The way my room was locked with authority left no doubt in my mind who this could be.
The infamous Mak.
When he turned, I sat up, setting the bowl of strawberries and cream on my lap. I didn't know how to react to the man who was in every Assassin's nightmare being in my room. Until now, we only ever heard tales but no one had ever actually seen his face. No one had any idea of how he even looked like and now he was here, in the middle of my bedroom.
When he looked at me, I swore that my spine would collapse in on itself. Those navy blue eyes of his looked cruel, calculative and somewhat merciless. They sent a chill over every inch of my skin and I found myself regressing into my bed slowly.
Then, he tossed my red thong directly at my face.
I gulped and it landed on the strawberry bowl. Mak was not impressed. Okay, Raven. I think you went a little too far and too big with your big statement. To say I'm starting to regret it now would be a huge understatement because the way this navy blue-eyed man is staring me down with all the anger held in his eyes shows nothing less than the fact that all he wants to do now is devour me and I don't mean that in a good way.
"I can explain!" is all I am able to let out beneath his threatening glare.
He raised his eyebrow at me and again, I gulped. This time, I pushed the bowl to the side and knelt on my bed, unable to decide if I wanted to stand up or retreat further into my bed. Mak's hands were stuffed into his suit's pockets. He wore a suit without a tie so the top of his chest was visible.
He narrowed his eyes at me and again, the weight of his gaze almost had me sitting back down. Its heaviness not only attacked my lumbar region extensively but filled the air with a dark, suffocating heaviness. This man was powerful. I've met a lot of powerful and influential men but this one was unlike anyone I had ever encountered before. He made me want to run away and cower for reasons I just didn't understand.
When he took a step towards me, I prayed that the moon would take me. This thong idea was just not my brightest moment.
Before I could run away to the edge of my bed, with reflexes as quick as a fox, he held me by my hair and stopped me. The mere aggression had me dizzy when he pulled me by my hair up to his face. I screamed in pain. Then he pinned his eyes to mine and with one hand, he had his hand powerfully in my hair and with the second hand, he touched my cheek roughly and settled on my chin.
I had never felt so intimidated in my whole life. Those navy eyes that were against mine did things to me and my body that even in my worst nightmares, I never imagined was possible. Suddenly, the crushing feeling that had spread over every part of my skin made it hard for me to breathe, yet, I was so stilled into submission out of fear that I didn't even know how to open my mouth to inhale the very oxygen I so desperately needed in that moment.
Raven, you really screwed up this time. Big time.
"A thong in my ribeye, am I supposed to be amused?" He questioned me with a dangerously low tone that nearly broke me especially when he tightened his grip on my hair and pulled my face up to his so that his eyes were directly against mine and his hot breath fanned my upper lip. I flailed my arms against his chest as I finally took my urgently needed deep inhale.
"I-I," I started but trailed off, words unable to form in my brain. I was scared to my bone and every inch of me shook like an autumn leaf in his hands.
"I've heard about you. The infamous Raven whose daringness got the job done three times faster than the average Assassin," he said, still not letting me go and I just let his scent of pine engulf me. It was strong and dangerous and didn't help with my new found breathing problem.
"That's me!" I let out awkwardly as I attempted to shake my head. Mak tilted his head to the side and I caught a flash of his own golden Assassins' ring.
"I thought that the stories about you were exaggerated until I lifted the tray to have my lunch," he continued. "I never met anyone daring enough to pull such a stunt. Are you really daring or do you just have a death wish?"
"Well," I started, my hand going to the pressure of his hand against my skull but he refused to unhand me. It stung very sharply. His eyes burrowed into mine and his breath became hotter. "If meeting you is a death wish then I guess I'm guilty of having one,"
His eyes narrowed further and the crushing pain began once more. I swore I couldn't move my legs.
"So you wanted to meet me and your way of achieving that was to leave your thong in my lunch?" His words came from the base of his throat. It was an angry bellow but a cold angry bellow.
"Well, you're here, aren't you? So my methods, despite unconventional does get the job done and you know that," I replied and once again, he tilted his head but I could tell that I had grabbed a hold of his attention. I ran with it. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, giving me the audience I sought for when I snuck that thong past the waiter, past two of your bodyguards directly to you. So call me daring or reckless, Mak but you're in my bedroom right now," I moved my finger to his open chest, the part that lacked the tie and was left bare by two unbuttoned buttons. "And for some reason, I'm not dead yet,"
He loosened his grip on my hair ever so slightly.
"I know what you're trying to do," He told me, his finger on my cheek relaxing and my finger played with the small yet prominent hair on his chest as I moved my other hand up the side of his neck. He visibly convulsed beneath my fingertips. I smiled.
"And is it working?" I retorted with a pout as I batted my eyelashes.
Mak didn't say anything, instead, he watched me while I didn't stop what I was doing. I couldn't afford to. I needed him to meet me and now that he finally did, I couldn't risk losing my opportunity by having him waltz out of this room as quickly as he waltzed in, or worse, by ending up dead.
If only his hand wasn't so strongly vested in my hair, I would have moved my face to his neck by now.
"What do you want?" He questioned me and again narrowed his eyes at me. My response was given by slowly unbuttoning the first button as sensually as I could manage under these conditions. He looked down at my hands but didn't stop me. "I'm not stupid, Raven. The drop-dead gorgeous blue-eyed, long-haired seductress attempting to use the very craft my organisation taught her against me, a classic irony isn't it?"
He chuckled. "All that's left now is for you to pull out that dagger that's poking out from your thigh and hold it to my neck which by the way, if you try that stunt, I won't hesitate to kill you!" suddenly, he gripped my hair harder from the back causing my head to forcefully tilt backwards so that our eyes were no longer locked and his breath was against my throat.
Yeah, cause I'm dumb enough to pull a dagger on the one man who could have me dead in two seconds with one snap of the neck? Yeah, no thanks Mak, I'm good.
"I wouldn't do that," I said in a whisper, my hands pulling at his suit to hold on to it.
"Of course you wouldn't. You're actually not stupid," he noted lowly and his breath was hot against my neck. "That's the only reason you're not dead yet,"
I giggled like a little girl, my hands moving to his hand against my skull, begging them to unhand me. Suddenly, he did and I fell back-first impactfully into my bed. When I sat up, I rubbed my skull. It ached mercilessly. By the moon, that man's grip was like the very jaws of death!
"What do you want, Raven because if you wanted my attention, I think it goes without saying that you most certainly have it now," He announced and I reached for the bowl of strawberries with cream. My hair was mad due to all the assault at Mak's hands and I felt it everywhere, falling like raindrops all over me.
I thought deeply. I knew exactly what I wanted but I also knew that Mak wouldn't just give it to me. I needed to be strategic about this. I had only one opportunity after all. I plopped a strawberry in my mouth and pushed my hair backwards. Mak's golden Assassins' ring which had an 'M' engraved on it stood out prominently. Mak tapped his foot impatiently and I went towards him slowly, stopping with the bowl in my hands. He looked at me with newfound annoyance in his eyes. Before he could speak, I took a strawberry with cream and dragged it over his cheek to stain it.
"Maybe, just maybe, all I want is attention," I responded, slowly licking the cream off the tip of the strawberry suggestively. My eyes never left Mak's and I watched his adam's apple move as he shut his eyes and huffed out of his nose. "And who better to give me the very attention that I so deeply desire than the Leader of this gracious organisation?"
When Mak finally opened his eyes, he stalked towards me angrily. I could tell that he thought that I was wasting his time. It would all make sense to him soon.
"Is this all a game to you?" He asked as he stood directly in front of me and once again, he grabbed me by my hair. This time he did it so hard that the strawberry bowl found my feet and I heard it scatter everywhere. The poor strawberries!
"Maybe," I responded despite being in pain and then I made the bold statement of wrapping my arms around his neck. "Do you want to play?"
"Again, I know exactly what you are doing," My fingers travelled slowing up the back of his neck with consistent taps.
"And again, I ask you, is it working?" His hands in my hair tightened to their worst torture yet and I had to use every willpower I could muster to not scream. "Don't tell me I wasted a thong for nothing,"
It's sudden and brutal when his lips found my neck to assault it, the hand that was previously causing me pain against my skull quickly going to my thighs to strip me of my daggers and my fingers delved into his smooth hair, then without warning, he turns me around and my dress is literally ripped off of me. Violent! I was left in nothing but my bra as pieces of what used to be one of my favourite dresses fell at my feet.
Everything happens quickly, first from behind, then in other positions. Each thrust feels like I'm being savagely drilled into. It is ravenous and barbaric, rough in every sense of the word but yet despite how much having sex with this man hurts every inch of me, from the way he scrapes at my skin to the way he violently pulls at my hips and breasts to force them to obey him to even the way my long hair is constantly yanked and harassed, I just never get to a point where I want it to end or where I want him to stop touching me and he doesn't stop either.
It goes on for what feels like hours and every time I feel like he's done and tired, he out of the blue brutishly takes me again. That's why when it finally ends, I am completely exhausted and unable to even move or turn. My whole body feels beaten up and abused but my mind is fucked because I know that in the time span of what just happened, my mind was able to drift off to places that didn't have me in bondage to my memories or fears. Did sex with Mak just liberate me? If so, what about it did? The brutality of the act or how good it felt despite bruising every single part of me.
When he stood up, I turned, my eyes glazed as I looked up at him, pulling the sheets over my breasts as my hair fell against my bare skin onto the sheets. I sat on some of it and groaned but was too tired to move it away from under me. When I saw my hands, there were cuts and bruises lining most of my skin. My eyes widened in shock.
"Do you always leave your lovers in such a dastardly state, Mak?" I questioned and he smirked slightly but made no effort to respond to my question. His ring shone brightly when he reached for the doorknob.
"We'll meet again, Raven," his navy blue eyes flashed with something sinister when he said, "I've decided that yes, Raven, I do want to play your little game with you. Try not to lose,"
He unlocked the door and walked out while I just sat there feeling spasms of pain erupt all over from all that rough fucking. I couldn't even feel my legs or hips or just any part of my lower body. The parts I could feel hurt so badly that I also wished I couldn't feel them too.
I sat up straighter when suddenly, something significant registered in my mind.
It made no sense and I shook my head stubbornly trying to recall. I failed.
I couldn't recall Mak's face.
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Also the original chapter is about 4,5k long which is just too crazy so I split it into two. I was supposed to update both today but I'm so behind on writing that I'll hold on until Friday!
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