I was raised by monsters, built around the edges and perfectly aligned voids. I believed in reasons, reasons behind reasons. Nothing was fateful. Everything was pre-planned. I was taught to see life as a grand chessboard, where every move was calculated, every outcome inevitable.
Emotions were mere equations and relationships strategic puzzles.
I was a man of games, violence, and control-though that was slipping through my hands nowadays. Some might call me apathetic. Ruining and destroying everything in my path to get what I want without feeling an ounce of remorse or empathy.
And that's how I preferred it. That's how this world preferred me. A mystery. A secret. A sinful and handsome disaster. A storm.
There hadn't been a thing I wanted and hadn't got it. Though I get easily bored, but the joy, the power of getting things done my way, was beyond the feeling of blood rushing through my veins.
Women dropped to their knees, worshipping the ground I walked on if I as much looked in their direction. My one call and I'd have them line up in front of my mansion.
Except the one in front of me, a pocket-sized girl, raising the vase, ready to slam it on my head.
Her eyes swirled. Those dark brown eyes widened in fear-exactly the way I desired. I could see the panic settling in her eyes. It was exhilarating knowing I could control her emotions.
I stood there, unmoving, staring back at her. I could see doubts swirling in her little head. She was contemplating if she should slam that vase on my head and see if I dodged. My little bird was not naive. Though it strangely irked me. I could almost hear the gears turning in her mind, weighing the risks, calculating the outcomes. She wouldn't survive harming me. Girls like her were their heart's slaves.
I bit my inner cheek to stop myself from smiling and looking like a psycho. When I didn't budge she slowly lowered her hand. Her eyes still alarmed. She thought she could run. Escape a predator. And then bleed me. With her small laughable body, I could throw her over the room break her little wings and add them to my collection. It would be fun. Something I hadn't had in a long time.
"Read it," I extended the book in her direction. She stilled placing the vase on the table and cautiously her tiny hands grabbed the book. Her nails short, and trimmed. I almost smiled. My little bird had now claws. Her hands trembling. Perfect.
She swallowed, her pale throat working up and down the other motion until I almost saw the saliva travelling down through her transparent skin. "It's.... its's..."
"Read it, ptichka." I stepped forward, crowding the little space she created between us. Her reactions were amusing, like a little bird jumping here and there, too oblivious of dangers.
"O-okay." Her lips dry, and I let my tongue dart and moist mine. Interesting. She could be my muse till I decide what to do with her next.
She opened the book, and I watched as she swallowed hard. And then raised her head to look at me. Then she again looked down, turned the pages, confused, baffled, and then realisation washed over her. Of course, I have read this book, over a hundred times, I was the one who wrote it.
Yet she didn't say anything, and I let my eyes rake down her body.
She was overly dressed today, not sure why, but fuck me if I say that red didn't bring out the femininity in her. The flimsy cardigan clung to her chest, emphasizing the shape of her tits and it strangely stirred something primal within me.
The tight jeans and those-fuck me with my ass in the air-thighs. My mind drifted to dark places, curiosity gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. I wondered what colour she'd bleed if I bit into her thick thighs. Women were made for men's pleasure and it wouldn't be a surprise if in a week or two she'd be begging for my attention despite ignoring me all week. I hated ignorance.
She cleared her throat and started reading. I sat there. Listening to her voice and let that sweet honeyed voice sit in the back of my head. She was stuttering in between lines, and her hands were sweaty. Scared.
I let out a sigh. Boring. "You seem distracted, Ms. Rosewood."
She swung her head in my direction and blinked her soft, bright, and fucking innocent eyes at me. When she met my gaze, her body froze, a mechanism her body had gotten used to in my presence. "I-I... I think it's getting late and I should get going." Her voice was stable now, more courageous. The courage I'd been wanting crushing under my foot.
I let a smirk tilt my lips. "Run me a bath."
"W-what?" She stuttered, and oh, did that sound sweet to my ears.
"Приготовь мне ванну, маленькая птичка. Я хочу покупаться." I repeated not realising I was using Russian until her brows knit together. Fuck. She almost made me lose control. "Bath, Ms. Rosewood."
(Prepare a bath for me, little bird. I want to take a bath.)
She bit her lips, and usually, that would be considered a move women use to seduce a man. On her, however? It ignited something primal within me. I wanted to fucking bite her lips, draw them into my mouth, feast on them with my tongue, and tear the skin with my teeth. The thought of her taste, the texture of her flesh soft under my bite, made my blood surge with a dark, insatiable hunger.
Something I hadn't felt in a long time. I almost smirked. Interesting.
And it was the first time I had thought of kissing someone rather than fucking them. The former always seemed pointless anyway. It shouldn't be surprising if my dick reacted to her instead of my hands, which itched to wrap around her throat as I devoured her mouth. The thought of her struggling for breath, lips bruised and bloodied, sent a shiver of twisted pleasure through me.
She nodded and then rose to her feet. And then looked between the door and me. "Do you... need assistance, sir?"
I tilted my head slightly, a smirk playing on my lips. "Assistance?"
I echoed, the word dripping with sarcasm as I rose to my height. She flinched. I took a step closer. "If you're so inclined to offer your... services, Ptichka." I stopped till her neck craned to look at me. Fear and what looked like defiance danced in her eyes amusing me to the point I desired to play with her and she hooked her trembling hands under my arm.
She was small, barely reached my chest, and she thought she could assist me. Laughable.
I let her have the power for a while, helping me up and become my cane. But I had other plans. I was in the mood for something fun.
She stiffened when I reached and draped my arm over her shoulder, her tiny body shivering for a second as she swallowed again, red tinted the back of her neck and I looked at her hair. Again glittery bows decorated her head. Did she doll up to impress me? Nah, she thought I was blind.
Then for who?
She opened the door with her other hand, and I draped my body over hers. She stumbled, then balanced herself to glare at me. Her nose was red, her cheeks burned bright. She wanted to spit fire, but that just amused me more. No woman had ever glared at me. She was the first.
Her anger was a wildfire, something I enjoy playing with. Yet all I felt was a detached curiosity. Her reactions were intoxicating. I wanted to see how far she could go, to the point where she'd become numb.
"I'll run the... bath for you, sir." The spitfire detached herself from my hold and rushed to the bathroom leaving me standing at the door. I tilted my head and bit my lips watching as her thick thighs wiggled. It wasn't a surprise I wanted to bite on them.
The moment she shut the bathroom door, I let my grin widen and lean against the wall slowly taking off my robe and letting it fall on the floor.
Would she run away if I give her a glimpse of my dick today? Or she'd fall on her knees and suck me off? After all, all women want was some cock to fill their holes with. There was no way she was any different. I had seen any like her, feigning innocence, luring men in their webs, and then slurping on their souls leaving them dry and bleeding dead.
I palmed my semi-erect throbbing хуй and stayed on my spot waiting for my little bird to come and get me. I'd be such a good boy for her.
(Dick)
My little bird opened the door slightly, her eyes roaming the room until they found mine. With a sigh, she timidly walked towards me, her gaze flitting over my chest before quickly averting. I narrowed my eyes, feeling a gush of irritation. I was giving her a front-row view of my muscles, and she was ignoring me.
I straightened up, taking a step closer to her, my body towering over her small frame. Her reluctance only fuelled my twisted pleasure. She didn't seem to notice and said, "The bath is ready, sir."
I raised my brow. "Join me."
Her brown eyes widened and she cleared her throat nervously. "Wh-what?"
"Help me bathe, ptichka. I'm a vulnerable man." My voice dripped with false innocence, a dark undertone lurking beneath the words. She hesitated, looking around as if searching for an escape, but finally nodded.
Realizing I couldn't see her agreement, she placed her hand on my bicep. Her fingers barely spanned half its circumference. Frustration flickered in her eyes as she tried to wrap both hands around my bicep and still couldn't.
With a timid tug, she attempted to guide me. I let her, savouring the control I held over her. The feel of her small hands struggling against my bicep sent a thrill through me, my grin widening as I imagined the fear that must be coursing through her veins.
Pushing open the door with her boots in frustration, she guided me in. When we were less than a foot away from the bath, she let go of me, stepping back.
The sudden absence of her touch ignited a rush of frustration within me. My jaw clenched, and I felt a dark scowl spread across my face. The warmth of her body against mine had been a tantalizing tease, and now she dared to withdraw? My hands itched to reach out, to pull her back against me, to make her feel every inch of me.
"Did I tell you to let go?" I growled, my voice low and dangerous. My eyes bore into hers, daring her to defy me. I took a step closer, closing the gap she had created. I relished the fear I saw flicker in her eyes and doubts swirled in her eyes. Confusion, suspicions, questions.
I reached out and without my own realisation, I gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to look up at me. "You don't follow instructions well, Ms Rosewood," I hissed, tightening my grip just enough to make my point. Her breath hitched, panic intensifying in her eyes, and I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction.
"I-I'm sorry, sir," she stammered with a trembling voice. "I didn't mean to-"
I released her chin abruptly, watching as she stumbled slightly, her eyes never leaving mine. The power dynamic was clear, and I was determined to remind her of it. I took another step closer, our bodies almost touching now.
"Now, help me bathe," I demanded, my tone softening slightly but losing none of its intensity. "And don't let go this time unless I'm disgusted by your touch and tell you to fuck off, is that clear?"
She swallowed hard nodding quickly. "Y-Yes, sir," she murmured, stepping closer and hesitantly placing her hands back on my bicep. Her touch was tentative this time, but I could feel her fear, her submission, and it thrilled me.
"Good girl," I murmured with dark satisfaction. "Now, let's see if you can follow instructions properly."
Her eyes fluttered with fear, and I had never felt more alive. This was my first time observing a prey up close; I had always hunted from the shadows, striking my targets in their most vulnerable moments and leaving them to wonder what storm had hit them. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel like a god.
But this-this was different. She was different from the prey I usually pursued. She was naïve, oblivious, and desperate.
I never acted on my impulses, but my godlike abilities demanded unbearable self-control whenever she was near. Her scent wasn't even extraordinary-usually the deciding factor for whether I wanted to fuck someone or kill them.
Lilies, I realised. And something fruity-too sweet and delicate, completely at odds with my usual preferences.
My little bird was someone I wouldn't typically be drawn to.
"Ca-can you g-get into the t-tub?" She stuttered.
"I don't bathe with clothes on, Ptichka." She stilled while swallowing, and I let my teeth tease my bottom lip. She had been avoiding my eyes ever since and this was starting to piss me off actually.
I was tempted to wrap my hand around her throat and have her staring into my eyes for as long as my darkness was satiated. I wanted to see inside her. Her everything. Peel her skin layer by layer. Painfully and deeply.
"Take off my trousers," I commanded after subsiding my instincts.
She fidgeted again. Defiance danced on her tongue, but one look at me, and she was back to being a bird without wings.
I let her hands drift to my waist, and she hooked her trembling thumbs in the waistband of my trousers. Fuck. She lowered it, and my cock did a little Zumba, standing erect against my stomach. This idiot had no business causing me pain, knowing full well we weren't getting laid for the next few days. Thanks a lot, хуй. Perfect timing.
(Dick.)
Curiosity gnawed at me, wondering what expression she wore behind her hair. Unconsciously, I found myself stepping out of my trousers. When she finally raised her head, her eyes were closed. My grin vanished. The fuck.
To my surprise, my dick throbbed painfully at her ignorance, and I rolled my eyes. What was she, a nun? A man was stripping in front of her, and she didn't even want to look. I half-expected her to start reciting the Lord's Prayer. I was torn between laughing and wondering if I should force her down her knees and make her stare at my хуй and remember every single detail for the next hour or so.
"You can get in, sir." Her cheeks burned as her eyes stayed on my face. Fuck.
I knew red was my favourite.
The fire that burned her cheeks and eyes was definitely I'd kill to see, hardened my dick further.
I get into the tub, leaving her sighing in frustration. The water was too hot for my taste, but I managed to drape my arms over the rim and spread my legs till my feet brushed the other end. My хуй still hard and she was not helping. A twisted pleasure that kept my darker urges at bay. For now.
"Massage my shoulders." A smile twitched on my lips at her reaction. Her doe-like eyes stared at me as I just asked her to strip and get into the bath with me, though the thought was tempting. But sometimes she looked at me as if she couldn't understand me, as if she wanted to peel back my skin and see the monster I was inside. Just the way I want to do to her.
Her reactions were adorable. Still annoying, yet somewhat tolerable.
Her soft hands rubbed my back gently, sacred if she put more pressure I'd break. Not that I was psychotic. Or was I?
Oh ptichka, you have no idea what I'm made of.
It took her a while to lather the soap on my back with her small hands. I let my head fall back on the rim of the tub and stared at her. Her hair fell over her sides, long silky strands making me wish to fist them as I ram my-Fuck, what was wrong with me? I couldn't have finally lost a screw or two like my mother say because there was no way I was lusting after this unnamed, dirt-on-my-shoes low-life. But... what was holding me back?
I narrowed my eyes as she bent down, slightly hovering over my face. She was close. Closer than the air I was breathing. Close enough to wrap my hand around that slender neck and snap it. It wouldn't hurt if I took a bite. Just one taste, a small lick. The thought of her flesh against my teeth, her breath catching in fear. My dick surprised me as it stood tall begging for attention.
I grinned. Fuck. She should've never planted herself in my path. She should've never strived for my attention. Because she just succeeded. And the more I thought of the way I could play with her, the more excited my cock was getting.
"Lower," I muttered through an amused grin, and she looked at me, her eyes still not holding mine and my grin widened. She blushed, letting her hands lower to run them gently through my abdomen and I bit my lips and held back a groan as her hair fell over my face. Soft and fragrant.
"Name your price," I asked curiously playing with the strand.
Her movements stopped. "What-what do you mean?"
I dragged her hair to my nose and sniffed. Fuck. Too sweet. Too tempting. When I opened my eyes and looked at her, she flinched at the intensity. Tilting my head, I rubbed my thumb on her lower lip, biting mine in the process. "Your mouth." I paused, enjoying the feel of softness against my thumb, then locked my gaze with hers. "Around my cock."