Deviant Fixation

by Valencia Carmelita

  What the hell is wrong with him??

  Why is he doing this ??

  He's never done this before..

  I pilfer a glance up at him, only to discover a not so courteous expression on his face. I notice the unmistakable gleam of lust in his eyes as he stares down at me.

  Oh helll no!

  I'm not going in there with this scoundrel!

  I take a step back but his hand shoots out, clamps over my shoulder and he effortlessly glides me into the billiards room. It happens so quick, that I'm stunned.

  Across from us, occupied three young Molotov men, engaged in a Billiards game.

  "You three out at once!" The demon commands in his deep resonating voice.

  They begin muttering complaints over this intrusion. His death glare serves to silence them instantly, they rush out.

  He closes the door behind them and bolts it, while his eyes remain trained on me. I feel a lump in my throat rising, the palms of my hand perspire profusely under his scrutiny.

  Minutes elapse as I stare down at my shoes, awaiting him to address me with whatever it was he needed to address. All the while I'm unable to thwart away from my mind, the disgraceful flashbacks of him in my room days ago.

  "You look beautiful.." He finally breaks the silence, voice deviated by a raspy tinge.

  What the hell did he just say??!!

  My face emblazoned crimson, I whip my head up to discover the intense sincerity in his expression. My mind goes blank as a fresh sheet of paper. I have no idea what to say to him. I'm baffled.

  "The second I saw you descending the stairs.." He continues quietly, heated eyes drilling into mine. "Yet the word beautiful does you no justice enough..Miss Kashani.."

  I was certainly sure by now from my face, I resembled a ripe reddened tomato. It was indecipherable to me why or how he could say such words when he has displayed nothing but hatred and recently humiliated me.

  Why is he behaving so abnormally ?

  What's his reason behind this?

  "I-If this is all y-you have to say, then I must go." I speak up in a wavering voice. "P-please step aside."

  "No.." He objects gravely. "I have to clarify an important matter in regards to...that night..in your room-"

  I let out a startled gasp, ceasing his words. Immediate fury floods my veins as I aim him a glare. "I get it ! You seek to humiliate me! I know your sick twisted game, I see through it!"

  He openly frowns and begins to object." No-"

  But I cut him off with my next words, my body trembling in suppressed rage.

  "What is your problem with me!?" I exasperate vehemently. "Just because another Muslim has inflicted you with harm and you punish me for it? I'm innocent!"

  For a brief heavy moment we lock gazes. My words hanging in the air between us yet leaving an acrid taste in my mouth. In that instance, those pair of incisive eyes sweep over my figure languidly.

  And I'm at a sudden loss for breath, it's too much for me to endure the scrutiny of his enamoring eyes.

  This is why it all goes wrong..he affects me so feverishly..but it's not righteous..its haraam..forbidden..he's not Muslim..he loathes me..he loathes everything about me..

  It's wrong! So achingly wrong! Maddeningly wrong!

  Yet at this very second, I'm drowning in his stare, drowning in those intense pools of icy blue, brewing up a magnetic storm.

  Right then a change in his demeanor. A flicker of unmistakable hunger in his eyes only serves to inflict a shiver of desire down my spine. For him, my gesture slips unnoticeable.

  Without warning, he advances towards me..potent as thunder and lightening.

  "D-Don't come any closer.." Weakly, my voice cracks. Yet I'm rooted to the spot. "Don't t-touch me! I won't allow it again!!"

  The next seconds prove how wrong I was when his arms cage me against the edge of the billiards table. I shriek in the process as I nearly topple backwards.

  He presses his body forcefully against mine, rendering me unable to move my legs.

  "Let me go!" I beat at his hard chest, yet he stares down at me unflinchingly.

  "Shhh!" He grabs both of my arms and stills me. His voice gruff as he speaks. "Oh how right you are, Miss Kashani..for indeed you're deliciously innocent..when I'm around you, I can practically taste your purity from the air you breath out.."

  I begin struggling again but his grip on my wrists tightens and I practically sense my blood flow constricting.

  "And you know what else?" He drawls as his lips hover over my cheeks, cool breath prickling my skin. "Since I've tasted from the purity..that drink in your mouth..I realize how fucking starved I am.."

  "P-Please let me go!" I entreat, completely perplexed by his outrageous behaviour.

  "And since I've sampled more than just your mouth.." He inches his face away to lock gazes with me, I gasp at the darkened deranged gleam in his eyes. He sneers. "Can you really blame this poor starved man for wanting more than just a taste?"

  I begin trembling in his hold, out of renewed fear and something else I couldn't decipher. He continues darkly. "That day in your room..little did you know..how fūcking arduous it was..to subdue myself from tearing your innocence away..as the starved man I've realized I've become.."

  In repleted petrification, I continue quietly staring into his ravenous gaze. His eyes settle on my lips and voice lets out strained. "Remains still a difficult task, Miss Kashani...with you in such close vicinity..sleeping just a few corridors away..every night.."

  A sudden loud knock ensues against the door, breaking me out of the peculiar and dark stance I was drowning under.

  "Vladimir, father needs a word." Grigori's voice emanates through the door.

  He proceeds staring down at me before concluding with a devious smirk. "So now Miss Kashani..atleast have some mercy on this poor starved gentleman.."

  With that final statement, he plants a searing kiss on top of my hand and leaves me there dumbfounded.

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  For the next thirty minutes, I'm back in the ballroom. The first fifteen minutes of which I was clearly trying to gain some level of composure.

  The demon's psychotic words echoed throughout my mind. I didn't understand why his behaviour towards me has shifted to such a lecherous path.

  Couldn't he simply find another woman to unleash his sick desires with ? I'm sure there must be numerous ones that would willingly bed him. I'd much rather have him utilize his former hostility towards me instead of this sexual depravity.

  Why me ?

  Because you're Muslim and he's trying to humiliate you..

  I am beyond disgusted at how low this monster can steep. He struts around as if he's some sort of a gentleman. However there is absolutely nothing gentlemanly about his personality and traits.

  He's as evil as evil gets. He makes me sick to my stomach. Evil like him prey upon the weak and poor. It's beyond sickening how a demon like him can take pleasure from such a low despicable deed.

  "Oh my poor aching feet!" Katie groans as she plops on a seat next to me, obstructing me from my inner conflict.

  "Have you danced with all your suitors ?" I ask her as she waves over a waiter who serves her a glass of champaign.

  "Yes, finally completed a dance with the last gentleman." She exhales heavily before taking a sip from her glass.

  "Miss Kashani ?"

  Instantly I freeze and slowly look up to discover those piercing sapphire eyes leering down at me.

  What the hell does he want now ??

  "May I have the pleasure of this dance ?" He asks in a smooth velvety tone, eyes calmly assessing my face.

  I gape at him in complete alarm. He merely extends out his sturdy hand for me to take. I look over to Katie, who's as equally startled as I am.

  "Don't keep this handsome gentleman waiting." Aunt Margo pipes in next to me. I notice her lips almost surrender into a smile.

  "Go on Sanam." I overhear Rachael's voice and find her approaching with a bright smile.
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br />   "I c-can't.." I manage to utter. "It's forbi-"

  "Ofcourse you can, it's very easy!" Aunt Margo interrupts again. "Infact, I'd like to dance as well with this young man Duffield here."

  "Uh, no thank you!" Duffield chortles nervously. "I don't want to."

  "Come here you." She clamps her beefy hand over Duffield's arm and arises, while dragging him behind her towards the dance floor.

  "Well Miss Kashani.." The blue eyed devil drawls expectantly. "Don't keep a gentleman waiting."

  I furrow my brows and decline. "I told you already, I can't it's forbi-"

  The words cease from my mouth as he swiftly grabs ahold of my wrist in a vice like grip and yanks me up from my seat. Effortlessly he drags me towards the dance floor, all the while ignoring my protests. But once we reach the middle of the dance floor, I'm abruptly aware of all the keen eyes of the soirée guests set on us.

  "I can't do this!" I hiss in repleted fury at him, as he smugly takes ahold of one of my hands while placing his other hand at my lower back. Then he pulls me against his towering solid frame and I let out a gasp. "Please! This is forbidden!"

  "Forbidden only because we're in public, Miss Kashani?" He questions with a fiendish smirk as he begins moving us to the melody playing. "For I certainly remember you've enjoyed with me far more forbidden actions than this in private."

  "You conniving scoundrel! You forced me like you're doing right now!" I growl in a low tone, as he languidly has me swaying with him before he effortlessly twirls me out.

  As he twirls me back against him, he conceitedly remarks. "My forceful skills sure had you panting for more, Miss Kashani.."

  "Don't flatter yourself!" I retort while my face flushes even more scarlet. "I didn't want it!"

  Abruptly he tilts me all the way backwards and I let out a gasp as I clutch at the front of his business suit shirt for support. He holds me down by my waist while looking me in the eyes, he replies huskily. "Indeed you wanted more..you were grasping onto my shirtfront pulling me in as you are now..you were breathless and your eyes expressed desire as you are now..so let's not lie to ourselves Miss Kashani."

  Before I could snap a response in return, he pulls me back to my feet abruptly. My head spinning from the dizziness as he begins manoeuvring us around the dance floor in very fluid movements.

  He was starting to pick up pace along with music, all the while his eyes were firmly set on me. The ballroom elapsed around us in a blur. I couldn't handle being so closely pressed against him. I could only do but one thing, I squeeze my eyes shut. My heart hammering wildly.

  When the dance arrives to completion, there is a booming round of applause from the guests. Completely flustered, I gaze over at them and bashfully avert my vision to my shoes. I discover that the entire ballrooms attention was directed on the both of us.

  I yank my hand out of his slackened grip and sprint away from him. As I'm rushing away, I pilfer a look back. He's staring straight at me with a powerful intensity, oblivious to all the people applauding him. A shiver runs down my spine.

  "Oh my God that was amazing!!" Bev shrieks while clasping me against her for an embrace. "Come on, let's get to the dining hall now!"

  Some fifteen minutes later, I'm seated at the very middle of the dining table with Bev. I had insisted to her that I desired not to be seated at the far left end. She had questioned why, but I refused to answer and finally she had relented.

  Man all of these people are stubborn as hell!!

  Ofcourse I couldn't admit to her the reason I declined sitting there, was him. I refused to be subjected to his constant stares while I ate.

  I was quite hungry and I desired to to eat in peace.

  The dining hall begins to fill up fast. I spot Katie and Serge approaching us, and Bev waves them over anyway. The both of them take seats across from us.

  Katie begins gossiping about some of the suitors as soon as the dining hall is over flowing with abundant voices to drown hers out.

  Serge persistently makes fun of her and she smacks at his upper arm in frustration. I thought they both looked cute together.

  The moments don't last long. I dreadfully notice the demon approaching on the other side of the dining table, in the direction of Serge.

  His wintry blue eyes lock with mine and a vainglorious expression contorts his regal visage.

  "Serge, switch seats." He brusquely orders without looking away from me.

  "Uh why?" Serge queries. Both Bev and Katie follow the demon's gaze and glance at me before exchanging puzzled looks.

  "Do as I say." The demon provides him a brief glare before meeting my eyes again. "Now."

  Serge shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly while getting up. "Guess I'll be taking over the Kings throne for the day!"

  As he's walking away, the demon takes his seat in a refined manner all the while throwing furtive looks my way. I feel the heat rising to my face as Bev and Katie's eyes flit between us both.

  What heck is he trying to play at here !!??

  I fiddle with the sleeves of my dress and suddenly feel hot beneath my hijab while under his microscopic scrutiny.

  Soon the dining table has been completely seated. The maidservants began rolling in the trolleys stacked with platters of varying dishes.

  Within the next five minutes, clinking of eating utensils along with boisterous conversing fills the dining hall as everyone begins to eat.

  Well everyone accept me that is.

  Bev had placed a vegetable dish infront of me since I wasn't making the effort to select out the meal of my choice.

  "Miss Kashani.." That familiar velvety rich voice addresses and I glance up at him. He motions with his fork at my plate and encourages. "Please eat."

  "Yeah eat up girl while it's still hot!" Bev agrees.

  Without sparing him another glance, I hesitantly pick up my fork and clumsily draw out a morsel before eating it. For the next dragging ten minutes I swallow my food slowly and self consciously under a calculating blue gaze.

  Some courses later, the final dessert is served. The dessert platter consisted of varying sweet dishes. My mouth salivated over the French chocolate mousse cakes. At this junction I feel something sliding up my skirt under the table.

  Immediately, I jolt in my seat and glimpse under to find nothing there. I vaguely wondered if Haruki the cat was crawling around. I sit back up and within seconds, again I feel my skirt being hiked up as if by someone's feet.

  My brows knit and I glare in the demon's direction. A devious smirk lifts his lips and his eyes gleam with mischief as he stares back.

  You a**hole!!

  I look back down under the table and find he's retrieved his foot away before I could see. The dastard possessed swift reflexes and it didn't help that I couldn't see all the way under the table. Unless I slide my body more than halfway under and but that would only draw everyone's attention towards me.

  I look back up and anew I feel his feet sliding over my legs, inching the skirt up along. I glare at him again and he winks in return but he's not putting a stop to this shameless game of his.