Meus es tu omnia- You are my everything
“It should be a sin for you to wear that dress outside of this room,” Chaos growled, his eyes dark with lust. “I don’t know.... I think I might wear it again next weekend.” Chaos was against me in a flash, wings exploding from his back as he wrapped them around me, and clawed the dress into tiny shreds, “Never. Again,” he nipped my earlobe. Scraps of shiny black fabric fell at my feet, “I think I like this outfit much better,” Chaos tilted my face to his, winking. His eyes followed my tongue as it darted out to moisten my suddenly dry lips. “For next weekend?” I glanced down eyeing my nearly nude form, “I think that it’s a bit scandalous personally....” “You are trouble, kitten,” Chaos shook his head playfully. His lips curled into a sexy grin, and I swear, I could have melted right there, “I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he held up his right hand, “You see this thing? Nothing compared to you.” A soft giggle escaped my lips as I stared at him. Never in my life would
Waking up wrapped in Chaos’ arms has flashes of last night flooding my mind. Ezra and Tessa taking me out. Chaos showing up. Our sex. Goddess, the sex. Slipping out of bed, I tiptoed to the bathroom to clean up before heading down for breakfast. I knew there was about to be an onslaught of problems waiting for me today. I was meant to be the perfect Queen. Do as you’re told. Wear something that will make the Kingdom proud. Don’t show weakness. Surely my mother would consider last night a moment of weakness. She would never understand the dynamic of Chaos, Elliot, and I. I’m happy, but happiness has never been the goal for me. Not in her eyes anyways. But now that I know she’s not my real mother, I understand why she’s always hated me. I just wish she would have chosen distance over brutality. I can’t imagine treating a child the way that she treated me; no matter the circumstances. My mind travels to the orphanage. To Finnley. I’ve been so wrapped up in the mess of my life that
“Moira, you continue to outdo yourself,” my voice came out muffled as muffin crumbs fell from my mouth as I spoke and I winced, glancing around to make sure no one had seen. Some habits are harder to break than others.She'd added a cinnamon crumble to the tops of her blueberry muffins, and I found myself moaning softly from the taste. “Dear, you are too kind,” she busied herself mixing the batter for her next creation. “What are you making now?” I questioned as she pointed up to the cranberries. After handing them to her she smiled, “Cranberry orange scones. My mother used to make them when I was just a pup. Would you like to stay and help an old woman out?” My lips pulled into a smile as I shook my head, “You, Moira, are not an old woman. But of course. It’s been too long since we’ve spent time together in the kitchen. Are you enjoying being in charge around here?” Moira instructed me to flour the countertop before dropping the dough and kneading it, “Of course. You know me
“Fucking hell.” The sunlight peeking through my haphazardly closed curtains is making my head fucking ache. The empty bottle of bourbon stares back at me in disapproval from my nightstand, “Fuck you too,” I groan at the bottle, swinging my arm out to knock it off of its high horse. Scrubbing my eyes with the butt of my palms, I throw the blankets off of my sweat-soaked body. I had another fucking dream about her. She’s like a fucking parasite that my brain can’t get rid of. No amount of alcohol, exercise, or sleep rids me of her. Grabbing my phone, I see it’s just after one in the afternoon. At least half of the day is gone so I don’t have to deal with myself or Chaos. Hearing him reminds me what a stupid piece of shit I am hourly is starting to get on my nerves. The room spins as I get to my feet, forcing me to flop back down onto the bed. I don’t know what happened or how it happened, but I wish it hadn’t. Lilliana was supposed to be a conquest. I wanted to prove to m
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. My face feels damp as my cheek rests on something cold and hard. My eyes screw tight as I try to open them, getting a tiny glimpse of fluorescent lighting. The bulb is flashing in slow succession, making it hard to focus. The flashes are dizzying. Pushing myself up off the ground proves to be harder than I anticipated. My muscles feel like jello. What happened? How did I get here? Glancing around, I’m in the dungeons. Silver bars line two walls, while decrepit concrete lines the other. The smell down here is nauseating combined with that damn flashing light. “Hello?” I croak. My throat feels as if I’ve swallowed cotton and sand together. The sound of my voice echoed off the walls, bouncing around me and creating the illusion that I was in a cave. I suppose that is one of many torture tactics that we use for the unfortunate souls that find themselves down here. I walk around the cell, looking for any signs of life, but nothing. Not even an ant. T
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. The ache in my head is nearly unbearable. “Lilliana. Please..... Wake up,” the voice assaulted my throbbing head, echoing around the room, "No, it hurts......" I groaned, wanting the darkness to consume me once again. The pain in my skull bounced around like a hot coal.My eyelids fluttered, catching the annoying flashing light above my head. I hated it almost as much as I hated that dreaded drip of water in the corner. Glancing to my left, I see Elliot with his head leaned against the bars, “Elliot...” My voice sounded foreign; throat parched. I’m considering letting that annoying drip quench my thirst. Any water would be better than nothing.“Lilliana, thank the Goddess,” Elliot’s voice sounded almost as bad as mine. Our eyes connected and I swear, I’ve never been so happy to be lost in a sea of blue in my entire life. I crawled over to him, ignoring my body’s protest and reached through the bars. His hand gently pushed my hair out of my face, pulli
TRIGGER WARNING: NON-CON/SA It’s been three days. Three excruciatingly long days in this godforsaken cell. Between the sound of the dripping and the flashing light; I’m going certifiably insane. I didn’t speak to Elliot for two days. His confession broke me in a way I didn’t know was possible. But then I realized that my feelings were my own fault. Elliot told me what to expect from him over and over, but I callously disregarded that, convincing myself that my feelings would be enough for the both of us. But that’s not realistic..... You can’t force someone to want you. Each time he brings up the conversation; I shut it down. I’m not ready. I’m not sure I ever will be. “Why do you think it’s taking Chaos so long?” Elliot’s head rolled to the side, his blue eyes lazily meeting mine, “I can only assume the asshole put some sort of spell on this place. Chaos doesn’t respect boundaries,” he huffed, smiling and shaking his head. Elliot still looked just as handsome as always, des
Elliot looked at the ground before running his fingers through the mess of hair on his head. I stared, waiting for what he was going to say. The more I watched him, the more I realized how nervous he appeared. “The last few days without you kind of sucked,” his voice was low as our eyes met. I couldn’t fight the laughter that bubbled out. Shaking my head, I smiled, “I missed you too.” He relaxed, chuckling softly while shaking his head, “Just call me out like that.” My laughter died down as I shrugged, “If you’re going to tell me a truth. Make it the truth. Deal?” “Okay,” Elliot whispered softly, “Your turn.” “Are we making this a game?” “How about twenty-one questions?” Elliot raised a brow, watching my reaction. Before I could say anything, he read my mind, “I promise to be honest.” Heat flooded my cheeks, nodding slowly, “What’s your favorite food?” “Starting off cutthroat with that question I see,” Elliot winked, “A good burger does it for me. Extra pickles. Pepp