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Sereia's POV
T W O D A Y S L A T E R
I squeezed myself tighter into a ball as my pitiful sobs blended in with the rain outside.
There had been another storm tonight, one heavier and louder than the last.
The lace black dress I'd worn to my father's funeral felt so uncomfortable, yet I did not attempt to take it off.
I should've stayed longer at the gravesite, but I was too eager to return to the darkness of my closet, where I could cry on the floor.
Mom had a full-blown meltdown when she saw Violet and my dad's graves together. She ran off and I haven't been able to reach her since.
I miss Elliot.
I've tried not to think about him for the past two days, but I couldn't.
He lived on my mind rent-free.
I wonder what is he doing right now? Was he at the shelter? Does he still hate me? Is he willing to hear my side of the story?
All these questions bombarded my mind.
The doorbell rang and I knew it was my mother.
I just wanted her to stay out in the rain and get wet for all the times she'd abandoned me when I needed it.
The doorbell rang again and again until I eventually stood to my feet.
When I reached the door, I angrily swung it open. "What?"
My anger quickly subsided when I saw it was Elliot standing in the rain and not my mother.
His clothes were soaked from the pouring rain as he glared at me.
"Elliot, what are you doing here in the middle of a storm?" I asked.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he angrily asked. "Can't you just leave me alone? Why must you have to evade my thoughts too?"
"Elliot," was the only thing I could say as he stood up in the pouring rain.
"I hate you," he said. "You're a liar and a betrayer."
"I know and I'm punishing myself for it," I assured him and he shook his head.
"No, you're punishing me," he said. "Every day I'm tortured when I can't feel your body on mine."
I swallowed hard as I watched him. "Come in."
He shook his head, his hair slapped down into his face from the heavy rain. "If I come in, I'll punish you. I'll show you how much I hate you."
I gulped knowing I wanted every punishment he would give me.
"Come in," I repeated and he took one step into my house.
He eyed me like a hawk watching its prey for a few seconds before kicking the door shut as he moved closer to me.
I swallowed and took slow steps back from him, excited and scared for what's to come at the same time.
"Go to your bedroom," his voice ordered in a low and restraint tone.
I nodded, already aroused from the authoritative position he had taken.
My steps up the stairs were slow in an attempt to delay what was going to happen between us.
I looked back at Elliot who was trailing right behind me, his eyes glued to my ass.
I swayed it seductively with each step I took.
I know what was going on here. He wasn't here to make up with me and ask me to be his director again.
I know it all, but I'm still proceeding.
Why? Because I want this, probably even more than he does.
We finally reached the outside of my bedroom doors and I looked back at him.
He motioned for me to open it and I immediately followed his orders.
When we walked in, the scent of him was faded, but still there nonetheless.
"Strip for me, temptress," he requested as he closed the door behind him.
I stood still, not being able to process it.
I'd never been full-blown naked in front of anyone.
For my first time, we were almost fully clothed.
"Either you do that or I'll do it for you," he said as he walked to me. "And I'll rip your pretty little dress."
"I don't like my dress," I admitted to him and a flash of evil gleamed in his eyes when he realized that I gave him the green light.
He took one of his large steps as he stood in front of me.
He then gripped my waist before he pulled me forward, leaving no space between us.
When I looked up at him, he was already looking down on me.
Oh, how I've missed this look.
My eyes settled on his lips; warm, soft and pink.
I've missed them too. I've missed the feeling I got when they were on mine.
He must have felt it too because he started to lean in.
I closed my eyes and waited for the kiss but it never came.
I opened my eyes and saw him watching me with a serious face.
"Why," I paused as I reconsidered asking this desperate question. "Why aren't you kissing me?"
He smiled. "Did you really think it would be that easy after you've constantly tempted me and lied to me? No, you're going to have to work for it."
I watched him in horror.
Work for it?
His hands gripped the top of my dress before he ran his right thumb over the patch of lace where my soft nipple peeked out.
My pussy immediately pulsated from his simple touch.
I kept a straight, composed face on while I tried to stabilise my heavy breaths.
I gasped when he suddenly ripped my dress in half like it was a piece of paper.
All the lace fell to the ground, revealing my undergarments.
"Elliot?" I called his name and he looked into my eyes. "Can you-can you touch me there again?"
"Did you like how it felt?" he asked and I quickly nodded. He smiled. "Then I won't touch you there again."
I bit my tongue, refusing to let him see how much his denial pissed me off.
"Tell me Sereia," he said as he started to move forward, pushing me back with each step. "How did you feel every time you lied to me? Do you get yourself off on lying?"
I shook my head as I suddenly became nonverbal.
The heavy rain was still pouring and there were a few thunders every now and then in the background.
We reached the bed and he pushed me down onto the bed, where my back landed.
He spread my legs open before standing in between them and then hovering over me.
His face was right above mine and it killed me that his lips weren't on mine as yet.
"Kiss me."
The desperation I felt for his kiss was driving me insane.
He chuckled, but there was no humour in his laugh. "You don't have that control over me anymore, Sereia."
"When will I?" I asked him, desperate for one kiss. "When will you kiss me?"
"When I feel that you deserve it," he said and I squirmed when his hands touched the crotch of my panties.
My lips automatically parted when his fingers moved the fabric to the side and traced up my slit.
I could feel my wetness spreading all over his fingers.
"You are making this so easy for me," he smiled as he slowly rubbed it. "Already soaked without me even doing anything."
My head rolls back as my pussy pulsated strongly again.
When I let out a moan, he stopped.
"Continue," he said as he pulled off my panties. "Show me how you get yourself off to me."
I swallowed. "I-I don't do this."
He tilted his head and smirked when he saw me act this way.
"Really? Because you were pretty bold when you were trying to tempt me. Was that an act too?"
I shook my head.
"Well, show me how you would touch yourself to me," he said as he stepped away. "Spread yourself wider for me, Sereia."
I slowly spread my legs wider, just like he ordered.
"Now, touch yourself."
My fingers delved between my thighs, parting my folds as I watched him.
"Take off your shirt," I requested with a shaky breath and he surprisingly did.
My legs twitched as my fingers slowly began to go in and out of myself, my wetness speeding all over my fingers.
I moaned as I touched myself to him.
I kept the pace slow as he walked closer to me.
He then unclipped my bra and removed it to reveal my heavy, swollen breasts.
He grunted at the sight.
His thumbs then circled my now-hardened nipples as we continued to hold eye contact.
I moaned as thunder roared in the background.
"What kind of person are you Sereia?" he asked as he began to squeeze my breasts. "A good or a bad person?"
"A bad person," I breathed out as continued to thrust my fingers into myself.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked and a tear escaped my eye.
"Yes," I moaned as I arched my back.
"Go faster," he said and I shook my head. "Go faster."
I immediately picked up the pace as I fingered myself faster.
Another moan escaped me from this great feeling.
"Did you enjoy using me?" he asked and I shook my head. "Answer me with words."
"No, I didn't," I breathed out as my arousal piqued. "I hated every second of it."
He suddenly let go of my breasts and pulled away my hand from between my thighs.
"No, I'm almost done," I told him and he shook his head with a smile.
"No temptress, we're just getting started."
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Poor Sereia, she's in some serious trouble :(