PAINTED DESIRES|| JJK fanfiction

2.Meaning Behind

Third Person's POV

Instead of gritting his teeth in anger his thin hairline above his raging eyes crashed together in confusion, thinking about, 'why wasn't her belly swollen carrying an another life?'

The anger he held inside was fighting a battle with confusion, messing with his head. 'Wasn't she supposed to be pregnant?' He asked himself, thinking of the vague possibilities that could have happened.

She must have aborted the baby, he concluded coming upto a practical answer as he lips twitched into a devilish smirk again. It just made his work easier, now he could already hunt down his prey and tear her to shreds, without waiting any longer, for the baby to be born, his sealed lips mumbled hypothetically.

Adjusting his fine black tailored suit hiding the ethereal body beneath, he stepped towards his target who was unknown to the storm that was going to destroy her life.

"What happened Ms.Y/N, you seem a little disappointed with my work?" He said maintaining the smug look on his face referring to the sudden frown that replaced the sparkling stars in her eyes as he walked towards her.

She turned her head around to the foreign masculine voice that reached her ears disturbing the silence between her eyes and the his unholy art.

But as soon as she saw the tall well built male figure advancing his steps majestically getting closer, her world seemed to stop as her breath hitched getting captured in her lungs.

She was awestruck...by the poise with which he walked and the confidence which his body language screamed. He was intimidating, she could feel that already. An intimidation which caused the sparks to run all over her skin making her feel sensations she was forbidden to feel for an another man.

His advancing steps were controlling the pace of her beating heart while his piercing gaze that cut through the air, held her breath. Every step claimed by him portrayed his masculinity along the dominant aura he possessed and carried with him.

She couldn't help but ogle at every flex of his muscle that caused the fabric on his body to tighten around his contracting muscles teasing her with its tough shapes while he was coming closer.

Her thighs clenched tighter as his faintly blur features became clearer with every step that diminished the distance between them.

His brown hair that were styled perfectly complimented the fair skin he had, while his eyes stripped the boldness she wore, revealing her true colors she concealed within. He admired how her shades painted her soul but left a portion incomplete and being an artist he was eager to complete her with his lips.

His lips which fighting for attention with his eyes but failed to win.

His eyes commanded hers to stay stable and sink in the depths of his browns as she obeyed him, staring back into his darkened orbs. His gaze was like a prison where he wanted to keep Y/N as his own captive behind the bars of pleasure and pain, where he would teach her submition and punish her, dragging her along the path of lust to the peak of pain. Taking his revenge of destroying her life in the process.

"Did my work not please you?" His feet stopped, standing close behind her.

Y/N broken out her from her trance of admiring the beauty of the artist rather that his art, upon hearing his deep voice, that managed to make feel butterflies.

Maintaining his intense gaze locked with her, his long fingers gripped hers gently between them and his thumb. He lifted her fingers while rubbing his thumb along its length, causing her cheeks to flare up a bit. He brought her soft hand up to his moist lips and kissed her knuckles but his eyes her never distracted itself from hers.