Deviant Fixation

by Valencia Carmelita

  "Infact.." He sneers, advancing forward in my direction. I rush around the dining table for a barrier between us as he speaks. "..I would do it all over again, no apologies.."

  "You're so shameless!!" I glower at him in disbelief and he pauses midstep.

  A sinister smirk tugs at his lips. "Tell me about it, sweetheart."

  "Never again!!" I declaim, shaking my head in denial. "Never, don't ever touch me ever again!"

  His smirk evaporates instantly and the grim attitude plunges his handsome features into a deep frown.

  He turns his face away from me as he stares out through the windows, hands folded behind his back.

  I notice his throat bob as he swallows before uttering in a restrained tone. "Fine..as you wish..so shall it be."

  I'm taken aback by the unexpected response, and my eyes brim with tears as I know why he'd say this now after relentlessly pressing me on for so long till snatching my dignity away.

  Before I can help it, I stammer. "You-You're so cruel of heart, you know that? I'm not a whore!"

  Immediately he pins his confounding gaze on me, mouth agape a second before he shakes his head in apparent disbelief. "A whore ? Is this what's bothering you?Unbelievable!"

  I remain silent through the veil of tears glossing over my vision, my entire figure trembling in shame.

  "You're my wife! I've never once thought of you as-as.." His features contort in outrage as he shakes his head again in disagreement. "..Good God! I can't even think of you and that abominable term in the same sentence! You're my wife!"

  "Don't touch me ever again.." I reiterate through a tremulous whisper. "Don't you dare.."

  He remains silently studying me for what seems like dragging seconds, expression full of severity. "Alright..I won't...but know this, Sanam.."

  "Stop saying my name!!" I nearly shout.

  He lets out an exhale. "It's been noted."

  "Never!" I vow promisingly.

  "But know this.." He continues, evading my emphasis. "I married you and marriage is a sacred relation..I've never ever thought of you as that disgraceful term..so don't you ever think that again..little girl..am I understood?"

  I ignore him and he rephrases sternly. "Am I understood?"

  I roll my eyes and nod my head in agreement. But that's simply not enough for him as he asks again. "I need to hear it, am I understood ?"

  I exhale in exasperation. "Yes!"

  "Yes what?" His eyes glimmer with a sudden spark of mischief. "Come on, sweetheart..say it."

  My brows knit as my face flushes evermore. "I'm not calling you that-that word..You're not my father!!"

  He tilts his head and laughs openly. It's the first time I've witnessed him laugh so clearly, the sound is undeniably pleasant and attractively deep.

  "I don't mean it like that, silly girl.." He shakes his head in disagreement. "Haven't I already explained to you why I'd like you to refer to me as daddy? It's just a domineering and protective thing.." He pauses and licks his lips, eyes roving over my figure suggestively again.

  I look away with embarrassment. "I told you already, I don't want to be intimate with you!"

  "I need to make a few phone calls." He states with ease, evading my words as he strides past me. "Please have something to eat..then I must take you shopping, I have two months off and I'd like to take you places for our honeymoon."

  "I don't want to go shopping or honeymooning with you!" I stomp my feet. He was clearly irritating beyond imagination.

  He ignores my protest as he nonchalantly exits the dining room. My stomach growls when my eyes adjust on the table laden with so many dishes.

  I couldn't help but take the only seat and start stuffing my mouth with everything. He wasn't here to watch me eat, so I took liberation with my table side manners.

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  "Why can't you free me ?" I demand cautiously as he speeds the jeep down the road. My treacherous mind continuously replays the shameless deed we had committed yesterday.

  "Has it not been established already, princess?" He frowns, momentarily fixing his sunglasses clad gaze on me. "It's not safe for you to be free out there...now you're my wife..it's my duty as your husband to protect you."

  "Why don't you do me a favor?" I scowl, holding the armrests with a death grip. "How about you protect me from yourself?!"

  He chuckles softly and reaches out, pinches my cheek. I swat his hand away and he continues grinning like a smitten puppy as he remarks. "Sassy! I like that...makes me want to do the nasty with you so badly.."

  I glare at him yet my heart hammers over his last words. "You said you wouldn't touch me and you're doing it again!"

  "Oops! My bad, little girl..my bad." He feigns an apologetic look.

  It was beyond my understanding why he appears so lively unlike I've ever seen him before.

  I wasn't adapted to this display of open amusement from him aside from that unwanted footsies game incident.

  Presently, he had no right to be so happy with my miserable situation.

  "Atleast take me back to the Nielsen manor!" I entreat, hoping he'd relent to this request. "I want to see Rachael, Katie and Bev and everyone else!"

  The smile on his face vanishes, replaced by an unreadable look and he answers bitterly. "This is a punishment for them.."

  My brows knit in puzzlement. "Why?"

  "For endangering you and themselves by foolish decisions." He replies nimbly. "Foolish decisions that may have cost uncle Dimitri's carefully construed alliances."

  "Don't do this.." I say pleadingly. "Please let me see them again!"

  "No." His answer is stern, dripping with ire.

  "Why are you so cruel!?" I bellow, fury flooding through out my veins. "So controlling ?!!! I hate you!!! You dastard!!"

  Instantly he presses down on the brake, the vehicle jerking in response. He slips off his shades, cerulean eyes frigidly align with mine and the next words die down on my lips.

  He cups my chin in a tight hold with rough ivory fingers, and warns coldly. "Watch that pretty little mouth, dollface..or I'll use it for some dirty little purpose right now."

  I gulp in sudden fright and he continues. "Just because I've given into one of your demands, doesn't mean you walk all over me.I'm the man, I'm your husband and I possess the upper hand in the household. Understood ?"

  "Yes.." I whisper meekly.

  "Yes what?" He reminds, eyes glued to my trembling lips.

  "Yes..daddy.." I avert my gaze in embarrassment.

  "Good girl.." He breaths and reluctantly loosens his grip on my chin.

  The entirety of the jeep ride goes without another word while a classical Russian tune plays on through the speakers.

  Subsequently we pull up into series of upscale shops. He grabs ahold of my hand possessively as we exit the jeep and enter into one of the shops.

  As was the case for the last one, this shop was also temporarily closed to the public for my shopping convenience.

  Arrays of expensive designer clothing, shoes and accessories were rolled out infront of my eyes. Yet none of it was appealing to my disheartened condition as I view it all forlornly.

  After noticing for quite a while I wouldn't pick and choose on my own accord, the demon selects out everything for me instead. He has me fitted into what he finds pleasant to his tastes.

  This time around, he double checks the dressing rooms and has me accompanied by one of the shops female staff members.

  I couldn't even think to warrant help from the staff for an escape since they appeared on a very friendly rather than formal terms with the demon.

  It's only later after we exit the shop, I discover it all belongs to the demon. I had forgotten that he's an owner of many corporations.

  "Don't you like any of the things we've bought today?" He questions with smug expectancy as we exit the tenth shop with bags full of merchandize. "How can you not be happy?"

  I can only offer him a cold shoulder as I glumly enter the jeep. He expects me to be
satisfied with all this materialistic hedonist lifestyle.

  The audacity of his inquiry has my mind boiling with anger, yet I strive to remain silent. I wasn't up for listening to his frigid reprimands or suggestive threats later.

  During a stop at an intersection, my eye catches sight of an immense toy shop across the street and I lean forward to take a better look.

  "Want to check it out ?" His voice intrudes with a certain tenderness that has me wide eyed.

  "I-No..I was just looking.." I answer him as I glance back at the toy shop and exhale with despondency. "Was reminded of my little brother whom I haven't seen in a long while."

  Before I can help it, my eyes shift into waterworks as I look anywhere but him.

  "Somethings may modify today." He utters firmly and races the jeep through the intersection.

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  As soon as the vehicle approaches Bilal's private boarding school, my eyes distend in alarm. "You-How did you know?! Only Rachael knew about Bilal's school!"

  "Don't worry about details, princess.Wait here, remember I've locked the doors and windows so stay put." He provides lightly and exits the jeep without further word.

  The vehicle was parked a few blocks away from the school, in a vacant lot. No one would be able to catch a glimpse of me reclining in it since the windows were tainted dark from the exterior. I wait with my hands fiddling the hem of my sleeves as I continue glancing around nervously.

  Several minutes later, I spot the demon approaching along with my little brother, who is happily licking at an ice cream cone. In one hand he's dragging along a small suitcase. My heart swells with so much emotion as I eagerly await Bilal's arrival.

  As soon as the demon tugs open my door, I fling my arms around Bilal, crushing his boyish frame against me. "Billy!!! Oh my God!!!"

  "Sanam!" Bilal chokes out as he puts one skinny arm around my shoulder while carefully balancing the ice cream cone in his other hand.

  "Oh my God, I've missed you so much!!!" I tighten my grasp on his uniform clad figure.

  "Khhh.." Bilal attempts to say something, but I can sense he's just as taken with emotion as I am while my tears flow.

  "Shh..I know..I know." I say, squeezing my eyes shut. "I've missed you so much..didn't you miss me?"

  "Sanam!" Bilal inhales, attempting to disentangle himself from my arms. "You're choking me!!"

  "Oh my God, I'm sorry!" I quickly loosen my grip on him and place several inches of space between us as I softly cup his cheek with my palm.

  Bilal releases an exhale and then his features contort into a slight frown. "Why didn't you invite me to your new wedding?"

  "What?!" My brows shoot up at the unexpected question from him.

  He gestures his cone holding hand in the demons direction. "You got married to Vladimir whom I just met, but you didn't even invite me! How come?"

  "You told him everything?!" I glower at the demon, sporting an amused expression as he studies the verbal exchange between Bilal and I. It was no less of a surprise that Bilal was referring to the demon on a casual first name basis already.

  "Why not?" The demon counters with a philosophical look, as he casually hooks his thumbs in the front pockets of his business suit jacket. "He deserves to know, he's my little brother in law afterall..a really cool guy."

  "And you're also the coolest brother in law ever!" Bilal beams up at him, earning a pleased chuckle from the demon who reaches out to ruffle Bilal's hair.

  What the hell ?!

  "Billy, how long do you even know him to dub him such a title?" I demand, this was certainly ridiculous.

  "Long enough to know he's super cool!!!" Bilal grins, giving me a thumbs up.

  "He's not cool!!" I insist with an emphatic head shake in decline. "Stop saying that!"

  "Now, now.." The demon feigns a disappointed frown at me, yet his lips remain tugging into an indulgent smirk. "Don't be jealous just because I'll be spoiling my one and only brother inlaw here with tons of gifts while you remain sulking around."

  "What?!" I couldn't believe the audacity of this jerk trying to lure my brother onto his side against me. I turn towards Bilal and order. "You will do no such thing! Go back to school now, I'll try to meet you alone in private soon!"

  Sadness descends over Bilal's features as he glances from me to the demon. Yet the demon interferes with an airy voice of assuredness. "No, Bilal you will sit in the jeep and we're going shopping."

  "Oh okay!" Bilal's mouth breaks into an approving grin again.

  "No, Bilal!" I place a firm hand on his shoulder while giving him my sisterly trademark warning look. "You will do no such thing."

  "Bilal, sit in the jeep now." The demon intrudes, those challenging blue eyes lock with mine.

  "Bilal!" I warn, gritting my teeth at the demon before levelling a stern gaze with my brother. "I'm your sister, listen to me."

  "Bilal, don't listen to your sister.." The demon inhibits him easily. "..she's boring."

  "What?!" I snap at him and find those sapphire eyes twinkle in mischief. "I'm not boring! And Stop telling my brother what to do!!" I look over at Bilal. "Go back to school, Bilal."

  "Uh.." Bilal seems torn from his expression as his eyes flit from me to the demon.

  "Bilal, when was the last time you had fun with your boring sister here?" The demon inquires poshly, raising his chiseled nose up in an arrogant manner. "Or let me guess...never?"

  I aim him a steady glare. "Turning my own brother against me?!"

  "He's right!" Bilal pouts as he licks at the melting ice cream cone. "You never let me have any fun and you're always stingy with money."

  "Bilal!" I gasp in repleted dismay. "How could you say that?!"

  The demon chuckles. "Let's go Bilal, now that I'm in the picture, you won't have to worry over living a boring life."

  Five minutes later, I'm sitting glumly in the front passenger seat while the demon and Bilal discuss over superhero comic books.

  Soon enough we arrive to the massive toy shop and Bilal's eyes pop out in overflowing excitement.

  "He's supposed to be in school right now!" I grit my teeth at the demon. "It's school hours right now!"

  "Princess, you dwell not under a rock.." The demon casually rebukes me. "..School is out of session for the next week over Jewish holidays and yet you want your brother to remain stuck in the dorms."

  At the shop, Bilal selects out the most outrageously expensive toys upon the demons insistence.

  My constant interference and disapproval was revoked by their casual evading attitudes.

  I could see how precariously closer to Bilal's heart the jerks overly charismatic ways were enclosing around.

  All I could do was helplessly stare and frantically wave my hands around in disapproval gestures, yet the both of them would laugh at me.

  By the time we were exiting, the demon had placed an order for a mini childrens motorbike, flying toy helicopter and plane, limited edition expensive comic books and God knows what else Bilal merely set his eyes on.