Chapter 12: Chapter 12
Elijah
"Elijah." Her soft voice calls.
My eyes flitted to her bloody abdomen which she clutches tight. Quick enough to catch her as she fell unconscious. My mind ran into many places of what could have happened resulting to a bullet shot, still yet glad she kept her stubbornness aside and came to me. The anger boils in me thinking who will hurt my princess. I carried her to my room placing her gently on the bed. And I see it.
Ugly bruises on her face and arms, her neck reddens by a chokehold. Gritting my teeth, I stalk to the bathroom picking a pair of scissors, some wet towels and a bowl filled with water. Placing them beside her, I work on tearing off her clothes from her body proceeding to washing and cleaning her bruises. Sterilizing the scissors with alcohol, I went to work on the bullet in her. Shivers and painful moans came out of her lips even as she was unconscious of her surroundings.
Successfully pulling the bullet out I clean and dress her wound before sealing the open gash. Why would she be attacked and who will do this to her? I pondered on the questions.
Walking towards the slide doors not wanting to wake her up, I step through the door resting on the balcony out looking the city.
"Aleksey , da , dostanʹ mne vsyu informatsiyu o Nia Badmus . Nikakiye detali ne dolzhny bytʹ oleteny . YA khochu , chtoby eto bylo v sleduyushchem chas." (Alexei, yes, I want all information about Nia Badmus. Nothing should be left out.)
"Da , nachalʹnik." Ending the call I watch the tiny woman on my bed. How small she is but got a fiery attitude, most of the time insufferable to handle. I am never one to attach feelings whenever I fuck any woman. Neither am I one to have random sex in my office with a random clubber. For the first time in my life, I fuck a girl raw and it's still a mystery to me. A wonder to accept I fell in love with fuck at first sight.
The way her body moves with the music as if it was made for her. A seductive vixen is what she is. Thinking only about fucking her brains out, or probably on the disguise of fucking her out of my head. It didn't work. I fucked her and want more of the tiny woman to be in my arms. As mine.
Unfortunately, she left like a blink of eye with the gush of the wind I thought it was mind powers playing tricks on me but the white thong in my pocket confirmed the lustful night with the vixen. I tainted my office and hell I will do it again if it means having her in my arms.
Growing up in Russia, I was told that fate have a way of playing tricks on us as unfortunate puppets dangling dangerously on its strings. That was ratified when I saw her serving drinks in hotel. Red hot boiling Celsius degree foreign feeling erupted when I see her sweetly talking to the boy she calls her boyfriend. Envious he gets to have her attention and smiles but I'm being rewarded with anger, stubbornness and worst of it all, her disobedience. I hate disobedient girls.
She shivers moaning in pains. I walk in taking a seat beside her, lightly brushing fallen tendrils off her face. Picking her hand up, I kiss it softly hearing a delightful sigh. The light touch of my fingers made her still, her brows unfurrowed sleeping peacefully. It sealed in my heart I want this tiny little thing and I will have her at no cost. My phone glow in the dark for me to realize I held onto her hand watching her sleep, staring a second longer reading the information sent to me, I face her.
"Who are you Princess?"
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Soft hand pad on my warm flesh, trailing of soft fingers ran along my chest to my abs. I knew if I open my eyes she will stop so I let her continue admiring my body. I pretended to be asleep feeling her eyes bore with keen interest on me. One after the other, her soft touch run
along my tattoos, inside I smile knowing she loves the ink. Soft sigh escapes her lips slowly pulling away, I felt movement as the covers being pull away then soft padding of her feet walking round the bed. She's not getting away from me again.
"And where do you think you are going?" I almost burst out laughing watching her face morphs into a horrific one at being caught like a deer in headlights. Composing herself by clearing her throat she walks around the room searching for her clothes.
"You are awake." Hunching on my elbows, I watch as she moves from place to place face etch in worry. "Where are my clothes Elijah?" Angry face came to the front of the bed, hands on her waist absentmindedly raising my white shirt on her higher. A peek of her bare sex is almost visible as pert breast bounce as she spoke each word. My white dress shirt did nothing to hide her naked self.
"Come here." She crosses her hand over her chest looking daringly at my emotionless face.
Fine. If she wants it that way.
My tall frame got up from the bed and her hazel eyes follows not batting an eyelash. Getting to her, I tore the piece of clothing off her body. She gasps in shock but not trying to cover herself from me. My eyes left hers trailing down the body that almost got me crazy after one taste of heaven. She didn't squirm or anything, rather staring stoic and mean as my eyes rake over her nudity. She is a beautiful creature and she knows it.
"Why do you keep running from me?" Slowly my eyes meet the soft shape of her face satisfied with the gorgeous art gracing my eyes.
She smirks pulling her hair off the band shaking off the thick curls before looking back at me. "Maybe because you never gave me a reason not to." Seductive words fell out caressing my senses into her charms.
"I want you Nia." Stepping closer till we are inches apart my gaze went down to her barely reaching my chest without her heels. "I need you." I confess waiting for her reaction.
Her smirks grows into a grin placing her hand on my body. Caressing inch after inch till she sees my dick print, smiling she looks up to me. On a tiptoe she whispers to my ear captivating me in her beguiling voice. "You cannot want or need someone just because we had sex Elijah."
She turns on her heel walking towards my huge bathroom. My eyes glued on the enticing sway of her curved hips and butt. Naturally, I am a breast man but this girl have me rethinking everything I principled my life on. Twisting the shower button, rain of water fall on her perfectly tanned skin, she smiles seductively running her hands through her hair, coming down to her chest giving it a little squeeze twisting her nipples. I control myself not wanting to give her the satisfaction of losing myself. She grins trailing one hand down till it buried deep in her sex. She mouths my name in a moan slowly pulling it out turning her back to me. I can't testify what happened in the next seconds but I found myself naked behind her, water pouring down our bodies.
"You are in my space Elijah." washing herself paying me no heed. She is a vixen. One that will be the death of me. I breath in trying to tame the beast ready to bend her low fucking the seduction out of her. Taking a step to move away, growling I grip her by her neck pulling her back to face me.
"One day... One day Princess you will be mine. You will want me as much as I want you and when that day comes I will fuck you for all the times you run from me and disobey me. I will fuck you so hard my name is permanently lying on the tip of your tongue. So don't tempt me into doing anything without your permission. I'm a man not a saint."
Waiting for her smart comeback, she rewards me with a smile.
"Get your hands off me Elijah." She challenge me with the fire behind those hazels, an irritating smile of her face. Slowly, I release her neck watching her switch off the water on purpose just to irritate me more. She saunters out to the door barely glancing at me when she stops by the slides. "And the next time you lay your hands on me without my permission I'll hurt you. Mark my words Elijah."
I grit my teeth watching her disappear at the corner. She knows how to tick me off.