Deviant Fixation

by Valencia Carmelita

  He was unfazed by her stiffened posture and frightened expression. All he could do by his eyes was drink in her natural beauty like a man who'd gone days without water.

  Was this a fucking mirage? He couldn't believe his eyes.

  ..I'll finally drink you in whole today, Kashani..

  ...no one is here to prevent me..

  ..not you even you would have the strength to stop me..

  The sight before him, was like a celestial meal set upon a silver platter.

  Her shiny dark tresses cascaded around her in a disarray. Her petite figure garbed in a long loose sleeved white night gown. Her doe eyes shone brightly with unshed tears, and oh how he longed to taste them like he had days ago in the corridor. He had tasted the years of heartache on her tears.

  ..perhaps we have something in common..

  ..we're both broken individuals ...

  "W-What are y-you doing here..." Her soft voice lets out in quiet shock.

  He enjoys that dulcet melody of her feminine voice, as he closed the door behind him and bolted it without looking away from her.

  Fearfully, her gaze trails behind him at the door before locking with his again.

  She grows rapidly angered. "Get out of my room!!! How dare you ?! Get out !!!"

  He suppresses the urge to chuckle at what he perceived as her adorable fury, but instead he manages to grasp it in a deviant smirk.

  ...not unless I get what I want..doll face..

  "I'll scream!!!" She bellows, her hands clutching at the duvet around her.

  He strides forward and grabs the smartphone sitting atop the dresser infront of her bed. He easily slips it over the top of a high shelf, far from her petite reach.

  Then he turns to her and replies smoothly with a hint of derisiveness. "Scream all you like, princess..I've given the entire staff a day off.."

  She stares at him with a briefest of puzzled looks, and he finds her incredibly adorable in her contemplation.

  He felt his arousal increase and the next words fall huskily out of his mouth. "It's only you and I..alone.."

  She throws off the duvet from her small frame and scrambles on her bed towards the bedside phone. But he had planned a step ahead of her. Earlier, he had unplugged the main cord line downstairs of all the phones throughout the edifice.

  He smugly gazed at her face contorting to an expression of repleted disbelief as she heard nothing on the other line. Her innocent tourmaline eyes lock with his fervent sapphire ones. The phone drops from her small hands to the floor.

  "W-What d-do you want ?" Her frightened voice barely above a whisper.

  His eyes rove over her figure in a degradingly suggestive manner. He provides a crude answer. "Why, Ofcourse to fūck you senseless, kitten."

  Her eyes widen in alarm at him. He notices her face flushing with a delicious rosy colour. His fingers slightly twitch at his side, suppressing the desire to caress her plump youthful cheeks with his hands.

  "W-What makes y-you think I'd allow s-such a disgusting act!?" In renewed fury, she asks while childishly folding her arms across her gown covered breasts.

  "Oh you will, my little doll..you certainly will.." He replies softly as he inches closer to her bed. Her eyes nervously flit between his steps and his face.

  "Y-You're a psycho lunatic ! You belong in a mental asylum !" She yells at him. "Leave my room now!! You have no decency! You scoundrel!!"

  "Tell me about it, sweetheart..." His voice sleek and velvety, eyes only focused on her.

  "Why are you doing this ?!" She exasperates as she frantically looks about her and then tosses as a weapon, a small hand held mirror in his direction.

  He dodges it in a quick reflex, letting out a masculine chuckle resonating darkly. The mirror collides and disintegrates against the floor. "..let me make you feel good, kitten...let me make you feel better than what I did before.."

  "You can't do this to me !! I'm Muslim!" She counters as she tumbles backwards on the bed, trying to escape him. "And-and b-besides You're supposed to hate me, remember ?? Y-you said you find me repulsive !! What the hell are you doing now??! Don't do this!! Don't touch me !! Please leave me alone!!"

  Frustration zaps through him like a strong current by her indecipherable sputtering of his situation. He had to make her fūcking perceive and need him in return. There was no time for anything else but the need to be fulfilled.

  With a single movement he leaps on top of her, caging her femininity under his broad domineering figure. She screams as she falls flat on her back against the bed. She looks up at him with apparent concentrated fear while he leers at her with raw unhinged lust.

  "I-I'm Muslim...don't .." Her voice wavers in dread, eyes brimming with moisture.

  He breathes heavily, intense eyes roving over her face in rampant amount of hunger. "No more complaints over your faith...so let me.."

  "No!" She snaps and throws a harsh slap across his face, before she begins thrashing under him with her fists and legs. "Get off of me you criminal dastard !!!"

  He felt a sting on his lip from her surprisingly violent blow. Tasting the familiar metallic flavour of blood, his eyes darken. He effortlessly grasps both of her delicate wrists in one hand, and stretched her arms above her head. She starts screaming while he pins her slender legs down using the solid weight of his own.

  He lowers his head, and harshly bites on her lips, bruising them till they also bled. His blood and hers mixed together, before pulling away to look sinisterly down at her.

  "Did you taste the deviance on my lips?" His voice unravels seductively, eyes flare in desire. "Considering..I sure did taste it on yours.. and admittedly, I've been starving ever since.."

  She gapes at him in repleted distress. "W-Why are you doing this!!?? If you were a real Christian, you wouldn't do this! It's both a sin in Christianity and Islam!! I want you to stop this!"

  "Perfection is absent, Kashani..Since Adam till present." He exhales a yearning sigh, and inclines his head at an angle as he spoke with vehemence. "I'm offering us a way out of this, but you're making it difficult for yourself, dollface."

  "This isn't the way out, you raving lunatic!" She shakes her head in frustrated denial.

  "Let us expiate our sins" His whisper low and husky as he swallows hard. "This is the first step of many, just surrender..and after we're done..you can request of forgiveness then.."

  "That's not how it works!" She shouts in horror and spits in his face before attempting to struggle out of his hold.

  He decided it was enough of a useless chat with her as he flicked her saliva from his face with the back of his hand. Reaching in his jeans pocket, he produces out an open packet of plastic wires. He plucks one and ties it around her wrists, adjusting it enough that it wouldn't dig into her delicate skin.

  She begin screaming anew. He slid off a pillowcase from one of her pillows, and looped it around the plastic wire on her wrist before tying the pillowcase at her bed post above her head.

  He grabs one of her ankles, her sweet sweet ankles and laid a kiss on it before tying the end of one her sheets around it. Then coiling the other end to the bedpost. He did the same with her other leg and using another pillowcase he gags her mouth from screaming.

  "Since you wouldn't be a good girl and obey.." He glowers but her reply is now muffled as she lays there helpless.

  He didn't wish for it this way, but she wasn't relenting or understanding.

  "When you finally start obeying like you did the last time, I'll remove these restraints."

  He begins lifting the hem of her gown above her smooth tanned legs, his mouth watering at the sight. Unable to help it, he lowers his face and plants slow open mouthed kisses. Tongue trailing saliva on her trembling thighs.

  "You taste so fucking divine, Kashani..you smell so fūcking delicious.." His voice raw full of emotion, while he continues kissing her thighs.

  The natural sweet scent of her tantalized him. He was suddenly wracked with the need to take her right away. Yet he
desired she surrender herself willingly to allow him such opportunity. But she wasn't submitting.

  He pilfers a glance at her face and smirks. "I wonder how far I could unravel you.."

  He winks and pushes his fingers between her legs. She lets out further muffled sounds of protest.

  Completely hiking her gown above her hips, he stares adoringly down at her silky pink panties covering her privacy. He traces his index finger over the outline of her folds hidden under the fabric. Her legs quiver before she tries thrashing them close, yet to no avail.

  "I'll make you feel so good..You'll want me back.." His voice raspy with concentrated desire. He gently pushes the fabric of her underwear aside, and his eyes glaze over with triple the lust as he peers down at her nakedness.

  It was smooth and shaved, he wonders who did she shave it for when she hasn't been with her husband in months. Abrupt fury courses through his vains at the thought of her husband touching her down there.

  He was loathing the fact that he'd get to be the second man to touch her and not the first. But who the fūck did she shave for now ?

  He levels a serious stare towards her eyes and speaks with a contained severity. "I'll make you forget your marriage with Ahmed or whatever the fūck his name is."

  She provides him a glare as tears stream down her cheeks, replies still muffled. Why the fūck wasn't she enjoying this, he wondered. So many girls willingly threw themselves at his feet and he never returned the favour to them.

  Now here he was, having to pathetically force himself on a girl who dished him the cold treatment. A Muslim girl at that ! Was this truly karma being a bįtch or a blessing in disguise ? How could it be a blessing when she wasn't even willing.

  "If only you'd understand..." His voice nearly faltering with heavy emotion yet face austere. "How much I really need this right now. For so many nights..I've spent sleepless over you tormenting my mind..soon you'd render me disabled of simple daily tasks..I can't let it get to that junction, Kashani...so have mercy.."

  And then he dipped his fingers back down expertly over her nether region.

  He notices her back arch, legs tensing on either side of him. Some minutes later, eventually mewling sounds echo through her throat as a kitten, and she squeezes her eyes shut. He growls at her with primal need. His own arousal strengthened under the confinement of his jeans.

  ..give in to me..

  He was unable to decipher how anyone could appear this beautiful. He was beyond mesmerized on her. He'd never imagined he'd desire the lowest of the low behavior such as this. Rationality appeared a dead trait to him now.

  All he could focus on was the sight and feel of her.

  He knew not how much time had elapsed when he finally recognized she was moistening. Her compressed mouth hummed out suppressed moans.

  His mind buzzed with her rosy appearance and her restrained sounds. She had inadvertently surrendered to the sensations his fingers afflicted on her.

  "So wet..." He murmurs huskily.

  Reluctantly, he lifts his hand to survey her expression. She was breathing just as raggedly as him, the swell of her breasts heaving up and down. Slowly her eyes blink open and her brows knit with perplexity. Adjusting her vision below on him, she lets out a gasp.

  His face was flushed, tendrils of hair matted by the perspiration on his forehead. With repleted concentration, his feral eyes darkened to the deepest shade of abysmal blue.

  As soon as he saw her watching through heavy lidded lustful eyes, he let his fingers deftly tease her again. Strangled moans escape her as her head falls back against the pillow.

  He sensed she had surrendered. Now was the time he needed to release her hands and mouth from the restraints. He reached up with his other hand and unrestrained her.

  Her free hands inadvertently grip at the bedsheets below her. Sharp breathy moans escape her mouth. She arches her back under the tantalizing ministrations of his calloused fingers.

  He uses two of his fingers to prod at her opening and abruptly she screams. "Stoppp!!! That h-hurts !!"

  Her hands descend downwards and shove at his face. In complete puzzlement, he eases away. He aims her a questioning look.

  In a split second the inconvenient truth strikes him like a lightening bolt.

  He gapes at her in rampant disbelief. "Kashani ...are you a...?"

  Her lips begin quivering like a little child's, tears start rapidly trickling from her eyes.

  All he can do is feel cold dreadful anxiety smash him like an avalanche as he questions her again. "Are you a..?"

  She eventuates into bawling as she pushes down the hem of her gown, conceals her sobbing face in her palms.

  It was enough of an answer in the positive for him as he vaulted from her bed. His throat beginning to constrict from the sudden lack of oxygen.

  Apprehension floods throughout his mind. The room seems to spin when he staggers to his feet. "You're a ..virgin.."

  He nearly trips over the rug, as painful dizziness claims him. Bile rises in his throat. Waves of immense guilty ire clawing his insides.

  ..what the fuck were you about to commit..

  "I'm sorry, Kashani.." With a hoarse voice, he apologizes as he retreats away from her weeping figure. He needed to say way more yet words failed him. The sickness within him growing intense as if he couldn't resurface out of its murky depth.

  Stumbling in a dizzying rush, he exits her room, closing the door with tremulous hands.

  Why couldn't he remain there? Why couldn't he rush back in and snatch away her innocence? Shouldn't he have been delighted she was a virgin?

  In those tense moments, he realizes the harsh inconvenient truth.

  He actually cared.

  Never in his life did he feel such a strong level of remorse as he did in those moments.

  He actually cared....and that alone prevented him from hastening back in and rip away her innocence.

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  Glossary :

  .Avtoritet: a Russian term for "authority"

  .Bratva: a Russian Mafia term for "brotherhood"

  .Molotov Ruskaya Mafia: Molotov Russian Mafia

  .Pravoslavnaya: Orthodox Church/ Faithful ones

  .Matushka: Russian polite classic term for mother.

  Chapter 24

  Sanam POV

  You're much more enduring than this Sanam!

  Don't allow despair to chew you up, swallow you in and spit you out as misery, and then repeat such a vicious cycle all over again.

  Just another week and you'll make it out of here..

  ..away from that psycho..

  Yet my reflection in the mirror remains cloaked by tragedy. I wondered if anyone else saw the debris of shame and guilt cemented all over my countenance. I pondered if it was only the mirror reflection baring such abject secrets.

  An immense part of me concerned over the revelation of my shameless behaviour three days ago. I viewed myself as a complete tragedy for the past three days.

  "Are you ready yet?" Katie's voice emanates through the closed bathroom door, obstructing me from my vague scrutiny.