Page 115 of Lilies from Hell

“Come with me,” he murmurs softly, placing his lips on my nose.

“Now?” I ask, frowning. He ignores my words and takes my hand, leading us to the door. “Wait,” I murmur before going into my dressing room and taking my pink crossbody bag from Tiffany & Co.

I shove my keys and phone inside and put on some socks. After, I wear the boots that match his. He doesn’t know it, but I tried to replicate his wardrobe into mine, buying the clothes and shoes he has but with my current size. I’m that obsessed, if you ask me. I'm addicted to every breath he takes and everything he does, even if that includes him shoving a necklace down a man’s throat and slaughtering him like a savage.

“Give me a clue,” I whisper when we are already outside. He shakes his head with a smile and walks toward the window, causing my eyebrows to sink in confusion. “How did you open the door?” I ask when I see that the door is already open.

“A magician never reveals his tricks.”

“But you’re not a magician,” I clarify with amusement.

“You don’t know that.” I bite my lower lip when I see his half-smile, thinking how much I would like us to be in my room right now. After walking a few meters, we reach his motorcycle. My eyes light up and the question pops out of my mouth in a high-pitched voice.

“Can I?”

“No. This time you’re riding behind me,” he replies, holding a blindfold in his hands. “On the way back, you can drive if you want.”

Before putting the blindfold on me, he kisses the tip of my nose, sliding a green helmet over my head afterwards. Then he lifts me up and puts me on the back seat.

I wrap my arms tightly around his torso as I feel his body in front of mine, afraid I’ll fly out if I don’t. When we stop at a windy open space, he takes my helmet off my head but leaves the blindfold over my eyes. Then he takes us to another place. I gasp as I end up in his arms with my head resting on his chest.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask, receiving nothing but silence in response. The sound of an engine can be heard with every step of his boots as they strike something metallic. “Alek,” I whisper in an almost trembling voice, stirring in his arms.

“I’m here, love,” he replies, pulling me closer to him. Then he seems to sit down somewhere with me on top of him, and straps something over our bodies.

“Are we in your helicopter?” I still don’t get any proper answer.

Everything is moving around me until we start to rise. My body stiffens and a scream gets stuck in my throat as I feel his fingers running through my hair while he rests his head on mine. Exhaustion begins to set in as the minutes pass, causing me to close my eyes beneath the blindfold.

Everything around me is still dark, except now there are points of light illuminating what appears to be a huge garden separating us from a house. Most of the place is reduced to ashes, broken wood, and dried flowers.

“Is this the place you wanted to bring me to?” I murmur, frowning.

“No.”

He leads me to another part of the house with his fingers intertwined with mine. We reach a garden that, unlike the previous one, is quite well preserved. I smile when I see fireflies surrounding the lake. I move a little closer, wanting to see how crystal clear the water is and our reflections in it. Everything seems familiar to me, although I don’t know why.

“I love this place.”

“Me too,” he says with a smile, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Do you think we’re the only ones here?”

“I don’t think anyone else knows how to get here.”

“Great. Then we can take a dip.” I pout my lips when I see his dissatisfied face. “It’ll only be for a little while. Please.”

He finally gives in and begins to take off his clothes, leaving only his underwear on. Just like me. My skin shivers from the cold of the water, but it doesn’t take long for me to get used to the temperature because of the heat from his body.

As we melt into a long, tight embrace, I am aware of his now calmed heartbeat. I let out a sigh of pleasure as I feel his fingers move through my hair and I close my eyes. I feel calm. My heart flutters happily to be in his arms with no one around to interrupt or separate us.

His hand move down my back until it reaches the top of my panties. He then pulls them down without warning, and when I’m about to speak, he presses his lips against mine with tremendous ferocity as he leads us further into the water.

“W-wait.” I hesitate in a whisper as he lifts me, making me wrap my legs around him.

He kisses my neck, his hands squeezing my buttocks so hard they almost break through my skin.

“Can you feel how fucking hard you make me?” he whispers in my ear, rubbing himself against my folds. When had he taken off his underwear? “Can you feel it?” I nod, letting out a moan.