The Darkest Adoration

Chapter 27

                                                                         MIKHAIL
The rest of the day Luna kept to herself in the living room and I in the bedroom. I was somewhat grateful that she did. I hated how she made me lose control. I hated how her cocoa eyes stared up at me, brimming with innocence and curiosity and how I wanted to corrupt every ounce of it. I wanted to see them rolled up to the back of her head as I take her, ruin her, consume her.
Because of her, I spent hours with a blanket on my legs, covering the boner that refused to be seated. My body sweat from the dull ache that emerged from my wound and spread to the rest of my body in beats, recurring fever and visions of Luna and I in unholy schemas.

My nails dug in my sheets as I remembered how her lips parted, her flush deepened as I thrust myself against her_her timid moans, I could have mistaken it for breathing had my ear not been next to my mouth.

"She's going to fucking kill me like this. I have to get rid of her, fast, for my own good," I smacked the back of my head against the headboard, groaning to myself.  I stilled immediately as I heard the TV shut off in the living. Sure enough, in a few seconds, Luna stood in my room squinting at nothing in particular. It was dark.

"Turn on the lights, I'm not sleeping," I called out as I pulled the blanket up to my shoulders for extra measure. Her hand slapped the wall several times until they finally hit the buttons.
"How did your reconnection to civilisation go? Feeling enlightened? Have the gaps of your time spent away healed?" I satirised.

"If you're talking about watching TV, it was absolutely riveting. You really have the cops fooled don't you? How'd you do that?" She replied looking a bit too excited for my comfort. Her eyes gleamed like a child's did upon discovering the taste of chocolate ice cream.

I offered her a humourless smile in response.
"Why don't I give you a note pad and a pen, write it down will you? So the first step, and the most essential step is....not having fucking a gash in your stomach-"
"Oh my god, you could've just said if you didn't want to tell. Forget that. I need to talk about something."
I swallowed thickly. Was it going to be about our risqué encounters? If so I did not want to confront, talk or even think about it right now.
"This reconnection isn't enough for me. I want my phone back."
Thank fucking God. Wait-

"I want my phone back, and you will not lock me in a room, or even this apartment for the matter. I will not be controlled or intimidated in any way. I am no longer a prisoner so I will no longer put up with any conditions that make me feel like one, is that clear?"
Assertive? Sexy.
"No."

"I am not here so you can toy with me further!" Her voice rose by several decibels, "you have your reasons to keep me here and that's why I'm staying-"
"Let's make one thing clear sweetheart, you are not staying here because of me. You're staying here because of your little bucket list you want me to help you fulfil."
She opened her mouth to say something but only a sigh came out. Conflict brewed in her eyes. She was confused. I could easily read she wasn't sure herself why she staying.
To tell the truth, I wasn't either.

"Do you want me to leave?"
"Well I don't see any particular reason why you should leave, you're free to do, eat-"
"Yes, or no Mikhail?"
Her tone meant business.
Just say yes, you really don't need her around. You've always been on your own. She's nothing but an inconvenience anyways.

"No."

"I don't want to leave...yet either," she said softly, and I wasn't sure if it was meant to reach my ears or not. "You can have your phone. It's in your purse. It's in my closet right there_yeah reach forward. Just feel around woman you'll find it," I directed her as she struggled to navigate through my closet.