how to make everything worse. I dropped the phone Dylan had given me to see for myself and suddenly thought what difference it made. I was living with a criminal already so it wasn't surprising that I would be tagged as one.

"Well baby , welcome to my world. Seems like I'm not the only monster there is", he smirked and I so wanted to wipe that filthy smirk off his sexy lips.

We didn't speak till we got home and into his mansion. The place was cleaner than usual as if nothing had happened last night. I was tempted to ask but it seemed like he had read my mind. "It was a success"

"Huh?"

"I wiped them all and claimed their possessions since they don't have immediate family to do that. I called off their alliances since I don't need them..." he said rambling on about mercenary politics once more and I could care less, I was tired and wanted some rest.

"Sophia would get you brunch , you need some rest too", he said and for a second I thought he was the sweetest soul there is until I remembered that stupid smirk he wore a few minutes ago.

I walked up to him and did the most stupid thing and if I was beheaded and fed to pigs, I wouldn't mind. I kissed off that filthy smirk. I half expected him to push me away and punish me, but instead he kissed me back. I tugged at his tie wondering why he was always so formal like Elijah Mikaelson . He loosened his tie as he pushed me to the wall, I caressed his neck wanting to unbutton his shirt when he whispered into my ear.

"You're fucking irresistible, blueberry, but I have work to do", he said and that's when I realized he was pointing a gun at my neck. I shuddered letting him be.

Dylan kissed my hair and told me to rest as if I were a child. I cursed at him silently watching him turn his back on me and go into his study. I felt anger rise in me and I knew I was going to do something stupid.

I looked at the time.

11:30 am

There was time.

Dylan

Women were the least things that mattered to me and I could be having a good fuck while working because I hardly felt anything for them. But she was different, every part of her body felt like heaven and I hardly concentrated after seeing her naked body throughout the day. Bringing her back and keeping her alive surprised me to a fault because that woman would have been a cold purple bloated body by now, but there she was, alive and well.

And I was relieved.

I knew she would blame me for the politician's son and for making her a wanted criminal, but I wasn't the one. There were eyes and ears everywhere around me and I was going to find that moron no matter what. I made some calls then relaxed on the chair once more distracted by the thought of Annie, her tender body and small waist that I felt could break if I pressed it too much. That woman was filling my head, making me feel so unreasonable.

I threw the figurine on my desk down and I stared at the shattered pieces and laughed.

I was insane!

***

Annie

The weather was cool as I wore my nightdress and wore that cologne that smelled of wood and oranges. I noticed Dylan seemed to like it though he hadn't said so. I didn't know what I was doing, but I wanted to show him that I was not the type he could trifle with.

"Annie this is absurd" I murmured to myself waiting to hear what my demon and angel had to say about this.

This is ridiculous Annie, can't you reason for once in your life!

My angel said, making me roll my eyes.

You should go... you won't regret it!

My demon urged on and I thought, since my stupid angel made me a wanted criminal I might just as well listen to my demon this time around. I sighed as I marched to the dining table to have dinner with him.

I sat opposite him and I could sense his gaze at my chest, boring holes into them. If this was how seduction was, then I guess I might be doing a good job. "How was work?" I asked first as I ate, he looked surprised for a second then his normal dark expression returned. "It was good", he said, eating calmly. I noticed there were no peas after that day I told him I hated it even on his plates and when the cook bought a bag of canned peas, he had her throw it all out. "Well, my day was boring... Can I sit beside you?" I asked in my sweetest voice and he seemed rather confused but nodded still eating 'calmly'. I took my plate and sat beside him smiling widely.

We were quiet for a while and I knew it was my time to make a move. I put my legs on him and I heard a soft groan escape his lips, but he was still eating.

Calmly.

I slid my hands into his pants rubbing his balls, but he was calm. I shut my eyes and kissed him. He tasted like heaven and I almost lost control when I remembered my goal... turn the fucker on and leave him just like he did to me.

I go down the table unbuckling his belt and throwing it somewhere on the floor, I rubbed his slit and put his dick in my mouth and he groaned.

I smiled. It was working.

"Fuck" I heard him say as he pushed my head to go quickly. Then I knew it was time to leave. I stood suddenly and made to leave, but he muttered something I didn't quite understand. The dinning room door shut! All my senses came alive and I knew instantly that I had fucking messed with the wrong guy.

"Come", he said and I shivered. We couldn't possibly do it in the dinning room or at least we should finish our meal. I walked timidly to him and he motioned for me to kneel down. "Suck it till I cum, I fucking give you thirty goddamned minutes!" He growled.

I fucking hate myself.

I put his dick into my mouth and sucked the life out it... or out of me because for twenty five minutes, he was still eating calmly, not even a moan out from his lips.

Fuck you!

I gasped for air and continued doing what I could do best, but he didn't even stir.

Thirty five minutes gone.

"My turn", he muttered picking me up like a light paper and throwing me on the table, plates fell to the ground and shattered. He tore my gown opened my legs wide and immediately he put his tongue in me, I moaned.

"Asshole" I cursed but he kept sucking me till I cummed. "You're a bad girl", he said turning me over as my hand pushed down a hot bowl of soup. Shit. It hurt but strangely, it felt so good... so damn hot. He put his finger inside me and I moaned wanting more. He grinned taking of his shirt and gagging my mouth. "Moan again and I rip your fucking pussy off" he said. I gulped.

He put two fingers, moving it slowly in and then fast, I was shaking because no one wanted her pussy ripped off. Then he put three, then four, then he put five fingers in going in and out of me like I was some highschool hallway. And then he fist fucked me. I bit into the clothe shaking and loving it all together. I hold his head and suddenly knew the mistake I had done. He took my clothing and tied my hands telling me not to fudging move.

I watched him breathing heavily take an alcohol bottle and put the cap into me pushing it down and I held my breath wishing to die and also wishing he didn't stop. " Now baby, close your eyes, this might be painful", he said and I shut my eyes. I felt a cut at my pussy and I bit the clothing whimpering wondering what the fuck he was doing. I opened my eyes and he was using a broken glass to cut me... fear filled me entirely and I wanted to scream but couldn't. Then he sucked it and a rush of pleasure filled me to the extent that I couldn't hold myself any longer.

I fucking wanted more.

More injury... more ecstasy. He was good at what he did no doubt. Everywhere was silent until he turned me over and took his belt and lashed me for being a bad girl. I whimpered.

"I'm going to fucking rip you, my beautiful toy", he said spanking me with his hands now and using the belt to rub my pussy. I had cummed and squirted more than five times now and I was feeling dizzy.

I watched him untie my hands and remove the clothe from my mouth... I never knew his eyes could be so beautiful and dangerous. He kissed me and I fell asleep.