Black Bacardi

A Compulsive Liar

I woke up to a loud crash. My eyes shot up instantly at the sound of porcelain hitting the floor and breaking in so many pieces. I stood up, not caring about my nightwear: A lacy top with silky shorts. My hair was out of its usual bun, waving down all the way to the middle of my back. I walked silently —but rather fast, to the kitchen. I saw a small girl, bent down and swearing at the mess she made.

She tried desperately to pick up every pieces of the broken porcelain. I winced inside, my very expensive porcelain. She hadn't noticed my presence yet and I figured she didn't want to. I bent down in front of her which made her look up and let out a loud shriek.

Her body flew backwards and she swore loudly. She looked me up and down and giggled. "What the hell are you wearing?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes. "First you break my plate and now you judge my choice of nightwear. Gosh." She smirked. "I can't be tamed."

I looked at her, my eyes shot up while picking up the fragments of the plate left. I got up and threw everything in the trash, not saying a word to Zofianna. She looked lost, on the floor, looking at me like a puppy who had done something wrong. I stood over her, she was laying down on the floor, not moving, just looking up at me. She wanted to get up, but my foot pushed her back down on the floor.

"Are you angry?" She asked, looking at me with hopeful eyes, asking me to not be mad. I looked at her carefully, smiling, my foot still on her legs, letting her know that I didn't want her to get up just yet.

"It's all about using your dominance to scare off the defendant." She paused. "Or anyone else." She looked down, not daring to look up anymore, her face was red from embarrassment and she was shivering slightly. I bent down, placing my left bare leg between hers, my right leg on the left side of her body.

I hovered her, my hand right beside her face, holding myself up. I used my other hand to turn her head, making her look at me. She made sure her eyes would not meet mine, she looked at my body and shivered.

Her hands were beside her, holding herself up. She slowly let herself lay down completely on her back, making me in complete control. Our bodies weren't touching quite yet, both not daring to touch each other. My face was inches away from hers. So far, yet so close. She looked frightened, scared of something, scared of me?

"Are you afraid?" I asked.

She looked at me, at my lips, biting hers. She closed her eyes, making her look peaceful for a second. Her breath caught in her throat, like a lump of the sort. She looked back up to me and answered shakily,

"I'm terrified." She breathlessly answered. My hand moved up to her face, touching it ever so slightly, caressing it. Making sure she knew I wasn't going to hurt her. I looked at her carefully, looking at her expression, her face, how she spoke wordlessly. How every twitch her body who screamed underneath me, her hands whom were begging to touch me or her lips who wanted to taste and feel mine.

I brought my face closer to hers, our lips only inches apart, "What happened to your self confidence? The one you had back then, when you were so close to the edge of cliff? Do you remember what you told me?" I asked, her flowery sent hitting my nostrils, my sensitive nerves waking up. She looked at me and nodded. As much as I liked it when she wasn't saying anything bratty, I wanted to hear her say it.

"Say it."

Her eyes shot up, "You like this too much! The power you have over me, you like it too much," She licked her lips and started stuttering. "This isn't fifty shades of Serana." I chuckled lightly, bringing my face closer to hers.

"Say it, I won't ask again." My hand made its way to her waist, grasping it hard, my fingers digging in her pale skin. She looked at me and whine slightly. She sighed and repeated what she had said a few months back. "Do you believe in soulmates?" I moved my hands slightly under her shirt, my fingers barely touching her skin, only light feathered touches.