Cause You are Mine

Undeniable Facts

He was standing by the door with my purse in his hands and smiling. He was f*cking smiling. His expensive dark suit with black shirt was emphasizing the darkness within his soul in contradiction to his jocosely beautiful face. The sparks in his eyes were mischievous and adorable. His toned body and his upright stance were radiating strength and dominance.

I extended my hand for my purse but he upheld it to stop me to reach it. I hopped and tried again only to fell forward into his chest which was shaking with laughter. The heat radiating from his body trembled my every internal organ. His closeness shivered me. This could not be happening I shouldn't be feeling anything for this psycho but on the contrary I was ready to melt in his arms. The sudden effect of my fell into his chest caused an impact of indescribable, uncontrollable desire. I felt his hands holding my waist slowly reached my hips steadying me and pulling me closer to his body. His nose at the crook of my neck inhaling and exhaling, sending goosebumps to every cell on my body. I wanted to touch him, his chiseled face his toned arms, chest and didn't want to resist this unbearable desire to kiss him. So I moved closer. There was no space left between our burning bodies and I could feel his every muscle rising the need of feeling more and more inside me. I needed him to fulfill me, to complete me. His roaming hands all over my hips to my waist and arms burning me with pleasure. His soft lips kissing my neck with tender was melting me and making me moan in a way that I never ever heard myself before. I was holding on to his biceps which were filling my palms perfectly as if my life was depended on him. He moved his legs now we were hip to hip. I felt his hard on and gasped. I grinded on it like a horny teenager. The pressure between my legs was causing my head whirl.

I gave him more access to my neck and collarbone which earned a grunt from his throat, his lips started to suck and lick my sensitive skin, my legs were wobbling and if it wasn't his hand on my waist holding me I would fall down. He turned my chin with his other hand and touched my lips with his own like a feather, murmuring something I was not capable of comprehending. Then he pressed his lips to mine harder but yet still soft and gentle. I lost myself under the spell of those lips. This overwhelming feeling, bursting from my heart to my stomach completely blocking the upper side of my body that keeps me logical and reasonable, captured me. Even if I hated to admit, I was ready to be his now and then. He pulled away this dream from me by removing his killer lips from mine. Our foreheads touching, our breaths mingling, he managed to verbalize something with his sexy and husky voice that I couldn't form into anything meaningful cause my conception was corrupted.

I raised my head and looked at him in the eyes.

"Fuck" he whispered. "You are fucking beautiful and I want you now"

I whimpered with his words.

"Go pack some essentials for yourself, and meet me downstairs I will be waiting in the car" He commanded.

Here comes the reality and my brain that gratefully decided to function.

"No way! I am not going anywhere with you, give me my purse back and leave for forever!" I snapped back.

"Doll face don't you see that I won't? Can't you understand that there are undeniable facts? I will follow you wherever you go I will pursue every step you take and make you mine in the end?" he tsked. "I will never leave you until you're completely mine, capisce? he said with cockiness that is crowned by his infamous smirk that I want to rip away from him.

I pushed his chest away and removed myself from his hold. As soon as I was away from his touch I felt cold.

Coldness was good for my brain.

"No you're wrong" I yelled. "I don't and will not belong to anybody especially you, you cannot force me to do anything. I even don't know your name for God's sake!"

"Is that your problem? Oh it is easy to solve then" He grinned.

"My name is Damien Maxwell mademoiselle" he bowed his head with exaggeration.

"Fuck off" I was beyond furious, my anger level reached a point that cannot be measured without precaution.

"C'mon." He whined. "I am tired of your stupid shows and escapades. Be a little good girl and come with me maybe I reward you later" he suggestively winked and I blushed. I fucking blushed with embarrassment as if I wanted to be rewarded but ashamed to ask. Oh my f*cking life.

I collected myself up, straightened my composure "Mr. Matthews I am sorry but you have to leave before I call the cops" I said with determination.

He burst into laugh. Holding his hand to his stomach. "Darling go ahead and call and ask them about me and then when you have your answers, do as I tell and pack your things." He shooed me.

Of course he was not afraid of the cops, the man looked like a walking police department on his own, a danger to all kind of specimen in the universe. I bet he was what they call "capo" or something in Mafia. Wait are there still mafias in the world? The ruling system must have been changed since we were in technological century right?

"Yeah Mafia still exists doll face and is more powerful because of that technology. Don't beat your brain with stuff like this, I take care of the business." He said in boredom.

Did I say all that out loud?

Wow that was some news.

I felt defeated. There was nothing I could've done but listen to him. I looked at him one more time sizing him up and down. He was not that bad. He was a good kisser. Why not go with him huh? He must be rich judging by his appearance and he had a penthouse which was adequately nice as far as I remember. 'Hold it there Emily! You're not a materialistic girl, you never judge by the looks and count people's money' I told myself.

I should've admitted that he was good looking. This was a plus yeah?

'What about the inner look?' I was sure that he was not successful in that department. 'Fact.'

I turned around and go straight to my room. I was feeling a hunch on my back slowly enervating me. How I wish to be at home with my father and my brother right now. I was lonely in this city struggling with my studies at the college and fighting my past which was a burden as well as my being. I missed mom and her smell. Her tenderhearted words to calm me whenever I was provoked by my brother while playing games. I wished her to tell me what to do right now, how to escape this craziness caused by the delirious man outside my apartment to take me away to god knows where and how long. But she was no longer with me.

I couldn't, I wouldn't do it.

I could not surrender with despair. This was just not me. I needed to fight and oppose to whatever comes my way evilly, in this case it was Damien Matthews. I was determined and self confident eventhough I didn't know how to manage to get away from this nightmare.

Yet.