My Dark Scientist

35 | The not-so-secret Garden

E L L O R A

His lips are soft and hard at the same time, as they move against mine.

Almost angrily.

He abruptly latches onto my lower lip with his teeth. Hard enough to bruise.

A sound escapes from deep within my throat. A sound I don't recognise as my own.

I am supposed to be disgusted. I am supposed to be struggling in his hold trying to push him away. I am supposed to be screaming bloody murder at him.

I don't do any of those things.

I just stand there frozen to my spot, pressed to a random pillar of the airport hidden from the world, getting kissed ferociously by my kidnapper and professor.

That is what my life has been reduced to.

His hold on my wrists above my head tightens. His body presses to mine with more firmness, crushing me to the wall, yet somehow not enough to hurt me. His lips press harder against mine.

Perfect. Everything fits perfect. His body with mine - as if it was meant to be this way.

Shit.

His mouth finally- what feels like eons later- leaves my mouth, only to brush against my jawline, uphill to my ears.

He breathes heavily against my ears.

"This Ellora." His voice has deepened up a notch. I have never heard him speak in this voice. And this deep undertone does....things to me which I cannot even begin to comprehend-

His teeth latches onto my earlobe harshly.

For the love of all that is holy...

"This." He exhales deeply, that smell of peppermint and nicotine is a blast to my senses. "This is what I am capable of, and what I will do if you try to disobey me again. Take this as your last and only warning. Because next time," he bites harder onto my ear, making me gasp hard, "I will not stop at just this."

And then his warmth is gone.

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The light has been off for a long, long time now. Time must have stopped. Atleast that is what it feels like. I haven't bothered checking the watch since I was bought in and dumped back in this room.

After that episode in the airport lobby, Mr. Langdon had dragged my motionless body out of the airport and back into his car.

Marshall must have thought we have already boarded the plane, on not finding us in the airport. He probably thinks we are halfway to the other side of the country by now.

And just like that, Mr. Langdon has managed to fool another person.

But all these thoughts has crossed only a couple times in my mind, since he bought me in his mansion. Most of the time, I have been thinking about pair of lips and teeth against mine.

The owner of the aforementioned lips and teeth had escorted me back in the room from last night, and locked the door on his way out. Without a word.

I didn't dare ask to be let open.

Instead I had sat down on the floor leaning against a bed stand, hugging my knees to myself. Thinking. Somehow I cannot let the kiss off my mind.
It is not like this was my first kiss. But I sure am freaking behaving like this was.

Because where my last kisses were drizzle, this was a hurricane.

I drift off to sleep at some point. When I open my eyes, the sun has set and darkness is slowly creeping in, filling every nook and corner of the room. I don't bother getting up and switching on the lights.