Dio x OC [The Tale Of A Bloody Love]

CHAPTER XXIII: [Useless talks?]

He caught me by the neck and approached my face to his. He wasn't jaded anymore.

Is it anger? Or is he excited to see me full of mud? It was impossible to know how the flames in his eyes were awakened. All I knew was that he did not fantasize about dirty feet.

My head carried all the weight of my body and filled with blood. He lifted me up with one strong hand and looked at me without any emotion, the white light of the night star was reflecting in his orbs and contrasted with his warm orange irises. My nails sunk into his white flesh, but he didn't even react. He let go of the cloth with his other hand to lift up my posterior and finally remove my unsustainable body weight.
Despite the fact that he was still strangling me, I could see a smile of satisfaction on his lips. He released the grip and carried me like a like an overstuffed sack of potatoes. My airways finally opened. I regained my breath on the way back. But he stopped in the middle of the roses. I couldn't see what he was doing or what he was looking at but I was totally dozing off to ask him. I was just a rag doll.
"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... I was starting to get impatient. Then I remembered that patience is the best virtue. We get nowhere without that, you know?" He questioned me.
Not hearing me answer, he pinched my thigh.
"Oh no, don't you dare fall asleep! It's too late, lady!"

He pulled me out of my drowsiness by throwing me on a pillow of roses. I felt a thorn in my shin as I passed, while the smell rose in my nostrils. The evening breeze made me shiver slightly as my nipples pointed skyward, followed by goosebumps.

I reached out my arms to steal his sheet, but he stopped my movement by grabbing my wrists. I glared at him, covering my chest with my bent legs.
"This is one of the most important things if you want a prestigious life." he added. "I've been patient enough with you. I almost wonder if you didn't like the danger a little too much."
I felt his weight fall back little by little on mine. The thorns threatened to break under our two bodies.
"Do you think I have time for your bullshit?" He asked me, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Yes you have. Isn't that what a man is supposed to do for his love? I'm cold, give me something to cover myself with." I ordered him. I was so tired that I had no control over what I was doing or saying, as if I wasn't sober.

And to think that I promised myself not to do anything dangerous...

He escaped a laugh, pinning my hands above my head. Before I could even ask him what was funny, he turned me over and I found myself on my belly from one second to the next, the soft petals of the roses caressed my bust.
Although it was comfortable, it didn't stopped me from complaining about his sudden gesture.
I was lost in the sensual fragrance of the roses that tickled my face. I didn't even pay attention to him anymore, the fatigue and this floral bed was only a trap.
I heard Dio getting impatient but the sleep was much more interesting. That's what I thought, until he stung me with something. I let out a cry and when I looked at him, he held a rod full of thorns.
"Tell me." He said.
"Tell you what, damn it!"
He lost patience and spanked me with it.
"I told you to stop that. Now, tell me!"
I shook my head in response and he continued to use the thorny whip.
With each stroke and question, he put a hand on the affected area. I was biting a rose to stifle my cries as best I could.
After a while, the pain of my buttocks made me give up.
"It was a stone discovered in a field of ruin not far from my home. I lost it when we had to move." I mumbled. "I haven't seen it since that day." I added slightly.
He said nothing. I heard no more noise except the cracking of the roots below me.
I remained frozen waiting for the pain to dissipate. He sighed and lay down on me. I felt his warm chest on my back. I was ready to fall into the arms of Morpheus but Dio was not.
Not now.