The Guru: Shadow (Dark Triad #1)

5. Deis

5

DEIS

PLAYLIST: WOLF IN YOUR DARKEST ROOM - MATTHEW MAYFIELD

T he evening turned out better than he could ever have expected. When he had RSVP’d, he did it mostly out of business reasons. He usually kept far away from places like the Stone’s, but Julie was a master of her arts, especially the art of persuasion.

The moment he laid eyes on Emma, a deep arousal caught him unguarded. There she stood, dressed in all black, looking like she would’ve been anywhere but there. She cared little about societal expectations and norms; she was an outsider compared to all the others. Something, that made her sweetly insecure, while her dark green eyes reflected the beautiful depth of darkness that matched his own.

You are perfection.

And soon I’ll have you.

There was no way she could leave, and when he recognized her panic, it was playing straight into his cards.

Right now however the girl that stared with deep lust into his eyes, was different than the one he saw at Stone’s. There wasn’t the shy, strange girl anymore, instead, there was a goddess of lust begging to be released. On top, she was sharp and witty, both traits that would make things even more interesting.

Being with her, experiencing her, scenting her, sparked his interest even more. It would be phenomenal to fuck her mouth, gag her with his cock, and choke her until tears streamed down her eyes to the point where the air in her lungs became scarce.

His cock, already hard only from thinking of it, taking in her intoxicating scent, which reminded him of that unforgettable night in the country years ago. A night that bewitched his mind forever.

It was as if he were back there; the pine-scented air filled with the essence of the forest nearby mixed with the sweet scent of wildflowers while the water of Paint River rushed down its path. And then the thrilling scent of burning wood trailed up his nose while the flames, voracious and unforgiving, consumed not only the house but also whispered confessions of sin.

Now that he finally touched her, smelled her, lust beyond anything took over. All he wanted to do was rip off her clothes, take her, and claim her as his. Only she had no idea what she’d got herself into. Not that he cared, but he wanted her fully. He wanted her to want him.

“Tell me what you gathered about me,” he inquired while he held her jaw as a prisoner in his hand.

I wonder how good you are at connecting the dots, ma belle.

And for a moment, she hesitated. A small flicker of insecurity in her eyes, but answered, nonetheless.

Good, very good. Do what I tell you.

“Although you try to hide it, and I am sure most people will not see it, you’re consumed by darkness. You are, by all means, darkness personified. But you don’t fight it” – Oh, this is going to be marvelous – “you embrace it. All of you is dangerous, like a hunter going for its prey. You know exactly how to use yourself and others to get what you want. You are used to getting things your way, and you do not care about the how. You read people like books because knowing their strengths and weaknesses is what’s letting you stay in control.”

Perfection.

“And as you know all that, why don’t you run?” he asked darkly while he leaned in on her, so close he could feel her hot breaths against his lips. The lavender scent of her hair bedazzled his senses. He couldn’t help but lose himself in the depths of her eyes, their dark green reminding him of standing in an endless forest at dawn. A depth leading into the sweetness of infinity with its million shades of green.

“Only prey runs,” she breathed against his lips.

Three words and a volcano of arousal burst from his core, raging through his veins and taking over. Without further thinking, he consumed her.

Their lips met with such force that it engulfed him in an explosion of lust. She, bending herself into his touch while he took her, claimed her. His tongue searched for hers and they engaged in a heated battle of want.

As he took her face between both his palms, she melted into his touch, a deep moan leaving her throat. No, she was no prey. She didn’t run from the dark. She was consuming darkness herself. And he knew he could have his way with her. He would fuck every last one of her holes, claiming them, using them. Starting with her mouth. He could already see how her lips would encase his cock, taking in the whole length of it until...

What was that brushing against his leg?

And he broke the kiss with her to look down.

A ginger cat. Her fucking cat. Glancing reproachfully at him.

Perfect timing.

“Oh, hi Pi,” said Emma, pushing him back from the counter only to slip down to the floor. There, she pulled the cat into a tight hug. Normally, he would’ve never allowed to be pushed aside for a cat. But the cat got her to kneel in front of him, which more than made up for the interruption.

“Interesting name choice.”

“I’m obsessed with numbers,” came her immediate retort, glancing up at him for a fraction of a second. “Pi is endless, so let me be delusional in the hopes he’ll live forever if I name him Pi.”

But he didn’t hear the rest of her answer. The moment she had looked up at him, it was only ever so short, but it showed him how good she’d be. Perfectly on her knees, her thighs slightly parted right in front of him. How gloriously she would stare at him, full of desperation, while he fucked her mouth.

Superb.

He could feel his cock harden even more.

I need her. Take her. Have her.

“Look at me,” he breathed out. He couldn’t help it. He had to see, feel, her eyes looking up at him again.

She didn’t react immediately, sure she sensed what he wanted, because when she did as she was told, she moved her head ever so slowly, deliberately, her eyes still on the floor until the very last moment. She took her time to stall him, make him burst from the heat of desire.

And then her eyes flashed up at him.

Holy fuck !

The way she stared, the intensity of it, the way she let her head fall back a bit further – she knew exactly what she was doing. And she didn’t do it out of fear, or because she fancied him. No. She wanted it.The game. The play.

He could see all the longing in her eyes, the challenge, even the provocation in them. It was controlling and devouring at the same time as the ocean of darkness he so craved to reveal stared at him.

“So beautiful,” he said quietly, while he reached for her chin. He pressed his thumb onto her bottom lip and slowly wiped over it, smearing her lipstick over the edge.

He wanted to shove his hard cock into that perfect mouth of hers, feel her throat burst from his length and girth, see her cry from the pain – so hard it made her black mascara smudge.

And then he felt how control slipped from his fingers as images visualized in front of his inner eye. Images of her becoming unconscious from the scarcity of air while he choked her with his cock and his hand around her throat. He could take her right here and now.

I must control them. I must, or she will be prey.

But she didn’t let him get back in control.

Instead, she stretched out her tongue and swirled it around his thumb, inviting it into her mouth.

Fuck.

She sucked in his thumb, giving him the perfect taste of what she would do to his cock, playing him as much as he was playing her.

He could see his cock being sucked by that beautiful mess of perfection kneeling in front of him. How he hit hard into her throat, again and again and again, while his hands wandered down and choked her until her body would collapse. And as the sensation on his thumb heightened, he couldn’t differentiate between reality and fantasy anymore.

Fuck. Control.

“Stop,” he whispered with his last strength, and he grabbed her face and pulled her up.

He could immediately see the hurt of rejection in her eyes, she was trying to get away from his grip. But he wouldn’t let her.

So, her fear is rejection. That will make it even more interesting.

There she was again, the sweet, insecure little girl who longed so much for acknowledgment and praise.

“It’s not about you,” he told her while forcing her to look at him.

“Yeah, they all say that to comfort me, but truth is, it’s always about me and they just say it to calm their conscience.”

Brutally honest. I like it.

“I am not one of them.”

“Right now, you are, whatever you tell yourself.”

“I don’t want to destroy you, so it’s not a you , but a me thing.”

He observed every one of her reactions. Reading people was his most favorite thing in the whole world.

Is she going to get watery from the pain of rejection?

Or is she going to drive me out ?

Or strike back?

It was always an endless game of interacting with humans, pulling their triggers, taking them apart, and seeing what was beneath their curated masks of existence.

“It is. Because you assume I can’t handle you. Because you think me to be what? Fragile? To uptight?”

Bitterness in her voice.

So, she’d already had someone tell her exactly that.

She wiggled herself out of his grip and went for the door. Without another glance at him, she said, “Leave.”

Interesting, her strategy is denial and detachment.

If it would’ve been a bet, he would’ve picked her for the angry tears, but there she was, surprising him again.

For a moment, he rang with himself. He thought about grabbing her, throwing her onto the kitchen counter, and fucking her until she collapsed into orgasm land, but he had no control right now. He probably would do more. The more that would rip her and her soul apart.

So, instead, he went for the door, and when he passed her, he put his hand under her chin and forced her to look up at him. Her eyes had lost their spark. If he’d had a heart, he would’ve felt for her. But he only saw the beauty of what he could do with her. Soon.

It was all about patience and control.

Today is not the day.

“There is nothing you can’t handle, ma belle . Nothing,” he whispered, and kissed her on the forehead before he left.