His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

159 v. Visitor

“This is insane. Calling me in the middle of the night to come here is both reckless and irresponsible,” he grunted.

“And yet you are here,” her eyes were shining in the dark.

He climbed into her room, much against reasons dictated to him not to. That was one thing he was furious about, his lack of fine judgment when it comes to her and her wishes.

It was more than a week now with little chats and phone calls at night. He didn’t expect it would lead to her request that he slips through her windows in the middle of the night. But here he is being stupid.

“I hate being played,” his voice was serious and his gaze was intense.

“I am not playing around,” she smiled at him.

Did he ever say how a smile of hers can undo him so? This one is no different. He felt like he had been reduced to his knees.

She pulled him into the darkness, afraid the light coming in through the windows would reveal him from the outside. She also knew how difficult the situation will be if they were to be found out.

“Then what are you doing, queenie?” he nearly smiled saying the nickname she decided to use.

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He maintained a cold expression on his face as he towered over her much smaller and slender form. An almost seven feet giant next to a mere five feet slender girl would look funny to some. But he has never been more attracted.

He likes everything about her. From her cute height and slender body that he felt like he could snap if she was under him. To the lips whose tenderness he wanted to feel again.

“Mostly, I just want to get to know you,” she licked her lips because she felt her lips start to dry.

But she didn’t know how much it affected him so. He can barely control himself as he watched her tongue go over her lips.

Fuck. He knew he was such a fool to be harboring these feelings. Letting himself be toyed around by a little girl who is simply just bored.

“Get to know me? I thought it didn’t necessarily matter who fuck you?” he didn’t understand it himself.

Why was he so angry over her conduct? What business did he have over what she wanted to do with her life?

“Why are you so angry over that? I already said you are my first choice! I haven’t even thought past you yet. I just said if ever you refuse,” she pouted.

He grunted and pulled her close, harshly tangling his fingers into her hair before claiming her lips.

It wasn’t at all his intention to be so savage. But that was how the kiss turned out to be. Needy. Hungry. All the more wanting.

Her eyes widened when she felt his lips gently biting over hers. She gasped and provided the opening he so wanted.

She opened her lips as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth. He didn’t let her push him away and instead forced her tongue to dance with his.

He felt like he was getting drunk from her sweet kiss. Pulling himself together, he steadied her at a distance away from him.

“Enough,” he said the words gently now.

He couldn’t get past this feeling. Of having his heart thump so fast against his chest. And the feeling of wanting to breathe in more of her scent.

It was an almost suffocating need that makes him hold tightly into her shoulders, “You are such a minx. You really know what you are doing.”

She looked directly at him as she tried to catch her breath. Her lips were trembling and her eyelids were fluttering above her cheeks.

“I am not-” she couldn’t find the words to dispute his words.

How could she claim to want this and also claim she was innocent? Will he believe her if she did?

“Tell me, have you ever been kissed before?” he asked her, his voice serious, making her heart tremble.

She shook her head, her cheeks blushing profusely. For some reason she wanted him to believe her.

She knew this wasn’t a relationship. She isn’t his girlfriend and he isn’t her boyfriend. But she really never intended for another to be her partner.

The truth is always more complicated than she would let on. She didn’t want him to care so much about her.

She said she is fine being one of several of his partners. But in her heart, she really didn’t want him to have such a bad idea of her.

She bit her lip as she waited for his reaction. Why does her reputation even matter when he is simply in here for the thrill of it all?

“I am sorry, I should have been more gentle. I knew it was your first kiss but I let my anger sway me,” he admitted.

Anger? She looked up at him with teary eyes. She didn’t understand why he was at all angry.

He traced his thumb over her lips, feeling it like he would some soft petals, “Queenie,” he said the word with such fondness she felt like she would melt.

“Do you wish to be kissed again?” he asked her, his golden eyes boring through hers.

She nodded, “Please... I would like to be kissed again, Mr. Dom.”

He smiled softly at her, his eyes lit up with a feeling she could only describe as benevolence, “I will be more gentle this time.”

He leaned closer to her, trapping her back against a wall, “Will that be okay with you, queenie?”

His deep voice made her feel like her body was on fire. She nodded in anticipation as she lifted her face to him.

He held her cheeks and tapped her lower lip with his thumb, making her open her lips.

He brushed his lips against hers softly, it was gentle and slow, making her world spin a little. He let her move her tongue at her own volition, which she somehow managed on her own.

His hands supported her back, as if unwilling to give their bodies any space. And when their lips separated she had this look on her face, of one having been deeply mesmerized.

He chuckled at her naivety and innocence. Truthfully he was hoping to hear that he was her first kiss.

He would not be able to take it otherwise. It sounds crude of course, maybe even a bit too much given the circumstances.

He knew too he had no right. But he would have killed those bastards who dared to steal her first kiss.

It was a relief he did not have to deal with such an agonizing task. He disliked violence.

Despite being in the yakuza he felt like he was just doing what was needed. Not necessarily that he derived such happiness from torturing people or having them killed.

“Such sweet lips you have, my queen,” he couldn’t help but whisper it.

He knew he was just making a fool out of himself. Like some lovestruck idiot who was being pulled so close to the fire by this tantalizing girl.

He had berated himself so many times throughout the years. The gods knew how much effort he exerted at trying to forget this one woman who had him wrapped in her fingers.

She blushed at hearing his words, “Did I do well? I knew you weren’t used to someone with no experience. I am afraid to have disappointed you.”

Hearing her words, he claimed her lips harshly once again, “Don’t even think about having any experience first.”

She gulped when their lips separated. Why is this man so mad at her right now? She didn’t understand his sudden shift of emotions.

“What’s your answer?” his voice was too serious for her to keep quiet.

“I won’t think about having any experience first. I told you before, you were my first choice, and,” before she can continue, she was silenced by yet another kiss.

“Don’t you understand yet queenie?” he whispered.

“I should have been your only choice from the start. Therefore if you even look for a second or a third after me. I want you to know I will have to kill them in the most agonizing way possible,” he smiled so captivatingly afterward that she felt like maybe she just misheard him after all.

How can someone so perfectly handsome say something so crazy? Even she is not prepared to believe that.

“I am glad you came,” she said, trying to change the topic.

“I am glad I came too. I get to see you in such a seductive outfit,” he brushed his thumb on her nightgown, directly above her nipples.

Fuck. This silky clothing of hers. Did she just wear it to tempt him or was she really sleeping in something so lascivious all this time?

“Ahhhnnn,” she moaned softly as she felt his thumb brushing across her nipple.

He chuckled at seeing her expression, “This color suits you. Red. The color of fire and seduction. Both of which always reminded me of you.”

“You- you think of me,” she stuttered.

She tried not to talk. Why is she being so nervous right now? She didn’t want to further embarrass herself in front of him.

“I always think of you. Whether I am holding my phone or not. And whether I am staring at the pictures you sent me or doing some menial task for the group. It doesn’t matter. At every hour of my day, I always think of you,” he looked so serious saying it that she felt like she would turn into pudding. She is not used to such words yet.

“We better sit down for a while,” she mumbled.

He chuckled and allowed some distance between them, “I’ll carry you. Is that allowed?”

She nodded and blushed as he carried her into her bed. He smiled at seeing her turn so bashful.

He cherished every effect he could possibly cause on her. These things just make him so happy.

Dominus knew. Like a riddle that cannot be solved, his feelings for her felt even more complicated with each passing moment.

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