Our little secret

“And you’re sure that his not home?” the blue eyes looked skeptical at the woman beside her “Yes! Have a little faith in me little bird, have I’ve steered you wrong?” as Elenas eyes started to narrow the other started to laugh “Right, don’t answer that!” – “that didn’t” – “Yes I’m sure his not home! Otherwise this would be a dumpster fire of a shit plan” as if that should calm her nerves? If not the words, the smile and confident look in the other’s eyes convinced the rookie thief enough, to actually muster a hard nod. “Okay, wish me luck” she whispered with one deep breath, this would either be the biggest score of a lifetime, or send the young demon to her early grave. A real Rembrandt, this would be the first time for her to see a real one up close, then maybe she would start to understand what all the fuss was about.
“Break a leg Elena, oh, and Elena?” Elena turned as she was about the exit the van, her eyes telling what her mouth didn’t, yes? “On the off chance that he is home, don’t engage in convocation, just get the hell out, okay?” – “But he isn’t, so ‘ts not going to be a problem” she blinked as a smirk spilled over her plum lips, and into the dark she went.


With shaking hands, she slowly took hold of the frame of the picture, this was, almost unholy in a way. Never had she seen such a beautiful painting, the voice in her ear telling her that there was moving in the house wasn’t something she heard, not the warnings trying to get her to answer, no the magic that was unfolding in front of her eyes, was enough to enthrall her. “Its really it, a real Rembrandt, Josephine you wont believe” – “Elena!” Josephines voice crackled in her earpiece, a click, and then complete silence. “Jose?” she tired quietly, but even though it should make all the alarm bells go off, she just couldn’t help herself, as she continued to look at the marvel right in front of her.

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The scream from her friend should have been all the warning she needed, especially when the feeling of the hole house made the hair on her arm raise ever so slightly, but she was enthralled by the very thing right in front of her eyes. So much that even the voice in her ear, that wasn’t her friend, didn’t registered at first; “Really?” she whispered in her British accent, as if the voice never truly left her lips, only seconds later did her whole body tense up, the aura that slid around her, was both suffocating and sweet. Like a lover that would whisper in one ear, making a pleasant feeling vibrate down the spine. Elena swallowed slowly before she turned around, the first thing she saw, was the chest of the naked man, being so much taller than her. Her pulse was so load that she could hear it, and she was sure he could too, it took some time before she was able to let her eyes look into his – it was all she wanted, just to see his eyes. Even though every fiber in her whole body was trying to let her now, as soon as she did that, she was at his mercy but was that so bad the voice also asked.

A gasp left her slightly parted lips, as she finally gave in, if the Rembrandt had enthralled her, she would have the word capacity to describe the feeling looking in this man’s eyes gave her. Her back hid the painting almost knocking it to the ground, she hadn’t even registered that she had moved backwards, away from him. She sank the lump in her through, as her sapphire eyes never left his, she couldn’t even if she tried. Words had left her, something that didn’t happen often, what in the world was he, if it even was, a he – a being, of immense power would be a better description. Would she die now? What this her last time on earth? And wouldn’t it be okay if it was by this creatures’ hands that she should finally meet her end?

It was against all she stood for that her eyes slowly closed to his touch, a touch that was sending a million reactions through every fiber of her being. A scream deep down in the dark echoed in silence, as if it tried to warn her to fight it to get out. But as his fingers slid down and lock around her neck, she didn’t have anything to fight him with. A small sigh fell from her lips before she slowly opened them again. The feeling that was cursed through her was not something she could describe or ever could put words on, it was the most beautiful and haunting experience she had ever had. A slight whimper left her plum lips, and her eyes finally open again; what was he to do to her? “I don’t think I would be able to give you that answer, other than you probably could do anything to me, without me second guess it” it might had been the fact that Elena had been locked away by Christians in a holy house, that made her able to withstand just a fraction of this effect he had over her. Knowing very well that her free will no longer was her own – “Completely at his mercy” words left her, words that clearly wasn’t meant for him to hear.

She just followed him, not questioning anything that happened or how her head clouded with the feeling of just wanted to touch him, being near him and how she would fall apart would he left. He was a promise that all she had been through would become better, just by being here.
Her husband leaving her, not in the sense of divorce, no, just from one day to another only a note left behind. Then there was Christians had burned her mother at the stake, her tortured years in a church look away because of a sick man’s dreams of making her pure.

Her blue eyes slowly followed the movement of the robe that was put on his body, how he turned around and came back to her. A slow gasp left her lips, that more likely sounded like a moan as his fingers glided over her check. Her eyes had closed at some point, so it was only his voice that almost commanded her to open her eyes and look towards the head of her former friend. But the feeling she was supposed to feel, anger, rage or even sadness didn’t come to her.
“yes” she said, as she found her gaze following back to him; even as his smile became haunting, she found it beautiful, completely blinded by the aura that had taken ahold of every fiber in her body. “but then I wouldn’t have met you, and that’s worth everything, even as it cost me my life”

She trembled under his touch and didn’t dare at first to look into his eyes, as a submissive almost waiting for accept to look at their master. A moan left her lips, as she felt his fingers glide down her face, it was so light almost like feathers was merely touching her skin. Elena forgot to breath, as he asked what it was that she wanted. Did she dare to ask? Was she even worthy to let those words leave her mouth, in the present of something so powerful as him?
Her pulse started razing and she could feel how her heart hammered in her chest, almost afraid that he would hear what he did to her, it was like he induced her with the strongest euphoriant drug, as every fiber of her body was hyperaware of everything that happened, even a small gust of wind made her moan as it pushed small strains of her hair around her neck.
“I’ll do anything, just keep touching me” she begged not knowing what else she could do. Her knees were too weak to hold up, and slowly she kneeled before him, finally able to look up as he body her big sea deep blue eyes taking him in.