I did not expect her to be so affected by me, it took me off guard.
She's as affected as I am, and that makes me want her more.
Is that what she wants? A proposal, commitment, a gold and ruby engagement ring, seriousness, exclusiveness, to start a family and have 7 little kids? Well, that's more than I ever deemed myself worthy, it's more than I ever allowed myself to dream with, but if that's what she wants, I can make her dream, mine.
Ah, my lovely little fly, she thinks she scared me away?
She has no idea what she awakened in me.
I'll be her husband, I'll give her a ring, my last name, and kids. I'll be her family, I'll be her everything, all she needs and desires, I'll claim her as mine and give her stability and commitment, possessive loyalty and sex that will get her addicted in my cock. She will be mine.
Does she want worshipping and love?
I'll worship her so well while loving her in my own way, that she'll forever believe love only comes with worshipping, like a Goddess would. If she has any doubt about it, I'll reassure her, I'll give her anything in the world, from the most expensive jewels and cars, to the heads of anyone who messes with her in any way. I'll make her stand in the top of the world and I'll murder anyone who tries to steal her birthright place.
She thinks she can avoid me, but she can't.
She thinks I won't come for her, but she's wrong.
She thinks she can run from me, but I'm a hunting beast.
The more she tries to run from me, the eager I'll be to hunt her down and devour her to myself, until all she can think, feel, and breath, is me. She will be mine or I'm not Achilleas Roderic Wolf Montanari. And the second I get my hands on her the way I want, even if I have to force it, I don't think I'll be able to control the beast inside of me.
I don't think I want to.
I want to destroy her, until all the pain she feels is what I gave her, until she forgets all that's ever hurt her. I want to make her beg, to make her crawl to me, to break her. Only then will I grab the shattered pieces and put her together for myself, and myself only.
Selene will belong to me with her body, heart, and soul. I want it all. Every bad and good part of her, every sad and happy memories, until all her trauma and happiness revolves around me. I'll make her crave me as if she would die if she doesn't have me, I'll make her bend and kneel for me in the same way I will kneel for her.
I'll show her all of my demons and I'll swallow hers and make them mine, so the only demon haunting her is me.
"Finally, mate," Des gasped when I walked inside, taking my shoes off. "We were starting to think you were going to spend the night there. We have been worried and anxious all day, ugh."
Cael took my stuff from my hand and handed the grocery to Michel, "So, did you meet her? Did you talk to her?"
"You look eerie, mate, it's giving me the creeps," Michel groaned.
"So?" Des insisted like a child.
"I met her, she's absolutely into me," I chuckled. "She was stunning in a way the pictures did not make it worthy. She was breathtaking, and she came to me before I could speak to her. Selene is," I passed my hand over my hair, "mine, even if she doesn't know that yet, that woman is mine."
"Well, shite," Des cursed, "I knew he would get obsessed."
I rolled my eyes, "I'm not obsessed."
"You cunt," he clenched his jaw. "You just met her and you're here already saying she belongs to you and claiming her like a beast would."
"I'm not one to agree with Des much, but he's right, mate," Cael mocked. "You do tend to get obsessed and you just lose the little morals you still have in you. Des called it before, but I've been fearing the same ever since I saw her before she left to London, when we gave her the money. She is your type, which is quite rare to find."
"Where did you meet?" Michel asked, taking the bags and bringing to the kitchen of my place. "Why did you buy grocery in London?"
"I met her in a market," I chuckled, ignoring Des and Cael's points. "And now that I think about, I think she got so flustered with me that she forgot what Johnny Choi asked her to buy for Cerberus."
"Hades?" Michel turned to me, interest blooming as I imagined.
"Mmhm," I grinned, "he called her, worried because she was taking too long to go to her Mayfair place, I guess. Then she went on a roasting her best friends to him, saying that he was going to live with Cassie for now because Sera was invasive and whatever, and said that Sera was the one that insisted in her renting the townhouses for us, because my sister touched her pussy when she was doing her gynecology stuff, and now the girl's in heat. She also called us all dogs again."
Des cracked as we followed Michel to the kitchen, "Oh, mate, that ain't even a lie, Sera was drooling shamelessly over Ella."
"What else did she say about us, mate?" Cael asked.
I took one of the milk chocolate Toblerones and when Des tried to get one of them, I slapped his hand, "Paws off, they are mine." Scowling, he caressed his own hand, then opened it and ate a bit. "It all begin when he heard my voice and asked who she was with, then I think he said something naughty and she told him not to get his eyes on me, which was adorable. He then asked her to ask me if I had a gay friend, I said yes, but then she told him that he shouldn't worry about my friend, because one of the dogs that are moving to her property in Edinburgh is gay."
"Little she knows that both roads lead to Michel," Des mocked.
We all looked at our friend who was turning red, "I didn't know he was going to move here now, I thought he would spend another month or two in London. He's coming with her now?"
A nod, "They will probably arrive in an hour or so, maybe less. She then said that Des was unavailable for him because Cassie had her eyes on him, and said that Cael was not his type, and to him he looked straight but could be bisexual at best, though she doubted it. He then asked about the 4th dog," I pointed to myself, "and she said my name but told him she hadn't met me yet, but that if I were as beautiful as Ella, then I would be a sight."
"You don't look much like Ella past your hair," Des tilted his head as I ate another piece of the chocolate. "But you are hot as fuck, mate. Even Cael who's straight as a door, agrees. Ain't he breathtakingly hot, Michel?" Oh, God, not this again.
"Oh, hell, you are, Eric," Michel exclaimed. "You were always the prettiest out of us, since we were kids, me and Des had a crush on you."
I cringed, "I remember, you both used to ate me with your eyes, it gave me bad chills, ugh. Puberty was the worse, I never liked how people looked at me with so much… thirst and desire, it creeped me out. I mean, sure, I know I'm hot, but no need to be so obvious about what you think of my looks, people tend to go overboard."
"Hence why you began the mask trend in MI6," Cael mocked. "And we joined, because well, you may be theMad Dog 357 Plutonium No 9. hottest of us, but we're all hot."
"We have a bit of both worlds," Michel grinned mischievously. "A all-rounder heartthrob who enchants everyone, a hot east Asian who looks like an Idol, a hot afro-british who looks like an NBA player, and the good and old strawberry-blonde beach gay boy who's also hot as hell!" Winking, he grabbed the pepper extract from the bag and frowned. "The hell is this?"
Des gasped, "Mate, where did you get that? That's the spiciest shite you could yours hand on. It's not even a hot sauce, it's a hot extract and it's 9,000,000 Scoville, that's dangerous, it's Mad Dog 357 Plutonium No 9. It's so strong that it's on the Guinness Book and has to be consumed with food and not alone."
He is crazy for spicy food, even if I have more resistance than him, I guess it's because he's Asian and he grew up eating spicy food, and well, I always loved aunt Miyumi's cooking as well, so I hopped on it. "Selene got one for herself, and by how she mocked me saying this was too hot for me when I got it after she did, I guess she's a spicy food lover too and she has some crazy tolerance for it. Or maybe she bought for Hades."
"He's South Korean, they have some crazy spicy tolerance," Des pointed. "I would say that even more than we Japanese do. Mom took me there once and their food was amazing, but fuck, spicy as hell, I loved it."
I opened the lid of the extract and smelled it, "It smells like death."
"I doubt it, death smells nice," Des mocked. "You smell of death."
"Your rizz is getting worse, Desmond," I rolled my eyes.
"Let me smell it," he groaned and I handed it to him, who cringed in horror. "This smells gross, how can anyone eat this with anything?"
"Maybe they are a bunch of cunts and it ain't as bad as it smells," I grabbed a tea spoon in the marble island drawer and filled it wirh the extract. "Only one way to find out," I took the spoonful in my mouth and ate it clean then I began to taste it, waiting for it to burn, and when it did, it felt like a wildfire in my mouth, but I kept a poker face. "Hot as hell my cock, this ain't that bad at all, your mom's spicy sauce is spicer than this, Des!"
Of course, I'm lying.