When the wind blows

Chapter 12: The gates of hell were open

Music ~ For Tonight by Giveon (Play for upcoming scene)

The chatter and warm music met my ears as soon as I passed through the doors. The enormous crowd below made me gulp. Xhristian and I began to descend the right side of the bow like stairs with him holding my hand.

When we touched the bottom heads turned to look. Everyone here looked at us in shock, more of him then me Im thinking. I still kept my head up though, I wanted to impress Xhristian more than anything for some reason.

"Ah Xhristian how are you son." A old man with shiny slick back grey hair and a perfectly tailored suit came up to us and outreaches his hand to Xhristian.

Xhristian looked down at the hand for a second before finally accepting the handshake and putting a clearly forced smile that i seemed to notice on his lips.

"Mayor." He nodded. "We have some...discussion's to get to tomorrow I hope you remembered."

"Of course how could I forget and who might this be on your side?" The Mayor of New York asked as his eyes landed on me. "I've never seen you with a women before and this one...she's....the attraction of the night. I'm Austin Layne the Mayor of the big Apple."

What the hell am I an amusement park?

"Aslan Myers, nice to meet you." I forced a smile. The man outreached his hand for me to shake and I welcomed it with hesitation. As soon as our skin touched it was like a fire lit — like it was forbidden biblically. I let go immediately with a soft smile, turning to face Xhristian who had looks that could kill.

Those dragon eyes were low and dark in contrast to his natural hazel color. His nose was flared and his cheeks were red. I know his temper but now? Really?  Was it because of me touching the mayor?

"So is she?" The Mayor turned to him again.

"You know what." He suddenly grabbed my hand pulling close then wrapped his arm around my waist. "She is."

To be honest I wasn't much surprised. His anger rose from a man touching me, he was bound to claim me on the spot. It's the man ego thing.

Xhristian walked away from the mayor after the interaction without another word. We maneuvered through the large crowds as they talked, gossiped, and looked at us. Xhristian still had his hand on my waist securing me to him.

"Mind if we dance." He asked, his breath fanning my ear.

"We can." I nodded.

He lead us to the dance floor where not many people were. He connected my right hand to his left and kept his right hand around my waist, then put my left hand on his shoulder.

We swayed to the music, our movements in sync with the harmony. I wouldn't have picked Xhristian as a dancer but from his bold and silky moves he was a pro. The music was a calm to our ears at first until the atmosphere became erotic and he looked down at me as if I was the only little thing in the world. How could I be though?

Xhristian made me question so much in the time span of just meeting him. He made me question my mind and soul. The looks he gave me. The way he treated me. He made me question it all. He wasn't a person you could simply read, because he played unfairly, so it left me wary.

If my soul itched to be connected to his, shouldn't I be worried right? Xhristian did unspeakable things and lived an unspeakable life so how could I ever want that.

But I don't want to blame me, because it's not me it's him. The devil loves mind games and could easily make you want or crave anything he wanted and that was Xhristian.

He made me want and crave him. He made me want to give him my mind and soul without a thought. And he was right, he would own me someday and I'd do it willingly, because....

I wanted to be owned by the devil.

"You know sometimes I just want to hurt you." He spoke in my ear, bringing me from the internal battle within myself.

"Why?" I asked, my hand on his shoulder gripping a little tighter. The music creating a bubble around us.

"It's a need. A need to show you that I own you. To show that I'm the only man who can touch you unless I say otherwise. I want to mark your body, brand it." His heavy voice plucked the harp in my heart. "There's a side of me who wants to show you who you really belong to." The hand on my waist slowly moved lower until he cuffed my ass, making me choke on air.

"I thought you were here o-on business, Xhristian. The auction? Whatever mission you were talking about."

"Lies are unspoken truths, Aslan. I could easily leave here with you if I wanted and by the end of the night take you just how I wanted."

My breath hitched in my throat as my body grew hot against his. What if I just wanted to resist just a little more?

"I told you, you won't own me Xhristian." I spoke with words of lust against his ear.

"But you see, I already do. If I told you to strip right here in front of all these people you would. If I told you to kiss me...right here." He brought his hand up and point at a spot on his neck. "You would. I can make you feel like you're on top of the world or I can make you feel like you're the lowest of the low, but to me you'll always be on top of the world. You have power over me making you higher than even I."

"Like you said lies are unspoken truths." I didn't believe him, how could I? I'm a simple girl with only a talent for cooking, how can I have power Over him?

"No my little vixen, these aren't lies. What I'm saying to you is the truth. You are that powerful. I force that energy out and I'll continue until you realize where you actually stand. I know you spotted the group of girls in the far corner giggling, laughing, and pointing. Baby they've got not even an atom on you yet they laugh, I'll take care of that, but one day so will you."

"What do you mean?" I really hoped he didn't mean what I think he meant.

"I'm a killer Aslan and one day you will get your hands dirty. May it be literal or theoretical but you will."

"I won't kill Xhristian." I said boldly.

He let out a dark laugh that sent chills through me. When he let his head up to meet my eyes the only thing I saw was darkness.

"You will and you'll do it willingly because I own that mind of yours. You'll second guest and contemplate til you split in two but at the end of the day you'll crawl right back to me."

"I won't kill." I pleaded to myself — to my head.

"You will and I'll lick the blood off of those pretty little fingers." He smiled. I shook my head, silently begging for him to stop speaking. He was toying with the little sanity I had left up there. My mind was fragile and he was corrupting it. He suddenly grabbed my chin to stop me from shaking my head. "Who do you belong to?" He asked with a straight face.

"No one." I spat trying to hold on and make it through his wickedness.

His grip became tighter as he moved my face just a tad bit closer. "Who do you belong to Aslan?"

"Xhristian you don't fucking own me."

In a flash his hand moved from my chin to my throat pulling me closer, like we weren't in the center of the floor surround by others.

"I wont ask again." His demeanor had changed and his voice got deeper. By the look of him i could tell, this was not Xhristian. Those eyes now were corrupted with more than darkness and his perfectly shaped plumped lips were curled into a snarl. The eyes that looked back at me were not Xhristian's. "Who do you belong to?" He asked.

And just like that my ruse was up and like an egg I cracked. You could visibly see me give in, I became little in his hands. I was his, he knew that, I knew that. The thought of being owned by him made me both excited and scared, but I could not deny it anymore.

"Xhristian." I looked up at him with doe eyes. I belonged to the devil, and I liked it. "I belong to Xhristian."

The gates of hell were open