Flowers and Darkness

Chapter 16

Our mouths moved as one. Wild, strong and passionate.

It was a battle of power. Dean taking control, then me. A constant cycle of dominance.

Dean won and he took over.

His body pushed me down on the bed and his hands pinned mine flat above me. His body lowered possessively over me like a blanket and one leg wedged between both of mine.

His hands slowly loosened his grip on mine and raked up and down my body. I felt goosebumps and quickly ran my hands through Dean's hair. His mouth lowered from my mouth and down my jaw. I awaited in anticipation until he finally kissed down my neck, hitting the sweet spot in the crook of my neck.

When his hands swept up and down to cup at my chest, I gasped and shoved him back.

He stilled in confusion. Putting some space between us and quirking an eyebrow.

I reached down to pull the dress I was wearing off my head. I wore a sky blue lace bra that contrasted against my black underwear. Not the sexiest lingerie set, but right now I didn't care and I didn't think he did either.

All I needed was my skin on his.

Without hesitation he quickly unbuttoned and pulled off his own shirt, before chucking it carelessly over my dress; now crumpled on the floor. Dean's mouth feverishly went back onto mine, with my hands running up and down his bare muscular back. His hands roughly ran under my bra and squeezed. I moaned. His hips had dropped downwards, with my own too eager to mimic his movements.

In frustration, I placed my hands on his hips to momentarily stop him and rolled myself on top of him. He felt hard from under me and I had to bite my lip to stop moaning again. One knee on either side of his legs with him looking up at me, I felt the dominance shift back into my favour. It felt good.

With one hand I ran a hand down the sculpted curves of his chest and slowly pulled down the zipper of his trousers. He bit the side of his lip and impatiently waited for my next move. I was in control now.

I smirked.

With my other hand, that wasn't toying with his zipper, I unsnapped the clasp of my bra and let it drop down my shoulders.

Dean looked down my body in complete lust. His gaze slow, as if memorising every feature. It should make me feel self conscious, to have him pay this much attention when I'm at my most vulnerable. But I felt the opposite. I felt strong.

I leaned down to kiss him when I heard it. A small squeak of the door opening and footsteps entering.

"My King, you have a guest."

I screamed. Instinctively Dean grabbed my shoulders and rolled me back down and under him. Shielding my body away from prying eyes.

"Not now!" He growled, deep enough to even bring a shiver down my spine.

His neck twisted to look at the intruder. And from his sudden anger I could only assume a deathly glare was being emitted.

"My King, he insisted on seeing you right away," the female voice cut in, as if unaffected by his previous words.

He slid out of the bed, making sure the bed covers were securely covering me. I felt cold from where his body left mine in this big bed. I pulled the covers tighter to my body, to bring some warmth.

With my view no longer blocked I could see Alyanna stood at the door. Back straight, hands behind her back and an unreadable expression plastered over her face.

He walked over, pulling up his zipper with rigid shoulders until he stood just a foot away from her.

"And who was important enough for you to come and disturb me?" He gritted out, his back muscles hard and tense.

"Henry, my King."

I saw his back rise and fall as he inhaled and exhaled deeply.

He turned around towards me and pulled on the now crinkled shirt he had thrown on the floor.

His face was hardened and serious.

"I'm sorry, I'll see you tonight." He gave me a quick peck on on the cheek before heading out of the door.

"What-" I stopped myself when I saw he was already long gone.

That asshole.

Alyanna remained standing by the door. At Dean's departure she slowly dropped her hands so they hung by her sides and looked curiously at me.

"I-nevermind my Queen, it's not my place to say."

Her plump red lips twitched and her gaze held mine. She knew exactly what the next words to leave my mouth would be.

"What is it?" I hated how I proved her right, but curiosity got the better of me.

The room was silent and tense as I waited for her to speak.

"Forgive me, I do not mean to offend, but I just saw you as a strong woman." She paused to observe my reaction. "Not one easily seduced by the devil, just a few hours after arriving."

I gritted my teeth. There was not bite to her tone, but based on the sugar sweet smile afterwards, I was sure she knew it would offend me.

I stayed silent and moved my gaze on the dresser opposite the bed.

It was shiny and new. There was no scuff marks or chipping like my own dresser at home. This one looked immaculate. It looked perfect.

Was I brought over for the same reason? Was I brought over as a piece of furniture? A side piece to look pretty and new. Am I here for that reason?

He got what he wanted. It was unspoken, but clear in her words and mannerisms.

My cheeks flushed in shame.

"I'll send up the maids to help you get ready for tonight, my Queen."

Not even a beat later she walked out the room, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

Her words hurt because I knew she was right.

I wasn't strong. I was weak and I gave in way too easily.

This man kidnapped me and I almost had sex with him.

I had lost my virginity to Freddie Payne, my ex-boyfriend, two years ago. Dean wouldn't have been my first. But sex was still an intimate thing and means something to me. And I almost just had sex with my kidnapper.

How fucked up is that.

How fucked up am I? Am I that naive? This man isn't the Dean I thought I knew. I need to remember that.

I didn't even realise when the maid from earlier came to my bed side with a grand, fluffy red robe.

"Come my Queen, we'll get you ready for you ball this evening."

I looked up at her and she gave me a strained smile back. Another maid, slightly younger, stood by the door nodding and giving me that same strained smile.

Would that smile become my norm?

I nodded reluctantly. As much as I wanted to stay curled up in this bed, I knew that the only way to get out of the place was to know this place. I needed to know the ins and outs. I needed to know every secret corridor. Every spoken word and rumour.

And I knew the best way to do this was to firstly go to tonight's ball.