Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Emotions and Reality

»»-------¤-------«« Estelle's Pov »»-------¤-------««

After this fuckery in the car, we finally arrived at her place again. Stopping at the curb, the car's low rumble gradually subsided. I hurriedly straightened out my clothes, ensuring that my appearance was at least somewhat put together before Fedorov opened her door. She grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out as if we were running late. 

Once again, I found myself in the luxurious entrance hall. She grabbed my arm and led me towards the elevator, her grip strong and sure. The door closed with a loud thud as we stepped inside, and before I knew it she had pressed me up against the wall, her hungry lips locked onto mine. The heat of her body filled my senses as our tongues moved freely together, exploring each other in a passionate yet gentle dance that left me reeling from desire.

The elevator ride up to her penthouse seemed to take an eternity. But I wasn't about to complain, not when her hands were tracing sensuous circles over my hips and waist, claws that sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. She grabbed my behind firmly and squeezed it eagerly, her touch sending me over the edge as a moan involuntarily escaped from between my lips.

"I think I can make you scream even louder, Sparky. You ready to find out?"

"Shut up," I hissed back, my words quickly dying in my throat as her lips took mine and silenced me instead. I felt my face flush and my heart start to race as I became flustered by the suddenness of her actions.

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and I stepped out into her place. She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bedroom, her touch electric against my skin. In no time I was lying on the mattress, hair splayed across the pillow as she loomed over me, kissing up my neck as her hands roamed up my thighs. My body trembled with anticipation; I wanted this woman more than anything else in that moment and i hated it.

Our intimate moment was cut short by the sound of her phone ringing. I felt a deep sigh escape her lips next to my ear as she reluctantly reached for it on the nightstand. Then, almost as quickly as she had come, she rolled off me and left the room, taking her call with her. The atmosphere changed in an instant - what had been so full of promise and passion suddenly felt cold and empty.

Right.

I released a disappointed sigh and adjusted my rumpled clothing as I rose from the bed, my gaze fixed on nothing. All this only served to remind me of what I really was - a good time that would be quickly forgotten. As suddenly as she had latched onto me, she was gone without warning or explanation, leaving me feeling fleeting and unimportant.

I rose cautiously, taking a few steps towards the living room. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, I saw her standing in front of the glass window, her gaze transfixed on the view of her terrace. She seemed deep in thought until i overheard her speak.

"Then you just take that one braincell he has left and use it for target practice. Shoot him. Clean up."

As I listened to her ominously placid command for someone else to be killed, my blood ran cold. There was no doubt in my mind that she had the power to enact such violence without feeling a hint of remorse. This woman was undeniably dangerous.

What am i doing..

The overwhelming thoughts spread like a raging wildfire through my mind as I tried to make sense of the profound affection I felt for this person, despite them never once displaying any kind of sentiment towards me. Yet here I lie, lovesick and desperately attached to someone who will never possibly return those same feelings.

I noticed her eyes following me intently the moment my footstep echoed through the room. As I stepped into the living room, she hung up her phone and stared at me with a piercing gaze. It seemed as though she was waiting for me to make some sort of move or say something, but instead all I could do was look back in silence.