The feel of the thread on my hand is something I don't miss everytime.
It is a fucking promise that I need to get her back by hook or by crookMy thoughts shifted to the night where I held her to me, where she tried to act tough
"You really thought you can run away from me Solnechnyy?"
I ask her chuckling.
She is in a warm bath tub that Haruka, her teacher whom she looks up to prepared for her."I-"
Her words didn't reach me or rather she didn't even say anything.
I slowly moved my hand to her hair and leave them open."What the-"
I pressed my palm on her lips and shut her up.
She wiggled in my grip for few seconds but didn't do anything further as she covered herself with her tiny hands which are bandaged.
"What did you see"
I ask her knowing too well that she saw everything that we all did in Basement, I know she is scared of Chains but what was the look she gave me. I can't stand that look from her.
It is bugging me like a wound still having a knife.
I want that look to be gone.
"Tell me Anya"
I ask slowly now moving my hand to her neck, touching her delicate neck that looks so fucking inviting, she flinched back.She doesn't like me touching her, not anymore.
Yet I still hold her neck and pull her face closer to mine.
Her naked body came in my sight.
I look at her breasts, her waist and the other half of her body is still in water covered in bubbles and lather.
"Don't touch-"
I shut her up by placing my lips on her.
I can feel her rage, she kept on hitting my chest but stopped for a moment.
She is too careless, why the fuck did she lift those sharp glass pannels up?
I pull her towards me again, some water splashing on me, I held her wrists and looked into her eyes, the same look of disgust.
"Vaughn-"
I just pressed my lips on her, I didn't move them or kiss her in practical.
I pulled away and see her being angry.
"Get-"
"If you will scream your teachers will get wrong Idea of us, they are already accepting me as you see"
Her eyes widened as she pushed me away but I didn't let her."Calm down Anya"
I wishper near her lips and lightly brush my lips on her.
She pushed me away a little too harshly this time.
And backed away in water covering herself in lather.The look, fuck that look, I hate that.
She is looking at me as if she needs to get away from me and should be protected from me, not by me.
The look she is giving me is to drive me away from her.
Thats it.
I pull her up not caring whether she is naked or not.
Her eyes widened but I didn't give her any time to react or register to the moment as I pulled her with myself in her shower and turn the shower on.
I hold her still and stood a little awah so I don't get drenched with her."Get away from me monster what are you doing"
"What does it look like I am doing?"
I said holding her both wrists in mine, her eyes lowered, not meeting mine
"Look at me"
"I said look at me""My robe"
She said looking down
"Anya look up"
"Don't look at me, just hand me my robe"
She said breathing heavily.
"Anya, Look at me"
She is one hell of a stubborn girl, I didn't look at her completely, I won't look at her anywhere.
I already saw enough now and fuck that I am addicted.
"Anya-"
"I feel uncomfortable, just give me my robe"
"Why do you feel uncomfortable?"
I ask as I went near her and turned off the shower, I am a little drenched but thats not that problem now.
I want her grey green eyes to look at me, fight me and argue with me.
"I-"
"Anya"
"I hate my scars, just don't ask anything more"
I can see the little marks on her breasts aswell.
She is gorgeous, those scars doesn't make her look anyless.
She didn't ask for them.
"How did you get them-"
"Just give me-"
I held her bare shoulders and slowly trail my hands down to her breasts and touch those scars, she moved back trying to hide herself again but I didn't let her.
I held her wet hair with my one hand and my other hand grazed her nipple.
They are hard.
I look at her biting her lips harshly.
I am surprised that blood is not oozing out.
"Don't do it captai-"
I pressed her nipple a little harshly this time and she breathed heavily making me fucking hard.
Fuck
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GOD OF DARK
FanfictionVAUGHN MOROZOV Monster, psycho and god of Dark Dark hair, hazel eyes and dark heart. One of the Heathens who appears as white mask, white is nothing like his personality. Heir to mafia. New york Bratva's important member He does what he does, he ne...