The devil herself

just the begining

"im not sleeping on the floor" I remark to mister 'lets buy a room and not tell Luna that there is only one bed' I would have brought a sleeping bag cause then I would have no problem sleeping on the floor- "none of us are sleeping on floor princess" he passes me with a smirk and puts his bags next to the bed.

"what does that mean Lorenzo" I say slowly while looking at him with a challenging gaze as he looks up at me with a sinister dark look over powering his gaze as he silently challenges me back only through his eyes making me have this odd feeling in my stomach, almost like a tingly breath holding feeling.

"It means that. We. Both. Lay. In same bed Luna" he slowly snakes his way towards me, almost making me want to run away from the nervous feeling of his eyes on me. if looks could bite he would most definitely devour me right this blinking moment I'm sure of it.

I don't now what I'm feeling right now as he appears right in front of me with this still dark gaze I can not recognize... it's almost like... desire? hunger? lust?? I'm sure thought because I'm a virgin to each of those unholy words but they aren't quit unholy because each of them could mean differently but the look in his eyes is far from the good meaning to each of those words but all I can do is look into his eyes as if they trap my soul with his dark one like I can see through him at this moment I can see his pains, I can see his sins, I can see his grief, I can see his anger but yet I still don't know what that last one is because I see hunger, desire and what I'm assuming is lust but what for?

Why is he looking at me these ways when we are supposed to hate each other? Why am I feeling like I should let him consume me? He smirks "does it bother that we have to Luna?" the way my name rolls of off his tongue makes a shiver make its way down my spin "Nope- it will only bring me a close enough rage to torture you more" I again challenge him with my fire gaze burning into his barley blinking but to lost in his eyes to realize.

He wins every time and I let him just looking away but now is different I can see in his eyes as he try's to contemplates his next move which has me wondering what questions he's asking himself and why he's thinking of them while looking at me, what if he's thinking about killing me? even if he was I'm to stupid to realize because instead of hating him like I should and like I act, I feel safe around him and I feel like he's the only one in the world that can save me from my greatest dangers... this was a mistake.

Luna remember what he said that night. remember how he hurt you when you thought he couldn't get violent.

But then again I'm the one who started it making him get mad and angry at me- i nod out of my mind and stop thinking to hard about everything then look up at him "I have to get in the shower" I pass him but before I can fully walk he grabs my wrist making my ass collide into his groin only for his to groan and lean into my shoulder "I hate you" he mutters while putting one of his hands on his pants and crouching in pain "it hurt that bad?" I ask trying to continue walking to the bathroom with my suit case "obviously" he grits out and I smile snatching my arm from his grip making his other hand drop to his pants to "I'm gonna do that more then" I grin and run to the bathroom before I could see his reaction.

he really is something for sure but i don't know if what im feeling towards him might just because he is good looking of because of his actual persona because he acts just like me just that hes a male except his sarcasm and attitude that makes me want to sew his mouth shut... what if he can read my minddddd?????

~~~30 minutes later~~~

Of course this bratty little man that i have to share a hotel room AND BED with is banging on the bathroom door while I'm getting out of the shower but as I'm about to rush and get out a plan dings on my head like a doorbell of a lit up house on Halloween. that was quit specific...

i lower my towel making my tits look like big over flowing water balloons spilling out of a bowl. again that was very specific but next i make the towel tighter with the hand that holds under my tits so they can push up then i open the door only taking a slight glance at my self to see my wet hair falls down my shoulders as the water that drips from it trails like a small river down my chest into the crest of my breast "i need to brush my teeth so just pretend like im not here" i turn towards the sink bending over as i grab my tooth brush and tooth paste feeling his grading glaring stare burn into my back as my towel plays as an actor of my play and pulls up perfectly to where it shows my ass outline but not to much to please him.

As if he catches my game he comes up behind me bending me over as he grabs the towels next the very large bathroom sink counter making my breath hitch and my hand movement with my tooth brush stop moving... he noticed shit... he bends down only bending me against his groin more till his mouth is millimeters away from my ear and I can feel the full in print of his friend down low "don't play a game you don't know how to play magnifica"(gorgeous) he voice low with , his breath ice cold, his jaw clenched along with his hands... they are on my waist and his eyes are glaring daggers at my neck...

I i think i might have started something that i will no doubt regret starting just by the way he's starring at me i know that is just him saying with out words slipping from his mouth 'game on' oh lord that cant be to good but what ever i have started it is just the beginning...