Kairus
Back at my house I went straight to Azeira’s room. Not bothering to knock, I pushed the door open. She was leaning against the wall, looking out the window that showed the backyard. Her head sagged to the side.
“Get out,” she commanded without bothering to look at me.
Ignoring her, I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me. “Please, I just want to be left alone.” Walking to her, I pressed against her back. She inhaled sharply.
“Too bad, I can’t leave you alone.” I spun her around so she was facing me. Tears ran from her eyes as she stared at me in disdain.
My nostrils flared and my jaw clenched. “You had feelings for that man? Is that why the tears?” I reached up to wipe one but she snatched out my touch.
“You might be a monster, but I’m not!”
A half smirk formed on my face. I brushed my hand around the side of her neck and cuffed it. Azeira flinched. They were covered but knowing the markings I made were still on her sent delight through me. “Just be lucky I didn’t make you stay to see the blood drain from his pathetic body.”
Her eyes widened with fright. “You killed him?” she asked in a shaky tone. “I thought you said if I stabbed him he would get to live!”
“Nothing like that came out my mouth. You stabbed him because you needed to be taught a lesson. He died because he touched something he had no reason touching.” My hand curled around her slender throat. She swallowed hard against my touch. Her breathing became shaky as her chest expanded and deflated slowly. “What does that even mean? I was the one who left without permission. He knew nothing about this arrangement.”
It amazed me that she believed all of this was because she left my house. While that played a small part, it was bigger than that.
I stepped into her, forcing her back so she was pressed against the window. “I guess I didn’t make myself clear enough for you. Any man that touches you will be taken care of how I see fit. You are mine and mine alone to have and control as I please.”
Her eyes flashed with anger as she pushed a heavy brush of air out her nose.
“Just because you say you own me doesn’t mean it’s literal. I’m a person, you know.”
The smirk on my face grew. “No, you’re whatever I tell you to be.” My thumb brushed her pulse point. “What don’t you understand? Once you agreed to come here and be mine, that’s exactly what you became, mine. ”
Azeira blinked rapidly. Her mouth parted then snapped shut. She furrowed her brows while her forehead creased.
“But why? Why me?”
Bouncing my eyes around her face, I took in everything about her—the small cluster of brown beauty marks under her left eye, the smile lines on each side of her mouth, the small flat mole over her right brow, how high her cheekbones were, and the delicate curve of her jaw.
I dropped my eyes to her mouth. Her full lips were outlined in brown into ombréing into pink in the middle.
“It’s simple. You are my toy to play with how I please. Nothing causes more of a rush inside me than dirtying up something so pure and clean. I saw you tonight. You might have hated what I forced you to do, but you felt the rush from it too. I saw how your eyes flashed with exhilaration. You might not be someone who wants to hurt people, but you weren’t completely turned off by it, were you?” My voice lowered and darkened. I tightened my grip around her neck. Her nostrils expanded and her lips parted.
Desire filled her orbs.
“No,” she gasped. Her cheeks flushed warm red. The look in her eyes was wary yet they glistened with interest and need. It pleased me seeing her have an internal battle with herself.
“I can feel your pulse racing.” I tapped the center of her throat, causing her to swallow hard. “And you know what I believe, Azeira? No matter how good a person is, there’s always a small window of darkness hidden under all that, begging for someone to let it out.”
Moving my other hand to her stomach, I slid it down, bypassing her shorts and shoving my hand inside her panties.
“I knew it, this pussy’s soaking. Did stabbing that man do that? Or did the thought of me defiling you make your pussy rush like a raging river?” I pushed a finger inside of her.
It caught me off guard when she pushed herself up and her lips crashed into mine. I froze. It had been years since I’d kissed a woman. Years since the thought alone didn’t repulse me. Need clawed at my insides, bursting through and taking over. Gripping her neck, I took control of the kiss, forcing her lips open with my tongue and owning her mouth.
She moaned and pressed her chest into me.
“This little pussy wants to be fucked and stretched, doesn’t it?”
She whimpered and nodded.
“Beg me then.”
Another finger went inside her. I shoved it deep and curled them forward. Her knees buckled and she gripped my shirt tightly.
I choked her tighter. She gagged and her eyes dilated and glossed over with lust.
“Please,” she begged.
Memories of how hard she came when I choked her until she almost passed out made my dick painfully hard. My fingers quickened inside her.
I dragged my nose along her jawline to her ear. “I’m not gonna fuck you yet. When I take you I promise I’m gonna rip you apart and destroy this little pussy until you can think of nothing else but me inside you. You asked why I killed that man? I killed him because I will take out every fuckin’ person who threatens to tarnish what’s meant for only me to ruin.”
“Ah, uh,” she cried out and trembled.
I grinned as her juices flooded my hand. Her body slumped against mine. When I glanced up, tears were falling from her eyes. Leaning in, I stuck my tongue out and caught them.
“Your tears only fuel my desire.” Her lashes fluttered.
I pulled my hand out of her shorts and dragged it against her lips. “Don’t go against me again or next time that man’s blood won’t be the only one on your hands,” I threatened. I licked her lips, swallowing the taste of her essence, then released her. Again her knees buckled but she caught herself on the wall behind her.
Turning around, I walked out of the room. How I felt right now made my skin tight and I felt like ants were crawling under it. I balled my hands into fists, my dad’s voice played in my head. I brushed my hand over my scarred face. When I was out of her room, I rushed to the one place I knew would drown it out.
“Dad took my violin. Can you talk to him to get it back?” I begged my mom, holding onto the bottom of her shirt.
Dad told me I was ungrateful and spoiled. That I needed to be punished because I had become too comfortable. I didn’t even know what he was talking about, but when he rushed into my room and snatched my violin case from my bed I knew whatever was going on wasn’t good. I didn’t care about the bruises currently scattered on my back and abdomen. I just wanted my instrument back.
When his beatings stopped affecting me, he started taking things he knew were important to me. My dad was mad I wasn’t as cruel and heartless as he wanted me to be, but he was determined to change that. He wanted an heir worthy enough to carry his last name and legacy.
Mom stared at me with vacant and empty eyes, almost as if she was looking through me. “Mom!” I called out, attempting to bring her back. Sometimes she was so drugged up she didn’t know her own name. Other times she was so out of her mind, she didn’t know anyone else.
Lowering her eyes to me, her face stayed blank. Something played over her face. Her eyes widened and suddenly filled with fright.
“Demon!” she shouted.
Her hands went to my neck and she squeezed. “Get out of my son!” she bellowed. I struggled to breathe. Whiteness flashed behind my lids.
“Mom, it’s me,” I struggled to get out. “Please,” I begged.
I became lightheaded and my head throbbed.
Suddenly my mom’s hands were gone and she was flying across the room. “I told you to leave her be!” my dad scolded, glaring at me.
I grabbed my neck, gasping for air. Tears clouded my eyes.
“He’s a demon! We need to free my son!” my mom shouted as my dad dragged her out of the living room.
I was yanked up by my shirt and my dad stared at me with a snarl on his face. “Next time you’ll listen to me! Now get your ass together, we got business to handle.”
Dad was determined to groom me to take over the business. He thought tough love was the key to doing that.
“Then I can get my violin back?” I coughed.
He narrowed his eyes, giving me a sadistic smile. “If you want to jump in the furnace to get its ashes then you can have it whenever you want.”
My fingers moved over the keys of my piano quicker and I closed my eyes, envisioning the notes as I played the song. The music moved throughout my body as the tension released. I flared my nostrils and tapped the keys harder. Music was always the thing that soothed me most. When I needed to get away from the loudness, my instruments reeled me in and quieted the noise.
My dad knew how much my instruments meant to me. He would take them as punishment and began destroying them when I rebelled against him. Dad got off on fear. He didn’t care who he caused it too, but it excited him. He was a true psychopath that caused terror wherever he went with no remorse. It was the reason he was so successful because no one wanted to get on his bad side.
The moment my dad saw how good I was with numbers, he sped up the grooming process when it came to getting me ready for the business. He used me to expand his profit. I used to think it was because he wanted to finally be the dad I wanted, but it was all for personal gain. If he saw me now he would tell me I was growing soft and punish me for it.
Slamming my fingers into the keys, I stopped playing and gritted my teeth. Turning around I stared at the rest of the instruments I’d collected over the years. Standing, I went to my violin leaning on the wall. I opened the case, pulled it out, and rubbed my hand over the fresh wood.
“No one touches what’s mine again,” I gritted, grabbing the bow, lifting it, and putting the violin under my chin, resting it on my shoulder and preparing myself to once again get lost in the quiet sounds.