Deviance

Chapter 13

"What's wrong, baby?" Tiras places his hand on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. "Nothing's wrong." I shrug and continue staring out of the window.
"Yes, and my cock isn't hard for you right now..."
I smile slightly. God, I love how he can be dirty so openly. Anxiety must fear him.
"I don't know... I just can't help but think that I won't fit in where we are going..."
When we left Pureza, I was still in my post-orgasm bubble. I had my rose-coloured glasses on and believed that his dick is so good that it might be the cure to cancer. But now... now reality is starting to set in again.
I remember who I am and who he is. I'm just a nobody and he is a sex god who happens to be loaded. I would bet my left tit that the club we are going to is exclusive and dripping in opulence. Regardless of the dress I am wearing, I am going to stick out like a sore thumb when we get there.
For a second there, I forgot that I wasn't his equal. That he was not in my league.
"And who gives a fuck if you don't?" He keeps his eyes on the road, but his hand squeezes my thigh.
"Me. I give a fuck. In fact, I give a lot of fucks. But you wouldn't understand..."
I turn my head towards my window. I am pathetic.
"Don't you dare fucking look away from me, Auburn." His growl demands my head to snap in his direction.
It's like my body knows shit is serious whenever Tiras uses my real name. "Good girl. Now, tell me why you think I wouldn't understand?"
I have to squeeze my thighs tightly together to try and stop the ache between my thighs after he called me a good girl. Looks like someone has a praise kink...
"Stop fishing for compliments, Tiras. Both of us know that you are like a magnet. People just gravitate towards you. You're hot, wealthy and dripping with sex-appeal. You have never felt like you don't belong. You are like a puzzle piece that always fucking fits."
I cross my arms over my chest and stare out of my window again. Am I being mature about this situation? Hell no! But I can't help it. Sometimes a girl just has to act like a little brat in order to save herself from feeling vulnerable.
The buildings that were flying past us start slowing down. How fast was he driving in the first place? He's a real speed demon!
The next moment we come to a halt in front of a small pizzeria.
"First off, what did I say about looking away from me?" His hand wraps around my jaw and gently tugs so that I am looking at him again.
"You told me not to do it..." I squeak out like a little mouse – his little mouse. "Good, now obey me next time. Secondly, what type of pizza do you like?"
I want to make a comment about me not being his fucking servant who needs to obey him, but I am too caught off-guard by his question to make my snarky remark.
"Anything without bell peppers is fine..."
"Okay, no bell peppers. Noted." He then gets out of the car and walks over to my door and opens it for me.
"What the hell is going on?" I ask as I take his hand and step out of his black Rolls-Royce Phantom.
"I just remembered that I haven't fed you yet. So, we'll grab a bite to eat before we go to the club. I think you might be a little bit hangry." He intertwines his fingers in mine and leads the way into the pizzeria.
"Mr. Lust! It is great to have you dine with us again." A young hostess eagerly greats Tiras when we go inside.
I have to fight to keep the disgusted look off of my face. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is, calling my man 'Mr. Lust'?
I let go of his hand and wrap my arm around his waist. I snuggle into his side and give her a death stare.
Tiras wraps his arm over my shoulders and presses me against him.
"You are quite a possessive little thing. You might just give me a run for my money." He leans down and whispers into my ear before he gives a little chuckle.
"Yes, make it one of your Regina pizzas and two grape juices. You good with that, baby?" He directs his question at me.
"That sounds nice."
As much as I hate to admit it. He was right earlier. I am hangry. My stomach growled at the mention of pizza.
"Good. I don't drink alcohol, but you are welcome to have some if you like."
I am a little bit stunned by his admission, but now that I think about it, I haven't ever seen him consume even a drop of alcohol.
"I'm okay thanks."
He nods and then leads me to a table in the back corner. I definitely notice that the hostess doesn't follow behind us, but I'm not surprised. I wouldn't have either after he flat-out ignored her warm welcome. I have to say that it feels good that he was curt with her.
I throw one last glare her way and then turn towards Tiras who is staring at me with an amused expression on his face.

"What?" I ask as I cross my arms over my chest again.
"You are cute when you are jealous. I still don't understand what triggered your little green demon to rear her head, but I love it."
I blush.
"She had the fucking nerve to call you Mr. Lust in front of me. That is what triggered me. She basically screamed at the top of her lungs that she wants to fuck you."
He lets out a full-on belly laugh this time.
"You are fucking priceless, my little deviant. She wasn't trying to ride my cock. You do realise that she actually just referring to me by my surname?"
I shake my head. What?
"You mean to tell me that your actual surname is Lust?"
"Tiras Lust at your service." He grins at me.
"Well, fuck me!"
The more time I spend with him the more I realise how little I know about him. But to be fair, he doesn't know all that much about me either.
"I'll definitely take you up on that offer later tonight. But for now, we are going to talk about what you said in the car."
I swallow hard. I said a lot of things in the car...
"For most of my life I haven't really fit in anywhere. I am the black sheep of my family, which is quite a fucking feat because they are a bunch of psychopaths. The only woman I have ever loved, rejected me. And to top it all of I used to be an insecure little boy with people pleasing tendencies. So, trust me when I say that I know how it feels to not belong. I understand."
I reach for his across the table and give it a little squeeze.
"Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me. It actually means a lot." I smile at him.
We fall into a comfortable silence until our food and drinks come. We then feast on one of the best pizzas I have ever tasted. What can I say, Tiras has good taste.
He then pays and leaves a pretty generous tip. I guess I understand why the hostess was glad to see him again.
"Are you feeling more comfortable about tonight?" he asks once we are in the car again.
"Yes, I actually am." My cheeks are becoming sore from all of the smiling I have been doing around him.
"Good. And just in case you ever feel like you don't fit in or aren't good enough, just remember that I wouldn't be with you if I didn't think you were one of the best humans to ever walk this earth. And my opinion is the only one that really matters."
The narcissism set aside, it is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. I lean over and give him a peck on his lips before he starts the engine and speeds off.

A/N

Hello, my little deviants. I apologise for the shorter chapters recently, but I have just been a little bit overwhelmed recently. I hope you enjoy them nonetheless. Don't forget to vote and comment.

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