Serpentine Desires

The prey- 140

That night he took me several times and every word he whispered was still painted on my skin. We lost count, or simply didn't care, he reminded me, assuring me that I was more to him than anything. He called me his everything. Even the ache he often felt in his chest. He called me his ruin, a punishment. And I called him my salvation.

At one point, the pool's cold was replaced with the warmth of sheets. His cold hands with his hot tongue. There was no a part of me he hadn't touched, and there was not a part of me I hadn't craved. It was absurd. Too terrorising that I was finding solace in the storm. I felt like a black dot on the entire female population. Pathetically and irrevocably attracted to my captor. Yes, I admitted finally.

It was a shame I still couldn't breathe by the time he was done with me, or by the time I lost my consciousness. It was some time in the night I felt him between my legs again, eating me out, like a starved animal, and he ripped another violent orgasm out of me.

As the night faded into the morning, the blissful haze was replaced by a dull ache and startling realization of shame and embarrassment. I was feeling exhausted and cramped. Pushing the sheets aside, I saw a large red blotch on the bed. Terrified that he might have gone overboard and injured me, which was possible since he had been overly rough, I quickly went to the bathroom. I'd never been so grateful to find that it was just my period. That explained the overly over-dramatic roller coaster ride of emotions I went through last night.

Sighing and doing my business, I searched the bathroom for menstrual pads. Finding none, I decided to ask Krystina or Anya. It was bizarre how I couldn't even walk straight after the rough night.

When I reached Krystina's room, she was in there, getting dressed. Her room was tidy, almost meticulously so, with neatly folded pastel blankets and a stack of books on her bedside table. The faint scent of lavender hung in the air, calming in contrast to the storm of emotions inside me.

Her eyes widened when she saw me stumbling into the room clutching my belly.

"Oh my god, Sera. Are you alright?" I nodded.

"Do you have... pads?" She frowned looked down at me and quickly understood.

"Yes, wait, I'll get them." She rushed into her bathroom and held the door for support. Damn. It hurt so bad. Why do women have to suffer? It felt like my insides were being pulled out. She returned holding a pack of sanitary napkins and a few pills.

"Thank you," I mumbled grabbing the things. Before I could turn, she grabbed my arm and looked worriedly at me."You... you can change here. I have a few new underwear. Wait, I'll get them," She rushed into her wardrobe before I could refuse. She handed the underwear to me and I couldn't be any more grateful. I finished changing in her bathroom and swallowed the pills. I waited for them to kick in. After a minute or two, I felt a little bit relieved enough to walk back.

Splashing water on my face, I stared at my reflection. What did I do last night? Why couldn't I control my emotions? Blaming my period felt like an easy excuse, but I knew deep down what I felt was real.

It was the lack of communication. We meet, we destroy, we fuck... and that was it. There were no real words between us. Neither of us knew what the other felt. And none of us was ready to speak about it. His heart was too hard, and mine was too soft.

I could easily ask Krystina or anyone in this house. It was another thing if I'd get any answers or not, but I wanted to talk to him. To know him. To see what lay beneath his pale eyes. What exactly happened that made him the man he was today?

But my thoughts turned into a mess when he touched me.

Taking a deep breath, I dried my face and walked into the room to find Krystina pacing around all while fidgeting with her hands. Upon seeing me, she quickly rushed to me. "You want me to call the doctor? Anything to eat? Fruits probably? I heard they're good-"

"I'm fine," I smiled and grabbed her hands in mine. "You're very kind, Krystina. But that's all, I'm truly very fine. See?" I motioned at my body. She seemed sceptical for a second before she nodded.

"Alright then. See you on the table." I nodded and followed her out of the room. Going back into our room, I changed into comfy clothes, loose trousers and an oversized shirt. When I reached the dining hall, everyone was seated there. I suddenly had a realisation. I sprinted out of the hall yesterday, what they would be thinking of me? I didn't want to look ungrateful for everything they were doing, giving me kindness, love and care.

Awkwardly, I shuffled to where Rara was sitting with Alexei and sat opposite her. Krystina smiled at me and Killian smirked. Hyper-aware of their eyes on me, I kept my head low and poured myself a cup of hot coffee. To my surprise, no one mentioned last night, instead they all seemed to be in deep conversation about something in Russian.

My eyes took in the people and my heart dropped realising he wasn't here.

I knew it was silly to feel nervous but I couldn't help it. Rara prepared a plate for me with fruits, some salad and a bowl of clear soup. And every time she was kind to me, I felt like an immoral human.

I finished the food on my plate feeling energetic for some reason and helped Rara. Krystina soon left for the school and Rara had some work in the orphanage. Leaving me and my loneliness. It was bizarre how big this mansion was and I was the only one who had nothing to do. Guards, maids and even the insects were doing something. Feeling detested, I slumped on the couch and hugged the cushions to my chest. I missed everything. Even the life I had before going to Russia. At least I felt alive.

I chuckled and frowned when I felt the saltiness in my mouth.

Was I crying?

My fingers found my cheek. I, indeed, was crying. I shut my eyes, forcing the tears back and trying to sleep when I felt tingles under my feet. Something soft and... cuddly. My eyes snapped open when I realised what it was. My eyes widened and a large grin curved on my lips hearing the adorable whining. And my body immediately lurched to hold him in my arms.

"Chester!" I sobbed hugging the small bundle of fur into my chest. Peppering him with kisses, I cuddled him into my chest. I didn't know where he came from or who brought him, I realised it was him I was missing the most. Chester licked my face and whimpered. He looked healthier and a bit larger than before. "My baby..."

"You're welcome, ptichka," I jumped startled hearing his gruff voice from behind to find him standing there, with his hands in his pockets and looking at me. With a smile. Smile that for the first time seemed like one and not just any smirk and mocking sneer. His dimples made him look boyish, hair dishevelled and tie loosened.

My heart did a stupid thing. It skipped a beat and I stared at him as if I was looking at him for the first time. I felt so many things altogether. Anger, grief, pain... and something strange. It wasn't sane on my part.

He had a way of looking at me as if I were the only thing keeping him sane, and it terrified me because I felt the same way.

His smile faded when he noticed I was not saying. A heated look overpowered as he looked at my lips and he cleared his throat. "Get ready, I'll take you out."

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Here is your Chester y'all.