Chapter 19
.CHAPTER 19
Six days after I saved her from that shittydick Valerie, I'm ready to go off as a bomb.
My mood is so much of a blast that sometimes I yell at her and curse obscene words to her. It only makes her skittish and sometimes, her lips will wobble and she even starts crying.
She tried to ask what's wrong but I stare at that innocent face of concern of hers, and fucking hate the world.
She really doesn't know shit. Like, nothing. Zilch. Zippo. Nada.
Fucking hell, the devil must be laughing his balls out at me from the pit of hell.
I find myself spoiling for a fight, and I half hoped for those bastards after us to find us so that I'll splatter some blood.
When that sonofabitch Morris came over three days ago to check on the "Refugees" liked he'd called us, asshole took one look at me and burst out laughing.
"Let me guess, you ain't getting some...." He thrust his hips forward into thin air repeatedly, while laughing.
"Fuck you, asshole." I grumbled, glaring at him.
Bastard only laughed the more. "You know you're a good bastard. A body like hers can tempt a fucking saint. Not to mention spending days in the same house with her and not tasting her. Meeeeeehn, you're a good but tortured asshole."
He doesn't need to know I even spend nights in bed with her. That the very fragrance of her has become familiar to my very nose because she lays tangled with me at night.
No, the amused bastard doesn't need to know that.
He went ahead laughing. "Maybe you should make a move on her instead of going around with a fucking erection pointing so angrily at every damn furniture in the house. I'd bet you'd win an award of jerking off at this rate and I'd better hope there's still some body-lubricant around here or you've finished all the damn shit from jerking off so hard. I'd bet you think even the fucking heavens are against you because the girl in question is so fucking clueless and innocent she doesn't know that son of man is at a stage in his life when it's do or die and—OUCH!!!"
He was talking and laughing and obviously enjoying himself going on and on with his tirades that he didn't know when I picked up a cup and threw it at him.
"What the hell did you do that for!?" He shouted.
I glared daggers at the moron and walked past him.
Later that day, he'd grumbled his way back to me still rubbing on his head the spot the cup landed on.
He had told me that Felaray has placed a price on my head. 30 grand for any motherfucker that'll bring your head to him.
"That asshole is selling me cheap. What's 30 grand? I'll kill that motherfucker just for that." I'd growled.
Morris had rolled his eyes. "Your life is in danger, asshole."
"My life is always in danger, dumbass. They should come. Devil knows I need a fight right now."
At that, Morris's lips start to stretch into a smile but one glare from me stopped it from happening.
"King of blue balls. You need to see the doctor at this stage." He'd called me before he walked out of the house.
"I'll kill you one of this days, Morris." I shouted at him.
"Love you too, ass-hat." He'd shot back. "Bye, sweet Lani!"
I turned and saw Lani directing him a smile and a wave to him through the window while coming out of the room.
When Morris drove off, she turned and gave me the same beautiful smile. I scowled😠 at the subject of my damn suffering and walked out of the goddamn house.
All this was three days ago. Three more days later, I've had enough.
No more delaying the damn mission.
The tension is no more in her and the scars on her body have faded.
It's tonight or never, and she'd better want it. Because one way or the other, shit is going down tonight. It better do.
LEILANI.
I don't know what's wrong with him. This past week,he has been the very worse.
He goes off like a rocket every little minute, and when he's not angry and shouting obscenities, he's glaring at me as if I'm the reason the world is a bad place.
I took a deep breath and reached for my nightie from the wardrobe. I don't know what sets him off at all.
Just the very sight of me and he's scowling so hard. Does he regret saving me a week ago?
No, that can't be it.
Apart from the chest burn that follows that question, I know that's not it because no matter how angry he is at me, he still looks out for my safety, even here in this big house that has become our refuge.
I've gotten.....used to him. This past week solidified my resolve that he would never hurt me, no matter how angry he is. And he is always deeply angry.
He will never hurt me physically at all. I've even come to find out that he....cares about me. In his own way, yes, but he does care about me just like the sisters cared about me.
That is why I'm less afraid of him even though his moods or cuss words aren't something to get used to.
But after the first few days, I've decided to take it one step at a time. Get used to him, find out what makes him tick.
I just wish he'll stop being so angry at me. I just wish we'll just talk like normal humans. I know nothing about him.
We have been together for a week, and just it feels like I'm alone here. Unless I hear him stomping around like a caged bull.
The only time I feel better is during the night. I wake up and he's holding me to him. I know it's supposed to make me feel like running but it doesn't.
Instead, I find myself burrowing deeper into his arms. I like being in his arms. Weird but I'm not really surprised.
This past few weeks has been so different than my normal boring life, a lot of weird things has happened to me.
Getting abducted. Beaten. Almost molested. Being shot at. Watching a man die. Being with a man like Zero.
Wanting to be so close to him even though he's not the most normal of humans. He doesn't even know who's a priest. Or what's a prayer. And yet, it doesn't stop me from always thinking about him. Maybe something is wrong with me.
After putting on my nightie, I walked to the door and unlocked it, before going back to the wardrobe to pack and arrange the few clothes I have with me here.
I was still doing it when the door opened. Zero entered and just the sight of him has my heart racing, and not with fear. it has been like this, this past few days.
ZERO
The sight of her in that white long bogus nightie took my damn breath away. There's nothing indecent about that nightie—in fact it looks like a garment from the very pit of hell, bit her body complimented it.
She'll make even a bedsheets look so damn good on a body.
I want her to the point of fucking madness, and this night I'll have her. Her body is the only thing standing between me and insanity.
She went back to arranging her girl stuffs, but her slightly shaky hands indicated that she's very much aware of my presence.
I came up behind her and my hands went to her waist. She jerked but she didn't pull away. I straightened her so she'll stand tall in front of me, her soft body plastered against my hard one.
Take her! Throw her to the bed and pound into her!
I took a deep breathed and tried my damnest to ignore that beastly voice inside of me. Instead, my fingers caressed her belly through her nightie.
"W-What are you doing?" She gasped out, shock in her voice.
"I want you, Lani." There's no point to lie. I'm not a lying man.
"Want m-me....?" Her voice shivered in the end.
I figured that words will confuse her better, so I proceeded to action. The one fucking thing I'm very good at.
I swung her around and brought our lips together. I tried to go freaking slow but damn, if the devils in me knows the meaning to the fucking word.
The taste of her went to my motherfucking head like wine and I kissed her with fervor. I swallowed her gasp of surprise and ravaged her mouth.
As the smart bastard I am, most of the time, I made sure to have the sense to separate our lower bodies so she wouldn't be terrified at how much I wanted her.
LEILANI
I had no other warning before his mouth fell on mine.
Shock and sudden excitement took hold as his lips pressed against mine.
My brain came to a sudden halt and quit functioning altogether as Zero's tongue invaded her mouth and stole my breath as well as my thoughts away from me.
I began trembling as roughly, almost violently, as he pulled me into his body and held me with uncompromising strength as he took what he wanted from my mouth.
My heart beat raced out of time as I felt his tongue slide in and out of my mouth as he gripped me by the waist.
I've heard about kisses like this, listened as the teenage girls from the orphanage I used to visit from time to time whisper about it to each other late at night, but I've never experienced anything like it before.
It was unlike his last kiss which was hard and rough and uncompromising. This one was just the opposite and it has messed with my head.
Forever later, he pulled away and stared at my face. My cheeks heated under his scrutiny. My body felt funny. So very funny.
"Lani...." He groaned, his fingers caressing my mouth. The look on his face should have made me scared but it didn't.
He stared at me like a lion barely holding himself under control in front of food. A predator trying to control his instincts before he pounded on prey.
I gazed up at him through slightly-litted eyes, and he slammed our lips together again.
This time, the kiss was harder but so very pleasant. A gasps left my lips as his tongue plummeted my lips. I feel like I'll combust.
Tentatively, I swirled my tongue with his, our breathing mingling together. I heard him groan deep in the back of his throat, and my skin tingled where he touched me.
And then, my skin tingled in other areas, where shockingly, I found myself wanting to be touched too.
What is happening to me?
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