Deviance

Chapter 8

According to Sigmund Freud your ego is like a mediator between your id and superego. Well, for the past few days my ego has been working overtime.

I know that I should stay away from Tiras. Hell, that is probably the only thing that I am certain of. I haven't forgotten how he left me in that bathroom after taking my virginity - something that definitely didn't belong to him. But some part of me needs to check up on him. I have to know that he's alive and okay.
The longer I think about it, the surer I am that he in fact is the mentally disturbed one. I don't understand why he denied any medical help. Yes, he obviously sustained his wounds from something shady. I get why he didn't want to go to a hospital and then have the police poking around his business. But he could have gotten Dr Michelle to treat him. This man is infuriating! I almost hope that he bleeds himself to death just so that the bastard can learn his lesson!
I have found myself in the elevator with my finger on the button for the top floor multiple times now. Due to some flirting with Clarke, one of the receptionists, I knew that Tiras was still staying in the penthouse.
Luckily, every time before I could press that stupid button, something stopped me. Whether it was people getting on to the elevator with me or Tif being by my side, every single time I didn't go to him. I have a mixture of pride and guilt swimming around in my stomach because of it.
"Tif, have you heard that Freddy might be promoting one of the cleaners to the wait staff?" I make light conversation as we are busy cleaning the bathroom slash locker-room near by the indoor swimming pool. I need something other than thoughts of busted, plump lips to keep my mind occupied.
"Where did you hear that from?"
"I overheard Freddy. One of the waitresses spilled a drink on some important judge that is a member here. He insisted on her being fired for her incompetence. That's bad luck for her, but at least one of us are going to catch a break." I smile at her.
I can't believe that a girl had been fired for something as stupid as spilling a drink. It isn't fair. God knows that I have gotten away with worse. But then again, no one ever said the world was fair.
"You know, I think you deserve the promotion the most, Tif. You know this place like the back of your hand and your customer service is great! He'd be even more of an idiot than he already is if he doesn't give the position to you."
A blush creeps across her cheeks. Something tells me that Tiffany isn't used to being complimented. Which I find absurd.
"Do you really think so?" she asks shyly.
"I know that you are the best candidate for this."
I hope she recognises the pure honesty and sincerity in my voice. Look, I would love to be promoted - having to clean men's urinals is not my idea of fun - but Tiffany has been here way longer than I have and she deserves the promotion.
"Thanks, Auburn."
We fall back into cleaning in comfortable silence. That is another thing that I appreciate about Tiffany. She doesn't have the need to fill perfectly good silences. We are very similar in that way.
I am still busy cleaning the last shower stall when Tiffany lets me know that she's finished. I tell her that she should go change and clock out so long since it's the end of our shift.
She greats me with a quick hug and then she heads back to the staffroom.

I am almost finished with cleansing the shower when I hear another shower further into the room turn on.
Which idiot didn't see the busy cleaning sign on the bathroom door? Or is this an asshole that saw the sign and deliberately ignored it?
"Excuse me, sir!" I call out from the shower stall that I am in. I'm not risking stepping out there and catching an eye full of some stranger's dick.
"We are still busy cleaning in here. If you could please refrain from using this bathroom until we are finished, it would be highly appreciated." I try my hardest to sound professional and polite.
What I really wanted to say was: Get the fuck out and read the sign next time, prick! There comes no reply which boils my blood even more. One thing I hate is being ignored.
I step out of the shower and rush to where I hear the running water coming from. I don't care if I see someone's dick anymore. In fact if I do see a dick, I will be acquainting it with my fucking foot!
"I said we are still busy cleaning in here. Can you get the..."
My words are stuck in my throat when I see his tall, naked figure standing beneath the warm spray of the shower. My heart starts racing and my mouth becomes way too dry. But something inside also feels relief. He's still alive.
"Hello, my little deviant. Do you want to take a shower with me?" At this point his back turned to me. I have never found butts particularly appealing, but like every other part of this man's body, his ass was perfect. I couldn't look away.
But it isn't his body that propelled me as I rush into the shower with him. I wrap my hands around his waist and press my cheek against his bare back.
"You're okay..." I breath in his sage and pepper scent.
I have never been as relieved as I am right now, knowing that this asshole isn't lying in the penthouse busy decomposing. Maybe that is why I couldn't bring myself to go check on him... I don't know what I would have done if I had walked in on his lifeless body. Seeing the light gone from his obsidian eyes would have broken me.
"Wow, you actually sound like you were worried." His deep voice fills my ears as he turns around to face me. But I don't let go of him. Somehow, I manage to tighten my grip around his waist even more. The heat radiating off his body is the only thing telling me that this is real. He is really here and alive.
His hands wrap around my body, and he pulls me beneath the warm stream of water with him. My clothes become soaked, but I don't care.
"I told you that I'd be fine, baby," he coos into my ear.
"You were stabbed five times, Tiras. You were far away from fine." The fire in my veins reignites at the thought of his reckless behaviour.
I pull away from him. This is wrong. I shouldn't be in the shower with this man. I shouldn't be alone with him anywhere. Period.
He is dangerous in every single way. The stab wounds all over his body is proof enough. I almost don't want to see how the scars look.
My eyes fall to his abdomen that looked like a war zone only a few days ago. I can't believe what my eyes are seeing.
"What the fuck?" I gasp.
There isn't so much as one scratching marring his perfect body. There aren't any scars left either. There isn't a single trace of the life-threatening injuries that he had sustained.
My mind reels to come up with a rational explanation for his supernatural healing. But I can't think of one logical thing.
Black market healing shit? Witchcraft? Demonic sacrifice? Was he an alien?
I don't know what the hell he did to heal so quickly, and honestly the smart part of my brain tells me that I don't want to know. This is one more of numerous red flags telling me that I should stay fucking away from Tiras.
I think I should start heading the warnings.
"Calm down, Auburn. I can explain." He talks to me like one would to a wounded wild animal. He wants me to let my guard down – not going to happen.
"Don't tell me to fucking calm down. You can explain, my ass! Nothing that leaves your mouth can be trusted."
He takes a step towards me. I take a step back. "Don't you dare take another step closer," I warn.
He throws his hands up in the air. He wants to signal that he's not a threat. Well, it's too late for that, buddy.
"Actually, don't ever come near me again, Tiras. You are bad news and I have enough problems in my life without you. I should have never let you fuck me! It's my biggest regret in life!"
I slowly start backing up towards the door of the bathroom, but then I stop dead in my tracks.
One second, he was still in the shower and the next he was in front of me – chest to chest. I looked into his eyes which had turned into endless black voids. A fear overcame me, but it was accompanied by a rush I had never felt.
"I have really tried to play nice with you, my little deviant. Fuck, I've given you privileges that I've given no other woman - mortal or immortal. But now, I'm done playing nice." His lips turn up into a devilish smirk. Terror courses through my veins.
The next moment my back presses against the cold tile on the wall – the coldness amplified by my drenched shirt. Then his warm lips crash down on mine. It only takes a few seconds before he consumes me.
He rips my shirt from my body without removing his lips from mine. My pants follow soon after.

Fire roars in my veins as we worship each other's lips and explore each other's bodies with our roaming hands.
"Are you still sure you regret fucking me, my little deviant? Because your drenched panties tell a completely different story," he growls in my ear as his right hand rubs my slit over my soaked panties.
The pleasure I feel is so intense that I can hardly speak, but I manage to get a few words out.
"I just got out...of the shower... That's probably...why they are wet..." I say in between gasps as his fingers disappear beneath my underwear.
"You know, I was going to be nice and give you my cock. But since you insist on defying me, you'll have to be satisfied with my fingers. Now let me remind you why you should worship me!"
He thrusts a finger inside of me and my pussy immediately clamps down on it.
"You are still so tight!" he groans as his finger pumps in and out of me at an almost violent pace.
He slips a second finger inside me and rubs my clitoris with his thumb. I hang onto his shoulders for dear life as I throw my head back in ecstasy. I am so fucking close!
"Now scream my name because you are my little whore and I want everyone to know that." His dirty words are enough to send me over the edge.
"Tiras!" I scream over and over again as I come all over his fingers.
He holds me up against the wall while I struggle to come back to reality.
What the fuck was that? Last time we fucked I had orgasms, but none of them had been this powerful and all-consuming. Were his fingers magical?
"Can you stand on your own?" His rough voice asks.
I nod my head slightly. I think I can even though my legs are still wobbly.
He lets go of me completely and heads back to his shower. I almost whimper at the loss of contact.
My eyes don't leave him as he turns off the water and grabs a robe. He throws it on and then focuses his gaze on me.
"Put them on before you leave. I don't want anyone seeing what is mine." He points to my soaked clothes.
I bite my bottom lip hard. One part of me wants to scream at him that I'm not an object and he can't claim me. But the other part, the one who requires psychiatric evaluation, likes that he considers me his. I am so fucked up in the head.
"I'll see you soon, my little deviant," his voice echoes in my mind as he saunters out of the bathroom.
Once he disappears out of the door, I sag to the ground. What the fuck just happened?!

A/N

Hello, my little deviants. What a whirlwind of a chapter! Things can only get steamier from here... Do not forget to vote and comment. If you have any suggestions or criticisms about this book - my door is always open. I would appreciate your honest opinion.

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