You giggled softly as you downed another glass of alcohol. Your friend rested his hand on your knee, smirking at your visibly tipsy state.
People could always tell when you were drunk. Perhaps, it was related to the way your eyelids would hang a little bit more than when you were sober; or the way your spine would be slightly bent...Just those small details, you know?
In your drunken state, you did not realise your friends' eyes shamelessly scanning the cleavage on your black dress, roaming down to take in the rest of your figure. You didn't notice the smell of hunger in his gaze.
But she did.
"You know, you look pretty hot y/n." He slurred, placing his hands on your thighs, sliding them up and down your skin. Furrowing your eyebrows, you held his wrists, pulling his hands off you. "Awww sweetheart, come on. You know you want this."
"N-no..." You mumbled, shaking your head. "I-I- already have someone."
"Hummm, I don't see anyone around..." He smirked.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw her standing behind you in all of her glory. Your sin, your soul. Before you could say anything, you felt a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist from behind, the grip had nothing but possessiveness withing it.
His features turned into an odd mixture of surprise, confusion, and slight fear. Of course, he wasn't expecting that sudden remarkable presence. Yelena slid her long finger over the soft skin of your cheek, causing goosebumps to form over your skin.
"You have heard her, asshole." She said coldly, her fresh breath hitting your neck as she spoke. "Now get the fuck out of my hotel before I make you."
And so he did. The fact that just her voice could intimidate anyone has always fascinated you. She was the essence of
power.
The man grabbed his backpack and stumbled out of the bar, practically running to the exit. He wouldn't dare to challenge that woman. Even without really know her, he wasn't stupid enough not to realise she could bring him serious damage if he didn't comply to her orders.
You softly gasped, now completely sobered up, looking over your shoulder to meet that burning, dangerous gaze contrasting with her cold aura that you'd loved since the very first time.
Her eyes held the same dark grey tint of the most beautiful thing you had ever stared at. They were full of hidden mysteries and inner pain. The eyes which you had the audacity of exploring. But inside that same damn place, you'd gotten lost, and you didn't know how to find yourself anymore. Honestly, you had no desire of being found.
You were hers, and hers alone. Her beautiful, slutty toy, who only she was the one to possess. Yelena hated the thought of somebody else watching her property like that. That man wasn't anyone. He couldn't degrade you, only she could. He couldn't deliver to you what she could. Your body, your mind was hers. And she was known for her selfishness.
You sheepishly blinked your eyes, whimpering slightly. Yelena smiled, being aware of the effect she had on you. Your legs split open a little wider out of habit, and your cheeks were slightly tinted in a light shade of red. Your eyes were insecure and cautious. Of course, she noticed it.
"Come, little one. We are going back to the bedroom."
Yelena didn't give you any time to protest as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you up and out of the bench you were sat on. She silently dragged you all the way over to your shared fancy suite. You nervously looked around, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. All of the artwork seemed to be alive, staring and judging you.
"What's wrong? Are you mad or something?" You softly asked, wrapping your arms around yourself.
"Oh no, darling. You didn't do anything wrong. You are my good little girl." She assured whilst cracking her head to the side. Yelena pushed you down onto the softness of the mattress, which was covered in silk Greek sheets. You gasped at her sudden dominance. "It's not you. It's that friend of yours. I don't trust him." She snarled and climbed on the bed, sitting with your waist between her thighs; as if she could cage you forever.
