Behind Their Veneers

I

Calling him a sight for sore eyes was a mere understatement compared to his beauty. He couldn't be described as a man of ethereal beauty, no. Nothing about him was heavenly. He was carved from the pits of hell. Like the Lucifer walking amidst mortals, he was sinisterly beautiful.

This was a man that made women drool at the mere sight of him. A man that made women question if it was the same God that created their husbands or fiance and this devilish beauty before them. He was craved by all, yet attainable by none. He was too hot and dangerous to touch or have. A wild, untameable plague that could destroy whatever stood in his path in seconds yet everyone seemed so drawn to him.

She suddenly wanted him. She was scared out of her wits but still she craved him. So with that thought in mind, she moved her hands across his chest, inching dangerously closer to his member.

He made no reaction, no expression, his face completely blank and expression completely bleak. She took his bleakness as a positive response as she went lower, past his taut and rock hard abs. An accomplished smirk made its way unto her face as she felt his belt buckle.

Ignoring the 'do you have a death wish?' look from her redhead friend, she dared to grip the rod, only for a strong, merciless hand to grip her neck.

She paled as she felt the air get knocked out of her, making her grip onto the hand in fear. Her eyes widened further as she felt his hand tighten around her throat, squeezing it tightly.

The hand guided her face to look into the eyes of its owner. She found herself looking into pitch-black eyes of immeasurable depths. They pulled her in, caged her in and stripped her bare. She felt him looking into her soul and suddenly she was lost. She struggled to look away but she couldn't.

The hand went tighter and she gasped for breath but the oxygen didn't seem to be available. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks and she couldn't help but feel like her end was near. She could feel her eyes slowly rolling to the back of her head and she couldn't help but bite her lower lip in regret.

She regretted wanting a man she knew was right before her yet he was so out of everyone's reach. Her desire and need had gotten the best of her. She had wanted to test the waters and now, she was drowning in them.

Her face was turning a shade of purple and she was about to give into the darkness that was calling her until she heard a male voice call out.

"J.K."

Jordan's head snapped towards the intruder and he was ready to gouge his/her eyes out, slowly killing the intruder yet still keeping him very much alive. He wasn't currently in the right state of mind. He never has been normal since he was a kid but tonight, he was extra crazy and the whore before him had decided to cross her boundaries.

He was determined to teach her a lesson, seeing as she hadn't learned from rumours or news reports. He was enjoying slowly watching the life slip from her. He was taking it easy on her, barely controlling himself as he thought of the countless things he could do to her.

"Let her go, J," the voice came again lazily and he looked up, his eyes coming into focus as he took in his best friend's tired expression. He continued to stare, not moving an inch and he could feel the grip she had on his hand weaken.

"Listen to me, J. You do not want to do this. Trust me," Keelan warned as he sat and continued to look at Jordan expectantly. Jordan took a deep breath before pulling away, hating the fact that his friend was right.

The blonde immediately crumpled to the ground, just in time to be caught by her two friends. She looked really lifeless and pale as she coughed and wheezed her lungs out, trying to catch her breath.