The night had been even more fun than I had thought, and after chewing on Luis' guts for a few moments, I stood up and allowed Carson to clean up the mess we had made. We could've done better, I could've done more, but I was feeling God's love and wasn't going to be too evil. But this night, I could tell Carson was killing to relieve stress, not for fun.
"I'm going to take a bath." I nodded to him, making my way to the door, and soon to his beautifully crafted bathroom. I didn't bother to remove my completely stained dress, that was once so important to me and my family, now stained in the irreversible color of blood. I never used any cold water when I took baths, just hot.
I added a few sprinkles of epsom salt, just in case my body was going to be sore again in the morning.
Smoothly dipping my way down into the scalding hot water, I settled down at the bottom of the tub, completely submerged in the bath.
The water around me began to soak up to blood particles, reducing the once crystal clear water to a red color. I couldn't help but smile, looking up to the mirror on the ceiling to see myself. It broke my heart.
"You could never wash it away."
I thought to myself, a very unsettling feeling washing over me, like I was going to vomit. My smile quickly started to fade, and I looked away from the 'me' on the ceiling. I don't know what's wrong, I was so happy a few minutes ago, and now I could wallow in a ditch.
My time will come.
"Mama!" I cried out to the world. "Mama, it's getting hot!" I continued to cry. I couldn't see anything, not even my own hands that I instinctively held out in front of me.
"Mama!" I kept on crying, the unidentified heat beginning to take it's toll on my small body.
"I can't find mum, but we gotta get out of here." A voice rang against my ear, my sister Priscilla.
The grey clouds began to clear, and I got a glimpse of my mother sitting in her infamous rocking chair, burning alive.
"Mama!" I yelled out, finally awakening from my rather terrifying nightmare. My forehead and entire back was covered in sweat, and I quickly sat up to see where I had slept. Carson's room. Though, he wasn't lying next to me. The bed had been neat on his side, as if he had never laid down.
"You fell asleep in the bath."
My gaze shifted over to see Carson sitting in a chair right beside the bed, reading the holy bible of all books.
"I didn't want you to drown. Did you take any medication last night? You were truly out like a light, pumpkin. Oh, and I took the dress you were wearing down to the dry cleaners. Should have seen the look on the woman's face after trying to explain what the hell happened to the thing." He chuckled loudly.
Well, that explained why I was naked, soothing my upcoming panic.
"I.. Thank you, Carson." I mumbled, giving my shoulder a scratch.
He peered over the book to look at me, watching the muscles in my shoulder contract. I saw his eyes, and they quickly met my own.
"Don't you have work?" I asked inquisitively.
"Took off to take care of you. You were shaking last night, so I assumed a flu was arising. But you seem just fine now." He set the bible down on the nearby nightstand.
"Just another nightmare." I broke eye contact for a second, the blanket covering my body sliding down to reveal my back.
"Milan." I looked back over to him, a few strands of hair falling down to cover my face.
"Why do you seduce me?" He asked rather calmly, crossing his legs.
The question took me by surprise, and I turned away from him. "I don't mean to." I responded sheepishly, feeling my face starting to burn in embarrassment.
He frowned, getting up from his chair to lean over me on the bed.
"I beg to differ. You know exactly what you do to me. Why are you torturing me?" His eyes were piercing through my soul itself, giving me chills as the weight and warmth of his body served as some form of comfort. Moments like these made me realize how much control he had over my mind, but not my body.
"You allow me to rattle you, Carson." My hands came up to rest on his strong shoulders.
He leaned down into my neck and flicked some hair away to reveal clear flesh, dragging his nose along the side as he breathed out to purposely pleasure me. I gripped onto him, letting out a small sigh.
"I guess I do." He spoke quietly, starting to trail kisses along my prominent collar bone. My heart began to pound against my chest, biting down on my bottom lip, completely unable to respond without making a noise to let him know he had won.
The kisses seemed to get lower and lower until he reached my lower chest, slowly starting to peel back the blankets covering my bare body. His eyes met mine, and I gave him a small nod of assurance.
"Hurry." I whined to him, his lips starting to press against the middle of my breasts. My legs began to move around, and he held one hand over my head to pin it down, my other hand still squeezing his shoulder.
He sat up, pulling the plain grey t shirt he had been wearing up and over his head, tossing it over to the chair he had sat in, then frantically tugged off the bottoms I hadn't seen and repeated the toss.
Laying back over me, we were eye to eye. I pressed my forehead to his own, starting to breathe a little heavy as his hand began to smoothly glide down my stomach and begin to pet the most sensitive place on any woman's body.
I opened my mouth, and desperately moaned out to him. My body was tightening, and so was the world. I could only focus on him.
He released my hand and I brought my arms up around his neck, our lips beginning to touch from being so close.
"Milan." He whispered, feeling his lips brush all over mine. "You aren't going to stop me?"
I leaned back to look up at him, taking a minute to think about everything that had happened in a matter of seconds. But the impulse overrides the repercussions in my mind
"I'm not." I couldn't stop myself from smiling, crashing my lips onto his as he kissed back with just as much passion. We were so close, I could feel his own heart beating against my chest.
He suddenly slide a finger inside of me, breaking the kiss to closely watch my expressions. Pain, pain, and more pain. I grunted for a while, cringing at the odd sensation.
But he knew what he was doing, I could tell. Just as his finger had caused so much pain, it caused so much pleasure.
I held onto him tightly, burying my face into his chest as I silently whimpered to myself about how good it felt.
His rather warm digit began to pump in and out of me very slowly, allowing my body to get used to the feeling of something inside of that opening.
Once I was relaxed, he smoothly slid in another finger, and I twitched a little, leaning back to look up into his eyes with lust buried within my pupils. Well, so I thought.
"You're very relaxed." He whispered into my ear, removing both fingers from inside of me, I knew it was just to tease. "You'd usually be trying to strangle me by now."
"People change." I kissed his chin. "But I never said to stop, did I?"
He shook his head. "You want me to take your last rose? The one thing that sets you and I apart? You've held it for so long, you wanted to be different. Now you want to give it up to me of all people? Milan, what's gotten into you?"
My last white rose, he was right. I've given up every other part of me besides my virginity. I guess in my heart it made me seem pure, as if a murderer could be that way. He was always right about me, he knew me better than I knew myself, no matter how much I tried to fight it.
"Don't you see?" I ran my fingers through his dark brown locks. "I left it all for you, Carson. Give me this moment, because I want it."
And for a moment, I saw raw emotion flood his deep blue eyes, as if he had a mental breakthrough.
