The Doll Trap

Chapter 10 - Lost Desire

Chapter 10 – Lost Desires

Annette's POV

What was it that really made me feel this way? Was it the magical feeling the cold night air and moonlit sky gave? No. Maybe it helped, but really it was all his fault.

I felt my fingers tighten on the pillow I held in my lap, my breath catching in my throat. I swallowed dry as my eyes stayed glued to his. In my head I just kept repeating “stop looking, stop, looking, stop looking...” over and over. My face was blank, taking every ounce of self control in my to copy the emotionless doll-like face I had experienced for years, but my heart beated so wildly in my chest, almost as if it would jump out, giving away my restless state.

It was like the person before me wasn't the same as before. The easily angered and entertaining boy no longer looked that way, his eyes burning with a certain passion as his face stood blank before mine. He was serious, he was no longer a boy, but a man. I could tell – if anyone could, that would have to be me. The emotion that brought on that fire was one I knew all too well – desire. My power being one that fulfilled desires, I could spot them right away. But, even if it weren't that way, I felt like I still wanted to fulfill it.

My heart pounded in my ears. How could the boy I treated more like a pet than anything suddenly turn into...a beast? His hungry eyes never left mine as he started leaning forward. Even though this time I could avoid it, I didn't – no, couldn't. He had me trapped. All I could do was to try to mask my feelings, just as I had so painfully done the last time when he caught me off guard. How could a person change like this? How? Why...? I...I...No...Stop....

I felt my cheeks flush slightly, cursing at myself as I felt the heat surge. His lips were just inches from mine as my held breath suddenly came ragged, my head tilting back slightly and my eyes half closing, still not leaving the fire that oddly burned in his icy blue eyes.

He wouldn't let me go. No, of course not. His hand reached for my chin, and I shivered at the cold touch of his fingers. I had to control myself...I really...really...had to...

And then his lips landed on mine, my violet eyes going wide as I froze, a sudden shock of electricity seeming to course through my body. His soft lips didn't move for a few seconds either, and I suddenly started to shiver, my eyes going watery. No! They couldn't...It would give me away...

My eyes shut tight as I willed myself to move, but felt as my body totally ignored my brain. If I had desired him to stop, he would have. But, desires come from the heart, not the brain. No matter how much I would have wanted it not to be true, the truth was that I really didn't want him to stop, and I didn't want to move.

Opening my eyes slightly, I wished I hadn't. I was met with the ice blue eyes half closed over long black lashes, the passion and fire of desire burning in them too strong. His desire took over my body, and I responded. Our lips started moving together, my cheeks growing redder my the second, out of breath. My head suddenly hit against the roof as he pushed me down, now on top, only the pillow in between us. His smooth black hair brushed against my hot cheeks, and the kiss grew more urgent and passionate by the second. This was bad. It was worse than last time. I needed to stop this before it went any further...I had to...I...

Blast's POV

“Er...Am I interrupting something?” The voice suddenly awoke me from a daze I didn't know I was in.

I blinked, glancing down under me. What I saw made my eyes go wide. It was a sight I never expected to see.

Ann, the sadistic doll who seemed to have no heart, looked incredibly vulnerable under me. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, breathless, her violet eyes staring half open under dark thick lashes with a look I never imagined she could have. Rosy lips were half parted as the uneven breaths escaped them, her fingers curled tightly around the pillow she held to her chest, black nails digging in it as if for her dear life.