By Corruption I Fall

Chapter Fifty-Five

Xiomara

His parents understood completely our reasons and gave their blessing. Kiovanna crossed Oryon as we left with several cars waiting for us out front.
"You take care of eachother, please and come back to us" She patted Oryon's chest while a tear slipped down her cheek. I went over and pressed a kiss to her cheek,
"We have one another. We will protect one another. Try not to worry so much"
Oryon intertwined our hands together, "With my life, I know I'm safe when I'm around her"
She smiled and righted herself. We gave our last goodbyes and exited out onto the main entrance.
Oryon barked orders at his men in Greek while he opened the car door for me to climb in.
He opened the trunk and plopped my suitcase in with the clothes he said he had arranged to be bought for me, exclusively for me.
I wasn't in the mood to question him further on it. My mind was preoccupied enough with what awaited us and the safest way to get my sister back in my arms.
My intuition was frantic. I didn't know exactly what to expect but all I knew is that body blared red flags for the decisions we were making.
Too soon.
Too soon.
You should have been more patient.
You should have waited.
I kicked off my heels and rubbed at my swollen feet. Those goddamned stilettos were agonizing to walk around in all day. I groaned as I massaged them into a relaxed state.
Oryon stepped inside the car and told his brothers ti get a move on and start the car. I glanced sideways at him but he was still looking ahead of us, careful at catching anyone following us or any hidden figure lurking in the shadows. Paparazzi or spies.
This GMC suburban had a partition that hid us from the front driver and passenger. I looked at it with a hankering to press it and hound Oryon with more questions.
I don't even know why I bothered. He didn't like to answer me anyways.
I think I like being rejected.
I like to think I'm insane to be ex coercing righteousness from a person that has implied that he loves me or has love for me but only acts in pity for me. Out of a debt to me.
Favors linked to us one another but I was mulish in believing fate linked us together by the farce of passion. The grace of God.
"Why do you wear heels if you hate them?" Oryon asked, looking down at my feet in confusion.
I wanted to laugh. Why do I wear them if they hurt?
Why did I come back to Oryon if he hurts me everytime I am around him?
Why do I love him when it's so painful?
Because ever since I was a little girl I have believed in a love that doesn't hurt you, that doesn't betray you and I am willing to bet against all odds and go against anyone to one day win that for myself.
"My mother. She taught me that the most feminine thing besides your vagina was to wear heels and lingerie underneath super tight dresses. A sex-symbol. That was her biggest aspiration and since she didn't get to become it, she pushed and pushed her two daughters to become what she couldn't"
Oryon's eyes darkened but not in lust. In injustice. He hated hearing about lack of free- will. Lack of control. He held that in such a high standard. Too high. It wasn't normal.
He rolled his shoulders back, "That's stupid. That's the stupidest mentality I've ever heard. It's like she was against you and not in solidarity with you"
I rose my eyebrows, "Right? But when it's all you've ever known, you don't question it. That is until you meet someone that teaches you that there's a different way to live"
"Hmph, " He shrugged, "And who was that for you?"
"Dulor," I smiled, "She was my first true friend. She taught me about the simple life. A life that was more than nice purses and villas in the Bahamas"
"You didn't want that before you met her?"
"I didn't think about it because I wasn't allowed too. I've told you before, what I thought was based on what my parents wanted. Every time I had an opinion that was slightly different from theirs, they shut it down and made me move on from it"
He cracked his knuckles. One by one. Making me flinch.
"And now? With me, do you feel safe to speak your thoughts?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you feel free to speak freely and without judgement?"
I paused. A beat passed before I responded and his lingered on my legs.
"Some moments more than others but yes"
He smirked and scratched at his beard, "I earned that"
I pressed my hand down on the seat, He looked down than slowly up at me, " I want to see why you look like without the beard"
His smile grew, "I'm not cutting it"
"Shave it"
"No"
I batted my eyelashes and leaned forwards, "Will you allow me to do it?"
He leaned back in his seat, "Not a chance"
I pouted, "What a grouch"
He shook his head with a chuckle and patted his lap, "Lay your legs here"
I tensed, "Why?"
He sighed, "Do you always have to question me?"
"Not you. Your intentions"
"That's the same thing"
I rose an eyebrow, "Are you going to answer or not?"
Oryon shook his head, "I don't know. I don't know why. Because maybe I feel bad that you've had to suffer your whole life at the hands of what other people wanted. To be what they wanted you to be. Ti be anything but yourself. Because despite that, you're still an atomic bomb. You have edge and power because you didn't let them take that away from you. I admire you and I want to relieve you of some of your ache"
I parted my lips, delighted by how he responded. If I pushed with the a fair amount of sass, I could get what I wanted from him. That genuine and inhibited side of him.
He smiled, "Will you let me now?"
"You want to soothe me?"
He roamed the length of me and swallowed, "The parts you'll let me. I can't erase the emotional damage but perhaps the bruises they leave behind"
I grinned and expelled a heavy breath, "Ay, Oryon Makedon. You'll never learn"
I crawled over to him and sat down on his lap. His hands faltered against me. I rested my head against the crook of his neck.
"Xiomara?" He asked softly.
I nodded, "This is how I want you to make me feel better. This is what I need"
He laughed quietly and pulled me closer. I pressed a light kiss to his neck and relaxed against him.
"Can I ask you something, Oryon?"
He tensed, "Not about Agustin"
I nodded, "It was not going to be about him"
"Than go ahead"
I didn't want to ruin the moment. I wanted to revel in it. I liked feeling his hands on me without any sexual desires in the way. The attraction for him was impossible to be left alone but even for a few minutes, I wanted to feel him as a friend and not as my forbidden lover. I yearned to know what it'd be like to come home after a long day at some mundane job and find refuge in Oryon. In his protection. In his strong arms. In my reverence to him.
"Have you ever been someone's?"
"Like a girlfriend?"
"No...that's too simple. Have you ever willingly belonged to someone?"
I looked up at him while he looked straight ahead. The nerve in his throat bulging and his jaw ticking like a clock striking that it's midnight. Oryon's hand swam from my hip to my legs. I massaged his chest and waited for his reply.
"No. I have not"
"Would you like too?"
He smirked, "Are you offering something that's already yours?"
My heart skipped a beat. Racing frantically and I could feel my soul practically simper.
"I-umm, I didn't mean it like- What I meant to ask was-"
He cupped my cheek and kissed me heatedly. Passionately and firmly. It felt like he wanted to remind me of his place in my life. As if I could ever forget the power he held over me.
"Yes, you did"
And he met his lips to mine. Smoothing over them Once. twice. A gentle awakening of my body. It was spring in one simple human act. It made me want to invent a whole new heaven. I'd build the entrance and tear my hands apart to bring it to fruition.
I'd invent God if I had too.
If only the universe could give me a few days where I can be in his arms, peacefully. With interruptions, I'm ragged and worn out and I need him in a canopy with only his embrace around my shoulders.
After that, I can face Agustin and Ventori and all their horrors.
After that, I can face the world.
"Are you okay?" He asked me.
I fluttered my eyes. Transfixed whenever he softened his touch. Elated he could make himself change to please me. I was terrified of what was to happen later on but here, with his flesh equating mine, I didn't think about it.
"I am" I said with a nod and gave him a quick kiss on on the cheek. He smiled boyishly, almost shyly, down at me.
"Boss? We're here"
We looked over at Nikos and I got up from his lap to pick up my shoes and my jacket.
"I'll carry your stuff for you" Oryon said, extending his hand out to me.
"You don't have too, they're not heavy"
"I know they're not. Let me do this...let me try to be kind with you"
Who was I to deny him of such a humble request? I handled him my things and he set them on his arm, looking pleased with himself.
Like a child.
A boy.
What was he like growing up?
Was he always this troubled?
Was he happy?
Did he smile a lot?
Did he always want to be this powerful?
"We didn't get to eat at home" He stated.
I know and I was growing terribly hungry. I tried to not show my stomach growling since I got to his house but of course as soon as he mentioned food, my stomach went into a frenzy.
I reddened immediately, "Sorry...I haven't eaten all day but I can wait till we get to Switzerland"
"That's a long time" He retorted.
I shrugged, "It's fine. What's my other option, anyway?"
He chuckled and once the car settled onto an stop infront of the runway of their private jet, he jumped out of the car. I didn't know what to make of him so I turned around and opened my side. Oryon met me halfway, opening the door at the same time but this time he was scowling.
"Don't do that"
I started blankly at him, "Be more specific"
He pointed at my hand, "Open your own door. That's my job, understood?"
I smirked and used his arm to help me get down. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him lightly, "Sometimes, I like it when you're bossy"
He touched my hips, pressing his fingers gently into me. I reveled in his tenderness, impatient to please him. Will I ever be able to live my life as my own?
How can I die so young?
How can I have so little?
"I can tell"
I rolled my eyes and we began walking to get inside the plane. Settling inside, everyone began taking their seat while Oryon and I chose our place in the far back where a more booth situation awaited us.
The flight attendant greeted everyone, blonde and curvy, she was the eye-candy of Oryon's soldiers. I turned and gave Oryon a knowing look. He smirked and whispered, "She has a special spot for Leonas. Watch how she tends to him"
She asked him what he wanted to drink. Leonas replied and as she made his drink, he stared up at her with a kinder reservation than I've ever seen in him. The blonde handed it to him and smoothed her hands over his knuckles. Leonas parted his lips but before he could say anything, she was already coming our way.
I placed my hand on Oryon's thigh and leaned in, "She'll have him eating out of the palm of her hand by the end of our flight"
He tossed his arm over my shoulder and pulled me closer, "Want to make a bet?"
"Anything to eat or drink, Sir?" She asked with a politeness.
I turned to Oryon and he told her to get two plate of the chicken curry, "I'll have a water. She'll have whatever she'd like"
I looked at what she had in the caddy, "Umm, I'll have the cranberry juice, please"
"At once, Madame"
She handed me the glass and turned around, "Would you like to close the curtains?"
"Please, Michelle" Oryon said.
She brought the curtains together and clasped them with a button. We were alone, still hearing the rustling and chattering of the men, I was at his mercy.
"Now, about that win you're sure you'll come out in triumph" He
I twinkled my gaze at him, eager for a challenge I was sure I'd win, "Without hesitance, the problem is I don't have any cash on me"
He nodded, "That's boring. Let's bet with a daring action. If I win and Leo doesn't make a move on her, tonight, you sleep in my bed"
I shrugged, "That's it?"
He tiled my chin up, "Of course not. I will strip you. I will lay you on the bed, I will kiss every inch of your body. I will lick and taste and suck wherever I want for as long as I want. You will be completely submissive with me. I will use whatever toys, rope, cuffs, whatever I want. I will not take your blood but I will take your soul"
I hitched in a breath, eagerly awaiting more of his luscious promises. I twist like an orchid at the sound of his rough bravado.
"You will not seek your own control,"He continued, stroking my chin in time," No mind games, no manipulations. I want you. As you are. As you have always been. And don't be afraid, if you show me your thorns, I show you hands ready to bleed for you"
I closed my eyes, trying to battle the vertigo that was his zealous phrases. Those words. How he pieces them together, like he's braiding my benevolent nature back together. I craved more. He is my needs encompassed all in one.
My eyes ached with the weight of unshed tears.
You are my home, don't you get it?
He looked around than brought his lips to my ear, his breath fanning the side of my face.
"From first to last. Start to finish. There's been no greater woman for me than you,"
I opened my eyes, wet eyelashes touching the tops of my brows, "Oryon..."
"No other love but you"
I brought my face closer to him, I wanted to crawl onto his lap. Become one with him. Climb him and never get down. It's been too long without him, and I  can't look away now.
How could I?
Now, that I've seen him.
"That's my condition. What's yours? What do you want if you win?" He touched my hip and I swung my legs over him. He tugged me until my forehead was pressed against him.
"I want you to tell me about your childhood" I declared.
He shook his head, "Xiomara, you don't want to hear about that"
I cupped his cheek, "I do. I want to know you. Really know you!"
"That's too intense, sweet girl. It'll ruin what we have created. It'll banish all the good"
"There is no good. Look at who we are. Look at what we've done"
He gripped my arm, "it'll send you away. You are good. You are pure because your intentions are laced with wholesomeness"
I sighed,brushing my nose over his, "In this space right here, that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done and watch me hold them up to light and not flinch"
He growled and brought me atop of him. I straddled him, his lips covered mine immediately. I ran my hands over his strong frame and beneath his shirt. The second he touched me, I floated. I walked into the garden of Eden and dragged him into eternal life with me.
He deepened our kiss, flipping us around and laying ontop of me.
"Please..."
"Don't beg me. It's yours. I'm yours" He covered me in kisses. Tracing down my navel, taking my breasts in his hands to knead and play with.
Yanking the strap from my dress, he kissed there, my chest and any free skin I had for him to conquer.
"Oh god, Oryon," I called out his name in the mess of all my grief. It screamed at me that this wasn't how it was supposed to be.
This isn't how it's supposed to be!
And the world laughed.
Holding me by the throat and shouting;
But this is how it is.
" Tell me and I'll give it to you. Open your mouth. Sing to me"
I touched his back and pried his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. He pursed his lips and cupped my face, "Don't he frantic. Don't rush. I am not going anywhere"
"Yes, you are. You will. You always leave me" I cried out softly.
He gripped my thigh and rocked against me, his length pressing against my center, "How can I leave after everything you've made me feel?"
I shook my head and turned my cheek, "Because you're scared of loving me"
"Come on, Xiomara. Let's enjoy this. You know the permanent spot you have in me. You have to know just how much of an idiotic beast I turn into when I get a whiff of your scent"
Enjoy this.
Enjoy it.
How many more days do you possibly think you have left to live?
"You cannot fathom the lengths i would go to  to make you happy" He whispered against my mouth.
I gasped, "You're so dumb. My happiness is you, you brute. Nothing can happen, no alternative can arise where I wouldn't choose to tell the world to fuck off and be yours. No grave could hold my body down,I'd crawl home to you every time"
And he broke so delicately. So beautifully, he lifted me up by the nape of my neck and twisted his tongue with mine. I moaned, sitting up and wrapping myself around him. He shifted my butt and rested in a kneeling position, holding me by a fistful of my hair against me.
"Sir, your food?"
Food? What? Where?
Oryon grunted, "Give us a second"
I giggled when I realized that it was out food we had ordered. It was dangerous how sucked up I got into Oryon whenever he touched me and said the most perfect things to me.
"You still hungry?" He asked simply.
Simple and pure.
But I was hungry.
I was starving.
No one's fed me.
No one's loved me.
They took the one person that gave a damn.
They took her from me.
And here I am.
He is.
He's here.
He wants me.
He's protecting.
I feel like I'll fade away if I don't let him touch me.
And it's all because of Oryon.
Him.
My hands aren't mine anymore. They soothe no ache. They dispel of no worries. I want him near. I want him so deeply. He's inside of my heart so earnestly. and I'm not weak.
I'm far from it.
Because love is not something weak people do.
And I want to be strong.
I know he's strong. That's why he suffers so much.
That's why I can't waste another second without him.
I zipped down my dress and kicked it away, I stood up in my bra and panties.
His eyes stayed trained on me, the way my collarbones rose and rested with every deep inhale and exhale I released.
I can't.
I can't not be close.
I can't not touch him.
Why must I love him?
His lips were parted, I walked and walked and crawled and prayed and reached.
But never close.
Never close enough.
"I don't want to be one of many. I want you to remember this. Remember me. Everything, I have also helped you feel," I stepped on the platter of food with my stiletto, pressing my palm against his neck, "I did. I made you feel this. Not Irina. Me. Oryon, maybe this is just fantasy but at least in this, the one full thing I have left, let me have a say. Allow me to be the only one. Let me be selfish. If it's one bad thing you'll permit me to keep, let me keep my selfishness, I won't ask for more. This is it"
He put his hand on the back of my head, massaging my hair softly, "Irina?"
I furrowed my eyebrows, trying not to forget how big of a cynical jackass he shocks me with so often,
"The Russian girl? The one I kicked out? The one you let inside of your bed and lied-"
He smirked, with a bemused spark in his gaze,
"Irina who?"
"I-what the fuck do you-?" I started and couldn't stop. I clutched onto him with all my might before he crushed me to the floor, his lips.
His daring lips.
My mouth and his have a different language. No one knows it.
No one understands it.
But I hear swans. I hear desire.
I want to make a symphony of it.
I wish he took my breathe too.
His lips consumed mine, my pants and pleads, his hands gripping my hips and ass.
I tried to hug him, hold him, don't hold back.
Please,
Hear me,
Don't hold back.
I want to remember this.
I'll take this with me.
To my funeral.
"Oh my god, you make me feel insane. I'm fucking losing it over you" He whispered harshly, picking me up by the back of my legs and pressing us against the back wall.
I crushed his mouth with mine, shutting up his mind along with my own. Now was not the time.
"We don't have time for doubts. We don't have enough time to answer them" I rushed out, my eyes burning, I wondered if the air conditioning was on too high. I couldn't ignore it. His voice and my tears.
No matter what he does, I can't be happy.
I don't allow myself to surrender. I don't want him too see me too small with pain beyond basic comprehension.
I don't want him to find me ugly.
I don't want him to go away.
"Why don't we?" He asked, digging his fingers into my waist.
"Because we have so little of it left. We can't think. Not when there's so much left to do"
"What remains?"
I froze, "What do you call this? What we can't hold back from? What we can't stop coming back for more of?"
He sighed, darkness in his shaky bones. I slinked my hands into his hair, trying to caress into him what remains of me.
"I say that this is too intense to put a time limit onto it"
I paused, moving a bit and shifting against him, I didn't do it to rile him up but trying to adjust didn't help either of us.
He groaned, pressing me back, "Yeah, exactly. No fucking way I'm letting you come back available"
I couldn't help it. I blushed. To have this much effect on him. To be this pretty, just for him to enjoy.
For him to take apart.
He knows how to put me back together.
He knows I'd love to stay"
"You know I can't" I said gently, roaming my hands over his shoulders.
He groaned a bit more loudly, exhaling harshly, "Why now? This isn't fucking fair"
I smiled disappointedly, devastated they'll never give their permission to choose my own life. Those people.
People that raised me.
Rocked me to sleep.
Spoiled me.
Cherished me.
Forgot me.
They abandoned me.
And I can't do the same thing.
I can't do anything but submit.
Submit and try to forget.
Trying to forget Oryon will be the hardest thing I will ever have to do.
"Because I have no other choice"
He snarled, grabbing me by the hair and making me shriek.
"Oryon?"
He punched the wall beside me, "What?" He snapped out.
"Please," I frowned,"Don't get mad"
"I'm not mad. I'm pissed. You're the one good thing in my life that's completely mine and I can't keep it because I know you don't believe me and I've been a dick but, since I met you, I've forgotten what the past felt like and how much it hurt to live with it"
"Oryon, maybe this life wasn't meant to be the one where we stay together. Maybe to know you is enough"
His eyebrows furrowed, he landed a firmer punch to the wall causing a crack to sound out, "Not the right time, my ass. I don't believe in that. What I want is you and I'll do anything to make that my reality, now. As soon as fucking possible" he snarled out.
I couldn't feel my body buzz with excitement, it was thrilling and affirming to know his sentiments were so passionate and secure in his decision to choose me.
Good lord,
He chose me!
"Make it happen than. Do it and I'm yours. All you need to do is save this damsel in distress" I said, smoothing my lips over his.
He gritted his teeth, "Everytime. In every life, Xiomara" He closed his mouth over mine and consumed my every cell to blend with his.
We crashed against the bed, his hands fighting against the sheet to get to my pussy, I kiss his cheek. Kissing his jaw and feeling his powerful arms around me is all I need to feel alive.
"One day, you'll have my child"
I gasped, shock and pleasure shooting through me as I felt him lick a path up my thighs and to my clit. I let out a small shriek, he chuckled and sent a slap to my other thigh.
"Opposed to that idea?"
I shook my head, clouded and dizzied by my lust and his touch," I'm on the pill so I can't"
He shrugged,"I know you are"
I opened my eyes, "How do you know?"
He rose a brow," Seriously?"
I let my mouth drop and fell back against the back , "Right. Mob boss. Has government access to everything about everyone ...including me"
He scoffed," Especially you. I'm watching your ass 24/7, I'd go insane if I didn't"
I shot up again and slapped his chest, "Oryon?! You spy on me?"
He held my wrist and gripped it, "Yes and it makes me feel better doing it so I'm not going to stop"
"That's an invasion of privacy"
He narrowed his gaze at me, I reared back at his glare," Nothing. Nothing is going to take me from you again. You love me, right? You're mine, right? I'm inside you all the time, who cares if I see you undress before you go to bed?"
I rolled my eyes,"Oryon, be real with me. Why? What's the necessity? I want to be free"
"And you will be. You are. I will never prohibit you from doing whatever you want. If you want to get a doctorate, do it. You want to go traveling with Dulor for a month in Ibiza, I don't give a shit but I have to know what you're doing. I have to be able to know where you are at all time in case of anything"
I thought on it, for security measures, it was a smart thing to have on standby but I was starting to get to know Oryon and I knew he did this for control too. Possession, he owned me and felt a right to my entire life.
Would it be so bad?...
Was this risky?
"I don't know, Oryon" I sighed, I wasn't convinved this was a good idea.his hand coming out to caress my cheek.
I looked up, his sharp gaze pierced right through me, "and If you ever decide to kill me and not want to be with me anymore, as painful and as unbelievable as  it may seem, I will let you go and live your life. I will fight but I will let you live because I know you deserve it and if that were to happen, I deserve it too for doing whatever so dumb that it made me lose you again"
I began to smile, melting at the sweet undertone behind his harsh action, "Really?"
He nodded, "I promise. I'll let you go but I'll always be there. Protecting you. From afar"
I pulled him towards me, pressing my lips against his, "That sounds good to me"
He smirked,"It also helps in knowing exactly which assholes to go kill for approaching what wasn't theirs to talk too"
"I knew it, " I circled my arms around his neck,"I knew your kind gesture would have to be laced with something psychopathic"
He chuckled, boring his gaze into mine, beginning to kiss down my neck and to my navel.
"That feels nice" I whispered out.
" Will you manage to be quiet for me?"
I bit my lip," I'll try but you may need to silence me"
He nodded,"That's fine with me. I know exactly how to do that"
I simpered while he kissed down my stomach and to my sex, his breath coated my warmth and I jerked up at this intoxicating sensation. His beard scratched at my skin but I didn't care, it felt too good to ever care about consequences.
He licked and lapped up my juices, I