Dark Layers Volume 2: Dark Layers (8 page)

"Anile, are you okay?" He whispers.

I take a large gulp of his spicy scent, indulging in him. I open my eyes and see him just inches away from my face. The sadness of our situation takes over my Darks flu symptoms.

"I'm not sure. Elijah, you do see how fucked this is, don't you? Your PA - sorry our PA - is your bloody wife, who is in love with you!"

"She does not love me, she loves her life." He drops his hand from my chin.

"Why do you think she's not in love with you?" I ask, confused yet curious as to why.

"What woman could possibly truly love me? I am arrogant, annoying, controlling, obsessive and most of all, a Bastard."

I almost burst out laughing at how perfectly he has analysed himself but I also feel sorry for him.

"Oh, do you find this amusing, Princess?" He asks with a full on shocked expression - his eyebrows almost shoot through the roof.

"No, no. I'm sorry, it's just - well, your personal description about yourself is outrageously perfect!" I laugh, "but you are also kind, caring - in your own strange way - gorgeous, smart, mysterious. You excite me, and you are entertaining - I enjoy you, Elijah. You are so much more than you give yourself credit for."

He smiles while biting down on his lip. His eyes are full of lust, they are low and glazed. "You enjoy me, eh?"

I frown while staring at him - is that all he bloody heard?

He gazes down at my legs, his eyes are hooded. He's staring like he's hungry while licking his lips. He hunches down a little and suddenly, he slides his hand up my thigh. Burning desire rushes to my sex. Fuck! I tense because of his heated touch.

"Do you mind if I touch you?" He asks, his hand frozen in place.

Why does he have to ask such things - he knows I'm already putty in his damn hands! I shake my head, trying desperately not to smile. He gets to his feet and snakes one hand around the back of me. He holds the back of my bar stool and gazes down at me. I cannot look at him, it's too intense! He slides his delicious fingers all the way to my sex and cups me through my pyjama bottoms. I feel my body on the verge of bucking but I hold my breath.

"Do you know this is the warmest part of your body?" He whispers right into my ear. The warmth of his breath courses down my spine and through my veins. I hold my breath while feeling a euphoric sensation build inside me. I bite my lip.

"Answer me Anile - you know I do not repeat myself."

"No, um, I think so." I mutter. I cannot focus with his hands on me!

He rubs me a little - up and down, sensually. I moan unknowingly because the initial spark that hits my clitoris makes me jump. I grab his hand.

"That's enough." I say with a pleased smile. Now I want to play with him, test him even.

"No it's not." He forces.

He pushes himself between my legs - I don't stop him, I'm weak, ill!

"Perfection; see how well I fit between your legs Princess?"

Oh he does fit well - too well! My arms fall limp, I'm putty.

He grabs both my legs tightly in his hands. He lifts me in the air, forcing my legs around his waist. I grasp his neck - if I don't I'll fall back. He walks us over to my sofa and lays me down. I do not even register the impact of the sofa - nothing else but Elijah matters to me right now. He hovers above me. I inhale deeply.

"Turn on your front." He orders. His eyes are intoxicating. I have to use every ounce of strength I have to say no.

"No." I say, challenging him. I smile.

"No means punishment."

Holy fuck! Now I'm frowning with an expression of trepidation plastered on my face.

"Don't you dare spank me!" I warn, gritting my teeth.

He quickly get's to his feet and straightens his jacket out. "Punishment is not always physical Anile - get dressed."

I blink rapidly. "Why? Where are we going?" That's the biggest one-eighty ever!

"Get dressed and I'll show you."

Still blinking, I gradually get to my feet. I feel off balance, dizzy.

"Elijah." I whisper. I honestly don't know what to say or do!

"Get dressed or I will dress you myself."

I don't argue further, I damn well know he will dress me like an errant child. I rush to my bedroom all the while feeling his eyes on me. I grab the first thing on my pile of clothes - old jeans and a plain white V-neck. I quickly jump into my trainers and tie my hair back. I brush my teeth - this is all I have time for, my face will have to stay bare. I head out to him, nervous.

"Beautiful. You really shouldn't wear makeup Anile, you do not need it."

I smile, appreciatively while blushing. He grabs me by my elbow and pulls me to his pace.

"Where are we going?" I ask again.

"Not far."

Down the stairs, out of the lobby and into the fresh air he pulls me behind him. I almost find it hard to keep up. I clutch at the arm of his jacket. His suit is so soft - like all his clothing. I must look so odd next to him - I wonder if my casual appearance ever embarrasses him?

Still walking one-hundred miles per hour, he pulls me down the street. He stops outside a little restaurant bar. He gazes down at me with the most dangerous smile I have ever seen on him. I flush on cue - yup, my thermostat is still broken.

"Ready?" He says with too much eagerness.

"For what Elijah?" I frown.

I gaze in through the window, wondering if he has something special waiting for me. This place is just stunning. The bar is decorated with opulent old red bricks, forming half a circle - it's small but stylish. The restaurant is separated with erotic red beaded curtains - they are tied back. The tables are dark brown with red chequered cloths. They are small and intimate like little Italian tables. It's a really nice place.

"In you go." He says with his hand at the low of my back.

"It's a little early for me, Elijah."

"Order a coffee." He says and annoyingly walks past me.

I follow after him, tired and almost on the verge of giving up. I thrash my head back out of sheer exhaustion. To my utter horror, he walks up to the most beautiful blonde woman in the bar and starts sweet talking her.

"Wanker!" I gasp.

I stand open-mouthed. My face heats, my hands tremble - I'm fuming! He looks poised and picture perfect. The woman is melting by the minute. He tucks her hair behind her ear and whispers to her. My heart rate picks up to a dangerous speed. I walk fast to the bar and stand watching him fondle her body, stroking his way up her silky black dress.

"Prick!"

I have to do something, take control - I will play that Bastard at his own game! Surprisingly, I manage to pull myself together and order a drink.

"Triple Vodka - straight!" I say to the bar tender while still eyeing Elijah.

"Here you go." The bar tender says.

He hovers by me, and when I turn to thank him and pay for my drink, I'm filled with pleasure to see he's smoking hot! Tall with an animalistic hunch - he's built like a bull - blonde sweeping tidy hair, and smartly dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. I smile to myself - game on Darks!

I bat my eyelids. "It's nice to finally see a good looking man in here," I say with lazy eyes, "do you have a girlfriend?"

He clocks Elijah and eyes me suspiciously - knowing Elijah is off the charts gorgeous I presume. My compliment thankfully works - his head must be growing by the second! He leans his elbows on the bar and hunches towards me. Wow, his eyes are nice; deep green with a hint of hazel -
hmmm.
I'm going to enjoy this.

"No," he says simple, "I like your shirt, but you can do better."

I gaze at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

"Do you know what would look good on you?"

Damn it, he's gay! I knew he was too good looking!

"What's that?" I lean a little closer, trying desperately to exude intimacy. The bar is a little high; I have to stand on my tippy toes.

"Me." He smiles.

I almost belt out laughing at his cheesy joke but I hold my own.

"And do you know what would look good on you? Two black eyes! Come here you little shit!" Elijah snaps, leaning over the bar to grab the bar tender. The bar tender backs away immediately - clever man! Elijah is like a bull in a china shop! Glasses smash against the floor; peanuts in little white bowls follow. Holy shit! I quickly grasp Elijah's arm and pull him back. He stares me hard in the face, he looks pained.

"We are leaving, now!" I snap wide-eyed.

I storm ahead of Elijah - I do not give him a chance to argue. He follows - as I knew he would. We reach the outside and thankfully the weather is cool. It's refreshing, and it's needed. The sun is not shining; the day is grey - as is my damn mood! Elijah stands tall, right in front of me. He paces his hands through his long dark hair.
Touché Darks!
I smile.

"Well I guess the joke is on me." He says,.

I nod, "yup. Don't play games with me Elijah. I play to win."

He bites his lower lip. "As I can see. Sometimes we have to re-think our battle strategy Princess."

"What?" I say.

He unexpectedly throws me over his shoulder and charges across the road. The cars on the busy road bib us. The drivers shout at us but he doesn't stop. He strides forward, ignoring my rising anger and the hooting cars.

"Elijah, put me down!" I scream while whacking his back. "Put me down - now!"

He doesn't listen. He walks into an alley and immediately puts me on my feet. I think on quick reaction - I need him in his place.

wh-tch!

I smack him as hard as I possibly can, right in his face. My hand stings but I don't show my pain. His lower lip bleeds but he doesn't cup his face - he smiles viciously. Shit! I know that look. He grabs my shoulders - the immediate contact affects me, I don't fight back. He swiftly turns me so I'm facing the wall. He takes both of my hands and forces them into the air. I try to struggle but it's no use, he's too damn strong. He's flush against my back, and he has an erection! Oh my God! I can feel it at the low of my back, pulsating against me. I bite my lip, knowing he's as turned on as I am!

"I'm going to tie you to that pipe above your head Princess," he kisses my cheek and points upwards with his other hand, "let's see how smart you are when you do not have your tiny hands to defend you."

Anger rushes through me - alongside desire. How the fuck can this be erotic?

"Elijah, I'm warning you!" I snap, controlling my desperation for him.

He ignores my warning. "I brought this especially for you." He says. He pulls a thin scarf free from his pocket. It's green, dark green. It looks so soft. He ties it firmly around my hands - it's silk. He stands on tippy toes and ties my hands to the pipe above my head - now the fucking joke is on me!

"Elijah!"

"Won't be a minute Princess."

"What? Where are you going?" I scream after him. "Elijah! Elijah, come back here now!"

He walks off down the alley, strolling with such ease.

"Bastard! I will get you back for this Darks!" I shout.

I am absolutely fuming! I pull as hard as I can on the green scarf. I kick the wall while trying to loosen the scarf. Fuck me this is taking the piss! I keep trying to struggle my way free but the scarf doesn't loosen - not even a little. I eventually give up and hang like a dead pig.

Before I know it, Elijah is back - and he isn't alone! He has that damn blonde from the bar with him.

"Anile, this is Angel - Angel, Anile." He introduces us to one another, smiling like the cat who got the cream.

"Elijah, what is this?" I say worried because I know exactly where this is going.

"Angel, kiss me." He says.

The earth's core opens up to me. My heart rate picks up further and tears prick my eyes.

"What? Why?" Angel says flustered. She's so bloody pretty - fuck!

"Do you find me attractive?" He says, staring right at her. She turns puce - fuck, he affects her badly.

"Yes, I am." She blushes further, batting her long lashes.
Hands off bitch!

"Then kiss me Sweetheart." He says all doe eyed. He pushes his hands into his pockets, he's letting her take control to torture me!

My breathing picks up. My throat dries. Shit, I need to stop this now. She goes right for the kill, eyes shut, lips puckered. Oh no! I scream so loud.

"Stop! I won't say no again, stop Elijah." I close my eyes. I cannot bear to see another woman kiss him.

"You can leave now." He tells Angel. Boy oh boy, will I ever keep up with him?

My eyes spring open, safely. She looks pissed.

"What is this, some fucking sick couple's game?" She gasps.

Elijah stands right in front of her. He pulls his hands free from his pockets and he holds her cheeks.

"Sweetheart, you need to leave."

"Why? You cannot treat people like this!" She moans while grasping his hands.