Miha shook her head too many times that she found herself pathetic for not saying a single word back to him as he did his…supposedly disgusting behavior towards her.
Her eyes were shut tight as his slick, wicked tongue, velvet to its touch, made the ends of her hair rise as it trailed a path through her open wounds that stung, yet built pleasure all at the same time.
He kept his strokes in a motion that made Miha dizzy, her head in the cloud in seconds no matter how much she protests about it. Her mind was in a whirlwind, her heart a traitorous creature that wildly banged at her enclosed chest. She could've sworn that if not for his grip, she would've slid down on the floor by now.
The sensual movements of his fingers down her spine accompanied by the circling of the tip of his tongue on her hot skin released a sound that shattered all premises of reservation that she had for herself. She barely understood what was happening, except that he was awakening fresh feelings she, herself, couldn't come to meet ends. Miha was aware that her mind rejected what he did, but her body, especially the stupefied beating of heart, said so otherwise.
Her breath was coming in short, and she was almost convinced none of this would be considered normal. How could she just let him get the better of her? To further add to her misery, how come she made things look like she was eager to have him close to her that no other man did in the twenty-two years of her existence? It didn't make any sense.
In Miha's mind, there was only one plausible answer, no matter how absurd it may sound. Of course, she didn't believe in hypnotism, but at the moment, it felt like it was the exact thing that was happening to her. Constantine had her in the palm of his hands, and she succumbed to it easily.
She had to admit that he has piqued her curiosity of how he had made her clench in certain parts of her body, the thrill of his arms enveloping her like she was the only person who mattered—
She shocked herself too much of what she had just thought. This man was bringing her into a deep territory of his own, and if she proved herself unlucky, she wouldn't be able to escape the depths of it.
Her heart betrayed her further as it constricted fast when she felt him inhale deeply, his lips hovering above the bare skin on her collarbone, leaving it hot and wet all simultaneously.
Gathering the strength she had, Miha shoved him the best she can. "Don't," she barely heard herself from the loud pumping of her heart in her ears. It wasn't like her to sound so helpless, even in the most dire circumstances she had gone through in her life.
His hands then were careful to let go of his hold on her waist. He completely withdrew his body a few inches away from her, but kept his mouth near places that burned her furthermore.
Without planting his touch on her, he drafted her sides tenderly, then up her arms, making as little space between his skin and her own.
Imagining the vivid feeling of his touch that was a centimeter away from her skin, left Miha catching her breath between storms that brewed inside of her.
'What in god's hell is happening to me?'
It was as if she drunk of him!
While she still had the strength to move, she glanced over her shoulder as she tried to contort a glare. She pushed Constantine away, but their eyes met again, and she was lost in the abyss of that hypnotizing, utterly mesmerizing red of his irises.
"Why are you doing this?" she blurted breathlessly.
Miha opened her eyes as she felt his presence vanish, his absence making her shiver from the cold, invoking a slight disappointment on her part to which she quickly brushed away.
She found him seated on the sofa, his legs crossed. He had his arm on the backrest and his face was back to a blank slate that Miha didn't want to even try to figure out.
"What was that for?"
"The injury's gone now," he almost grinned emptily, amusement crossing his eyes that remained distant.
"Now that I've given you a favor as thanks for helping me divert my cousin's idle chatter earlier on, we may now call this a night."
"Diverting your cousin's what?" Miha narrowed her eyes at him, unable to say anything sensible yet.
Constantine looked almost too bored to have to explain himself, his posture conjuring Miha's tempers. "Yes, and I believe I made myself clear in my first sentence."
"You killed me," she pointed an accusing finger at him. "And now, you're using me as a diversion to escape your—"
"The answer to your statements is a mere 'yes' from me," was his satirical answer. "If that helps you to shut your mouth, then by all means," he glances her way, "do close it."
The dejection was all over Miha's face the moment his damned words had left his tacky mouth. She couldn't believe the humiliation she was facing before him, all the sensual feelings she had felt from his ill-intended touches vanishing the instant she had seen him in a different light.
"Tell me how this happened," she urged to defy him of wanting her to keep her mouth shut, and perhaps to piss him if she could. "Why am I still alive? Where am I, and why did you take me here?" Miha stubbornly refused to drop the subject, determined to get to the bottom of it while she could still speak—who knows what the lot of them plans to do to her after tonight! "Take me back," the demand was obvious in her tone, her arms gripping him as she quickly enclosed their distance on the upholstered velvety burgundy couch. "Back to Baguio City." She wasn't irking his nerves now, and Miha sensed that Constantine felt that she was serious of what she was asking of him to do.
Constantine grasped her arm in return and pulled her on top of him like a sack of potato. "What is your deal with imagining things?" Miha landed harshly on his solid chest. He wasted no time and pushed her down the same time a curse escaped her mouth. "There's no such place," he firmly said.
Miha let out a scream of frustration as this inhumanly, beautiful monster in front of her, closed his arms tightly on her waist once more. She took in her liberty to glare at him then, and found his impassiveness as his reaction instead.
"I don't know why you're alive if that's where you're heading with all these questions," he said, "and yes, I killed you, drank your blood," Constantine's eyes traveled down her frail neck, a rather starving blot of emotion coming into light in his striking eyes, "and savored every last bit of it that until now, it's making me go insane," he lifted a finger on the already, healing swollen hole. With his feather-light touch, he felt the protruding circular wound he inflicted on her and carefully examined it, his breath tickling her already burning skin.
"You've lost your damned mind!" Miha shot back as she proceeded to slap his hand away from her. She attempted to stand away from his reach, denying his confession. But Constantine pulled her back to his solid chest, trapping her even further with his renewed strength.
"Tell me why you're alive," he questioned, his grip on her wrist firm as mockery divulged in the way he had looked at her. "Tell me where you came from and what you're planning to do," his hand landed on her lower back, pinning her on top of him without a way to escape when she tried to stand.
"Unless you have a problem in hearing, I've already told you!" Miha tried to copy his replies, which earned even more amusement on Constantine's part. Placing enough strength on her arm, Miha tried to drive his chest away, but failed in her mission for the fifth time in a row.
Then, she felt his mouth on her delicate ear. The shiver traveled faster than it had been earlier; her disgust apparent in the way she had mustered a more awful glare at him. "Tell me what you're doing to me," his sigh sounded like a moan that made her, once again, hold her breath.
"I don't know," she repeated and again as hot tears threatened to spill on her sharp cheeks. "I don't even know where I am!"
"In Nox Estate," he explained as he brushed the building, translucent pearls at the end of her eyes.
She looked at him in confusion. "You're lying," she choked. "I've never heard of such a place in my entire life!"
He arched an eyebrow, clearly amused at her lack of knowledge about this place. "I believe everyone on this continent had heard of this place. Don't play fool to it."
"No," she had the courage to pull at the collar of his shirt, "you're not making any sense. I told you, no such thing exists, and you better start taking this seriously because all you ever did was spout nonsense after the other!"
Constantine didn't bother to reply, and focused his energy elsewhere. His mouth, somehow, ended up drifting to her still visible wounds, repeating the same sensual, electrifying process he had done to her earlier in the game, tenderly sucking, his tongue stroking her skin like it was such a savory dish that he held no power on.
Miha bit her lips to prevent further sounds from coming out of her as she trashed violently from his hold. Yet again, she failed horribly in escaping his brute hold of her, and it disgusted her further that his lecherous act was making her heart squeeze in unspeakable pressure from her chest.
His tongue drove through the wound he had given her again and again, and in motions that made her wither in his arms, melting in his rock-hard chest as the same crucifying feeling of dread, pleasure, and disgust had ignited in her.
When she was finally burning like blue flames, Constantine had put a stop in his behavior and sought her already glassy gaze.
"Dinner time," he muttered underneath her chin.
Miha yelped as her hands went up in an attempt to wipe the slick feeling of his saliva on her neck—
She found no trace of a wound.