Sai
I want to hurt someone,hurt them, so I don’t hurt Kennedy. She isn’t like any of the women I know. She’s infuriating, smart, and not easily impressed, and that makes me want her even more. She doesn’t know who I am, but I know who she is, and I don’t give a fuck if she’s friends with Amelia Tekin. Those fierce violet eyes. That body, like every single curve, was made for my hands to touch.
I sit in an armchair in the condo she’s staying in behind the Tekin mansion, waiting for her to arrive. I left a second after she got into her cab, and raced over, getting here with minutes to spare. I don’t know why insulting her feels wrong, but with her it does. I don’t want to apologize, but I need to see her again.
I hear the key in the lock, and I wait until she steps inside. The lights are out, so she can’t see me. She slips out of her heels, without switching the lights on. I watch as she leans her head back and lets out a frustrated sigh, her hands wrapping around the back of her slender neck.
“Tough night?” I ask, and she spins around, picks up a shoe, and flings it right at me. I catch it in my hand, then switch on the lamp on a side table.
“Geez, you scared me. What are – how did you even get in here? Never mind.” She places her hands on her hips. “If you’re here to apologize you can just-”
“I’m not,” I say, eyes roaming her body, drinking in those curves like a fine wine. That black dress she’s wearing compliments her curves perfectly, and I wonder if she’ll let me peel it off her.
“Then, why are you here?” Brows furrowed, she is definitely hotter when she’s mad.
I stand and stalk over to her, my hands in my pockets. Our eyes lock, and her breathing gives away the fact that she’s slightly afraid. Afraid of how she reacts to me, how her brain tells her this is all wrong, yet her body betrays her. She backs away slowly, her back finally pressing against the wall behind her. Her chest heaves, drawing my eyes to the small amount of cleavage her dress offers me. She’s just a head shorter than me, taller than most women I’ve had in the past. She’s built like an athlete. Fucking sexy, curvaceous legs, runners’ shins. Her eyelids flutter the closer I get to her.
I place a hand on one side of her head.Seni öpmek istiyorum.She gasps when I speak in Turkish. I smirk down at her. Because fuck, I want to kiss her right now. I let my fingers trail over her cheekbones and over her jawline.
“What did you say just now?” Her eyes meet mine, then rest on my lips as she sucks her bottom lip in. Maybe it’s the wine, but she wants this, me. I run my thumb against her lips, and she closes her eyes as my fingers trail down her neck, gripping it slightly. I could have her, anyway I want her, and she’ll let me. But when I meet her gaze, there’s a challenge there.
I slip my hands under her dress, griping her firm ass with both my hands, and she hooks one leg and then the next until she’s wrapped around my waist. Surely, she can feel my erection pressing against her. She grinds against me. I’m finding it hard to think. She’s drunk, and I wouldn’t usually care about these things, but for some reason, I don’t want Kennedy like this.
I set her down, breathless, righting her dress without breaking eye contact, then push away from her, walking to the door. I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman as much as I want to kiss Kennedy. But none of them are worth it. She turns her head to where I’m standing, my hand on the doorknob. “Go to sleep, Güzel. Dream of all the ways you want me to fuck you.” And with that, I leave her condo.
I walk the long stretch of beach, stopping to sit on the sand. It’s peaceful at night, no distractions. I can let down my guard here, even with myself. I think of the dreams that plague me, my father, the woman I know as my mother, but never met. Every night she comes to me, and every time I kill her differently, just like I killed when she gave birth to me.
You’re a damned soul, Sai.That voice inside my head reminds me.Damned to hell, condemned for killing your own mother. You’ll bear those ugly scars on your soul until the day you die.
I walk back to the condo, and watch through the glass doors as she squirms in bed pleasuring herself. I like to think it’s me on her mind. The moon spotlights her, wearing a white tank top and no underwear, her thighs spread wide. I free my cock from my pants as her body arches off the bed, her fingers moving faster over that slit I want to touch and taste. I pump my length faster until I’m drenching my hands. She comes down from her high when I do, and I watch her roll herself around a pillow and go to sleep. Soon Güzel.
6
Kennedy
The ballroom isa burst of colorful flowers, soft lighting from crystal chandeliers, and elegantly dressed people flouncing around the massive hall. The hall in itself is like nothing I have ever seen before, with pearly white pillars, and mirrors on the walls that make the room look enormous.
Women wear dresses that are simply breathtaking while every man wears a tux or traditional Turkish attire. Classical music plays in the background, just above the sound of chatter and laughter as waiters walk around with golden flutes filled with bubbly. I loop my hand through Amy’s as we descend the spiral staircase, all eyes instantly averting to us. Some people smile, and many nod in satisfaction. It feels odd to be gawked at this way.
“Welcome to my world,” Amelia whispers under her breath, the flawless smile not leaving her face. It looks plastered on and so unlike the carefree young woman I know.
I wonder who amongst the gentlemen gathered here is the man my best friend is betrothed to. At the foot of the stairs. Amy’s father walks toward us. “You two look exquisite.” I feel my cheeks heat under his gaze. I would never tell Amy this, but her father is hot as hell. It is no wonder his wife is a year or two older than us. “Can I steal Amelia for a few minutes, Kennedy?”
“Of course.” I stammer, snapping myself from my daze.
Amy reluctantly follows her father away from me and into the crowd. I wander the massive room, marveling at the decor. A waiter hands me a glass of champagne, and I thank him, before gulping it down, hoping it’ll take the edge off. I am by no means the shy or nervous type, but I don’t like people. I’m an introvert, and being at a gathering has me way out of my depth.
I feel a chill run down my spine and spin around. It’s him. He’s standing off to the side of the room, in the shadows, and he’s watching me. I feel my thighs clench, heat forming between them even though it shouldn’t. I frown and make up my mind that now is the time to confront him and ask him who the hell he is. I move through the crowd, my eyes fixed on him. The closer I get, the more amused he seems. I’m within a few feet of him when he turns away. “Wait,” I call out. He hesitates for a second. “What’s your name?”
7
Sai
The woman walkingaround the ballroom is not just a figment of my imagination, she’s filled with wonder and fascination as she walks around the room. She hasn’t grown up in such opulence, and that is what makes her stand out. I’ve been surrounded by spoiled rich girls my whole life, and Kennedy is a breath of fresh air. She’s a vision in a lilac ball gown. Her raven hair hanging in curls that frame the face of an angel. She everything I want yet can’t have. But do I want her? Everything about her turns me on. Her confidence, the way she moves, how she carries herself with elegance and poise. Like a dancer.
She looked regal yet serene sitting on the beach yesterday, painting. She isn’t just a pretty face, she is highly talented. When I saw her walk out of the Tekin home in that floral sundress, a canvas in her hands, I was enthralled.
Kennedy fascinates me. I imagine my hands around her slender neck, as her breathing shallows and the life slowly seeps from her. And when she believes it’s over, when she gives in, I’ll bring her back, only to hurt her again. I’m a monster, and she is about to become my prey and sustenance, but she doesn’t even know it
