by K L Rymer
“Please help, I’m hopeless.”
Her hands find a pink pleated skirt that I’d tossed over a lamp. “Perfect. Just find a matching top, and you’re good to go.”
I search through my tops until I find a hot pink camisole. It’s a V-neck with lace trim. “How about this?”
“Lovely.”
I climb into the skirt. It’s short and flirty, and Babs was right. It’s sexy but not too desperate. Next, I slip the camisole on. It hugs my frame, bringing out the shape of my breasts, and Babs gives a thumbs up.
“Now help me choose a purse,” I say.
She wanders to my closet and brings out a small pink purse.
Then I put on a pair of pink pumps and apply a minimal layer of makeup, then rush downstairs, combing my fingers through my messy hair.
Just as I reach the door, Babs shouts down the stairs. “And use protection!”
I sigh, rolling my eyes. Sometimes it was hard to tell whether she was joking or not.
It’s a beautiful day as the sun shines down from a cloudless sky. Kids play out in the street and I smile. It’s nowhere as hot by Louisiana standards, but I still rejoice, feeling my spirits lift.
James pulls up around the corner in Eli’s shiny black Mercedes, and my heart jerks.
This was it. I’m finally going to Eli’s for the first time.
James gets out and opens the car door for me, and I climb inside the backseat. I turn just in time to see the group of children watching me fascinated. I must look like royalty at that moment.
Just as we pull away, I realise I forgot to brush my teeth, and smell my breath.
Great. Now I would be meeting Eli with awful morning breath. I have no mints in my purse, and I fall back, releasing an exasperated sigh.
Good going, Crystal. You still managed to screw up somehow.
10. Crystal
James drives up beside a beautiful row of white terrace houses, and I stare in awe, wondering how much each house costs. Well over a million most likely.
We are in South Kensington after all.
I see the type of cars outside the homes, such as a bright red Ferrari, and I shrink in my seat, hoping Eli’s neighbours don’t see me getting out of his car.
I feel so cheap.
Finally, James pulls up to the last house on the row, and I release a pent-up breath.
This was it. I would be stepping into Eli’s home, getting a glimpse into his world.
James comes around and opens the door for me again. A wind sweeps up my skirt the moment I climb out the car, and I hold it down, hoping I didn’t just show the entire street my bright pink polka dot panties.
When I glance up, Eli is standing in the doorway, looking prim and posh as ever, and my body screams out for him.
He’s so gorgeous.
His dark hair’s smoothed back, and his shirt looks a dazzling white, a contrast to his black suit.
His eyes never leave me, and once again his expression’s neutral. Yet I notice the sweat shining on his forehead, and my heart bangs.
Had he seen my underwear?
I hold my head down, and slowly make my way up the steps. As soon as I approach, I catch a hint of his spicy aroma, and my underwear dampens once again.
Now’s not the time, Crystal.
Eli stiffens, and I think I hear his breath hitch. I steal a glance. His face is strained as he tries to keep it together, sweat dripping down his temple.
When he’d told me he was sick, I just thought he meant he’d had a really bad cough or something. But not this sweating fever, or whatever it was.
“Eli, you’re sweating. Are you all right?”
The corners of his mouth twitch. “N-never better...”
“Are you sure?”
He closes his eyes and sighs. “I’m fine. Come inside.”
Just as I go to take a step into the house after him, a soft breeze blows up my skirt again, and I squeak, holding it down.
Eli freezes, trembling from head to toe, and I stare up in horror. If I’m not mistaken, I think I can hear him growling.
“Eli?”
At the sound of my voice, he straightens and turns around, his face stoic. “Right this way, Crystal.”
Eli moves back into the house, and I follow him inside.
A butler shuts the door behind us, and I stand inside a beautiful, spacious foyer. The black and white checkerboard floor shines like marble as my eyes glance over clean white walls. There are strange paintings of misshapen faces, and I shiver, letting my eyes fall on the large staircase.
A maid with stark black hair glances my way, dusting the underside of the bannister.
I smile.
Yet she sticks her nose up and disappears up the stairs, and my grin vanishes.
Was it something I said?
Eli watches me carefully from a shadowed corner, his grey eyes aglow, and goosebumps spread across my arms.
He’s awfully silent and serious today. But at least he looks much better now.
“You have a very beautiful home, Eli,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
His face softens. “Thank you. Follow me into the drawing room.”
His tone’s brisk, but I still follow him inside the elegant room and hover by the door. There’s a stunning open-pit fireplace, and a black leather sofa and several chairs, and I’m tempted to go over and take a seat.
But I won’t sit unless I’m told to.
“Take a seat,” he says, going over to stand before the fireplace. He looks into the mirror, and now there are two of him.
Tentatively, I sit down on the sofa and sigh when my butt meets the cool leather. Thank goodness; I was getting a little hot down south.
My eyes fall on a plate of sandwiches, and my stomach rumbles.
Eli meets my gaze in the mirror, a slight smile tugging his lips. “Are we feeling a little hungry?”
I nod. “Starving. I skipped breakfast.”
His eyes fall on the sandwiches. “Help yourself.”
I pick one up, turning it over in my hand. Its cucumber and I place it into my mouth, savouring the fluffy bread. In fact, it’s all vegetarian, and I wonder if he remembered from the restaurant.
Eli watches as I nibble on my sandwich, amusement creeping into his cool, grey eyes. He props an arm against the mantel, looking like a fine piece of art.
I soon make my way through the whole plate, wiping the crumbs from my lips. “Yummy.”
His mouth stretches ever so slightly, and I almost see a hint of his dimples. My heart flutters.
Will I finally get to see Eli’s real smile?
“You have a bit of cucumber on your teeth.”
My eyes widen, and I lick my teeth, embarrassed. He’s too kind; it was more like a big chunk!
His deep, handsome chuckle reverberates through the room, and I laugh along with him. But then he stops, and my heart beats in my ears.
The silence that follows after is almost deafening, and for the first time, I notice the distance he keeps between us.
Could I possibly smell? I did get a shower last night, but I didn’t have time this morning. I try to steer my thoughts somewhere else and smooth down the pleats of my skirt. “So, why did you call me around today?”
Eli releases a heavy breath, then comes and sits down beside me. He still keeps his distance, and my heart sinks to my stomach. Even though it’s only been a few days, I miss his warmth and manly musk.
So much so that it fills my dreams, and I feel that tell-tale oozing in my panties again.
What was wrong with me today? I’m as horny as a dog.
Eli brushes his hand through his hair, letting it fall over his eyes. “I’m... not too sure really. I just wanted to see you.”
My heart swells at his words and I scoot closer. Eli stiffens when I come up beside him, yet I take his hand, feeling that jolt shoot up my arm. “I wanted to see you too. I... can’t stop thinking about you...”
Eli visibly swallows, and I see his Adam’s a
pple shift beneath his collar.
We’re sitting very close now, so close I can almost taste his spicy scent, but I keep my grip on his hand, never looking away from his storm cloud grey eyes.
“There’s... something I ought to tell you, Eli,” I say, and my mouth dries up.
He never takes his eyes off me, and for a moment I think I can see all of my own feelings staring back. Yet I also see another emotion too, one that almost resembles regret, and I wonder what he could possibly be regretful for.
I certainly don’t regret the day I met Eli. In fact, I find it hard to believe I ever lived happily without him. Sounds silly, I know.
Should I do this? Just tell him how I feel about him and get it over with? Even if my feelings aren’t reciprocated, at least I will know then and can move on with my life.
Not that I would be able to forget a man like Eli.
“I... think I’m falling in love with you...”
His eyes expand, and then he completely freezes. He doesn’t say or do anything, he doesn’t even blink, and for a moment I think I’ve broken him.
My heart’s ringing and I shut my eyes, dreading his answer. “I—”
Without warning, he throws me back on the couch, taking my breath away, and crushes his mouth against my lips. Then he slips his tongue inside, and I groan, tugging his cravat.
He sits up again, his chest heaving as he looks down at me with frenzied eyes. “Leave us,” he growls at his butler, never taking his eyes off me, and then the man leaves the room.
We’re finally alone, and Eli proceeds with his frantic kissing, going up and down my neck. He stops on my pulse, and my breath snags.
“Eli...”
“S-say my name... once again...” His mouth is hot against my skin.
My breaths are feverish now, yet I answer his plea. “Eli...”
He gives a delightful growl, one that reverberates against the delicate skin of my neck, then moves down to my breasts, and I don’t even stop him this time.
I want this so bad.
To heck with being the quiet virgin.
He rips off my camisole with his teeth, and my eyes snap open.
What in the...?
The fabric tears right in the middle, and then he proceeds with my bra, ripping that off too.
A blast of cold air hits my exposed breasts, and I prickle with goose flesh. Eli gazes down at me with hungry eyes, and I think they even flash bright red, but it’s obviously a trick of the light.
Then he leans forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, and bites.
I yelp as a mixture of pain and pleasure rips through my body, and before I have time to gather my thoughts, he cups the other breast, caressing the taut nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
I close my eyes, a soft moan leaving my lips. I’ve never felt anything more invigorating than his hot breath against my naked breasts, sending torrents of pure pleasure throughout my entire being, and I arch my back, squeezing my eyes.
The blood rushes through my head as heavy breaths escape my lungs. The tension builds up inside as I bite down hard on my tongue, and then I throw my head back, releasing all over his expensive leather couch.
My whole body trembles as I lay in a pool of my own fluids, momentarily blinded by a bright light.
Did I... just orgasm?
Eli lets go at last, and the nipple throbs red and sore where his teeth grazed the skin, but I can’t do anything else but lay there, my breasts heaving and soaking with sweat.
Those sweet, euphoric waves still rock my core, and I peer up. My heart’s thumping, firing up my bloodstream and blurring my eyes, yet I still don’t look away from him.
He’s the only thing I can see.
His frozen mask has finally melted as he slowly breathes me in, closing his eyes in deep satisfaction, and I’ve never felt more dirtied and sullied in all my life.
But I smirk, biting my lip.
I knew he was a bad boy, but damn (excuse my French). If he could accomplish that with just foreplay alone, then what would happen if we went all the way?
My heart shudders just thinking about it.
Eli opens his eyes, and they’re the colour of a calm cloud after a rainstorm. His pupils have grown twice their size, and I finally see it.
He loves me too.
But he keeps his feelings bottled inside, and my heart plummets. Yet I never expected him to say the next thing on his lips.
“Marry me.”
11. Eli
My words echo through the spacious room.
Crystal stares up at me in shock, looking cute and sexy as hell in her wet patch.
Fuck, her release had been better than I imagined, arousing everything that’s male inside me.
I’d tried so hard to resist her. So damn fucking hard, but her body kept screaming out to me, and I became a wild, horny beast.
I knew it would only take to second base the minute she arrived. I could smell the desire dripping from her hot pink panties when she stepped out the car (yes, I saw), her skirt blowing up like Marilyn Monroe’s.
Hell, I even sensed it the moment she picked up the phone. Crystal was wet for me. There were no two ways about it.
But not only was she wet for me, but she was in love with me too.
Just like I’d wanted.
Her big blue eyes won’t leave me, and they shimmer with that signature shine again.
My dick’s still hard, so I move back, giving her a moment to process my words.
Her breasts are still exposed, and I spot my teeth marks around her tight pink nipple, looking away.
I need to focus now; she has yet to give me her reply.
I still seldom believe what I said myself, but they were the first words that popped into my mind.
Marry me.
I asked Crystal to marry me.
But it makes sense. I need to win her over completely and gain her trust, and thus use her as leverage against her father.
Yet her words still ring inside my ears. “I think I’m falling in love with you...”
She’s the first woman to ever tell me that, and I wasn’t prepared. My heart’s still racing...
I come back to myself and glance her way. She trembles and I search for her pink tank top. It’s ripped and I sigh, making a mental note to get her a new one. I even destroyed her bra, and again, I make another note of getting her one of those, too.
She’ll need a whole new wardrobe if we keep going at this rate.
I pass her the ripped tank top, and she holds it to her naked breasts. “W-what?”
I open my mouth then run my fingers through my hair, letting it fall over my face. “You... you heard me, Crystal.”
Her big anime eyes grow twice their size, and then something glints inside them, dripping down her cheeks.
A tear.
Shit.
I’m no good at crying; I’d much rather make her knickers wet if I had to be honest.
She closes her eyes, and more tears gush from her thick lashes. “I... I don’t know what to say. I’m... flattered...”
I lean back, wrapping an arm around the frame of the couch, and wait for her reply. She wipes more tears from her eyes, her sniffles as soft and silent as a dove. Most women look a mess when they cry, but she still manages to look so graceful.
My chest constricts, and then I wince in discomfort. It’s like someone’s squeezing on my internal organs.
Bloody indigestion again.
Crystal looks up at last, her blue eyes covered by a veil of tears, and I’m momentarily silenced.
They’re as vast as planets.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I’ll... I’ll marry you...”
I release a sigh.
Finally. Phase two of my plan can commence: get her the fuck out of London and to the Black Estate.
Crystal takes me by surprise next, throwing her arms around my neck, and my breath catches in my throat. Her blonde strands tickle my nose, and I turn my head away, getting stro
ng whiffs of her candy scent.
It’s hard to concentrate on anything else.
She nuzzles her nose into the crook of my neck and stays that way for a while.
Her pulse vibrates through her body, and I’m more than just aroused with having her pressed up close. Her small frame fits against me so perfectly, and I gulp, swallowing a lump.
And I know it’s not heartburn this time.
But I haven’t got time for that bullshit.
Crystal and I are natural born enemies. It can never happen.
One way or other, I’m still going to kill her father.
So I lay back, pulling her along with me, and she rests her head against my chest.
Looks like I finally have her at my mercy.
MISAKI’S SMUG, DARK eyes watch me knowingly from across the room.
I lean against the fireplace, gazing into the mirror that hangs above the mantel. A cigarette burns in my hand.
Crystal fell asleep in my arms in the end, despite that full night’s sleep she got last night. Her climax must have really taken it out of her.
I cradled her like a child and carried her up the stairs, placing her under my bed sheets. Thankfully, Olga had already changed the ones from last night. The look in the woman’s eyes was almost comical when she saw the tell-tale stain.
I have no shame.
Crystal snuggled up under my thick black sheets the moment I placed her down, looking so tiny and fragile in my giant four-poster bed, and I watched her for a while.
When she looks so peaceful and adorable, it was hard to believe the powers she was truly capable of. But I won’t be fooled.
Crystal’s a natural born killing machine. Just like her father. And the sooner I get her away to the estate, the better.
Her 21st birthday was just two weeks away.
Yet there was no denying the feelings growing inside. I’m not a complete monster.
I’m still human, and as I’d said, humans love too easily.
It will be the true death and destruction of them all. Right after us angels and demons have ravaged the earth.
“I know why you really did it,” Misaki purrs, a smile growing over her glossed lips.
