Page 37 of Grand Master

“You want to leave, but you’re leaving to nothing.

That’s not my arrogancy, Mira, it’s what anyone in your position would think.

You loved the way I made your body respond to me.

How I make the pussy talk disrespectfully.

You’ve been scolding yourself because you feel like you’ve lost your vision on escaping…

although it’s pointless. If I want to keep you here, Mira…

you won’t get free. Everybody in this building love their life, they know that if they helped or watched you go without my permission, they’d lose their life. ” He spat out coldly.

“Then you have thoughts of money, you probably want to figure a way to ask me for a job so you can stack up to have something if you did get freedom.” He chuckled dryly.

Chills ran up my spine as he coldly kept his eyes locked with mine. How can a man so fine, be so dark, controlling, and obsessed with a girl like me?

“Then how about you help me, Kenric.” I sighed shakily.

“Let me go, but you help me financially. Give me a job, I’ll play the violin for you…I can come back here every day to do whatever you ask of me. I just want to be granted my rights of freedom.” I pleaded feeling tears well up in my eyes.

“Where will you live?” He asked.

“That’s a part of you helping me. I know this might sound far-fetched, hell…

maybe it is. I was thinking you can help me into a place of my own since it’s your fault why I won’t have a place to go back to.

At least you’ll still have access to me.

I just don’t want to be forced to stay here, with chains on my body whenever you want me to walk around this place with you.

I like being outdoors, doing normal stuff. ” My words trailed off.

I really didn’t know what the hell I liked but I knew I didn’t like the idea of me being forced to stay somewhere like here.

When I was free, I liked to venture off into nature a lot.

I loved going to the beach, parks, and just walking feeling the air.

Sad to say, I was just as robotic as Kenric.

I worked my ass off to survive, always. In order to have food and a roof over my head, I had to work two jobs.

I missed the only person I considered a friend.

Yvette crazy ass kept me smiling even when I felt like the world was against me.

She got me the job at that strip club and always made sure I was good even when I turned down her help because it wasn’t who I was.

Here I sat in front of a man that had his mouth clamped shut as he listened to me practically beg him for help.

That was something new, I never begged anybody for a thing. Maybe that was the problem to begin with.

“Why are you silent?” I pressed.

“I don’t know Mira…You got a lot of thoughts, and I’ve got my own battling inside of my mind right now. No matter the amount of medicine that I take don’t simmer the strong urge to keep you here with me.” He stated.

“It’s wrong!” I yelled.

“Was it wrong when I entered you?” He tilted his head cockily.

My body heated up as I thought back to how he stroked my pussy with perfect precision, how he kissed, licked and took control over my mind and body.

“Let’s talk about that then.” I sighed roughly.

Kenric’s cold gaze lightened up, he looked over at me like he was still inside of me, and my body reacted.

Goosebumps spread along my arms. I realized again that I was bare of any clothes, I sat comfortably in front of him no longer trying to cover myself and shield my body from him seeing me like this.

What was the point? He saw me at my worst. Even when I did try to cover my body before sex, he knocked my hands away and tended to my body like it was made for him.

Kenric placed his hand on the mattress like he was grounding himself.

Kenric’s gaze locked onto mine with a ferocity that unraveled everything I thought I understood about desire.

His eyes were dark, intense, hungry, as if he was drinking in every shape and imperfection of me.

There was a raw, unmasked yearning behind that look—a silent promise that he wanted more than just my body, he wanted the chaos and softness and scars I tried to hide.

The air pulsed between us, heavy with everything unsaid, and I felt myself melting under the weight of that hunger, unable to look away.

“Are you just going to stare at me all night…are talk to me so we can decompress and come to some sort of agreement?”

I reached down and moved the ice pack away from between my legs. I scooted towards him and stopped when I noticed his disposition in my movements.

“Kenric,” I softened my voice.

“Please, talk to me.” I pleaded.

He blinked once, then again. He clicked his teeth, and Josie made an angry hoot noise then flew up off of him. She made sure to slap him in the face with her wing before soaring towards the open roof. Kenric looked up at her as I took in his flawless chocolate complexion.

“It’s hard,” He admitted. “I’m not used of talking much especially after sex with you. I don’t know how to decompress little owl. I’ve never done that.” He shifted his body until he was facing me.

His hand moved slowly, it landed on the inside of my thigh. I don’t know what heated me up the most. His nickname that I tried to convince myself that I hated, or his calloused hand resting on the inside of my thigh. It was both a hard battle with my mind and body.

“I want you to try, because whatever that was during so-called dinner wasn’t just sex…and if you act like it was?—”

“It didn’t feel like sex to me either,” he said, voice going lower than I expected. His fingers dug into my thigh; I could tell that it wasn’t to hurt me, but for me to feel him.

“It felt like something I wasn’t supposed to have.” His raspy voice vibrated between the both of us.

“I don’t know what I expected with being intimate with you Kenric.” I admitted.

“I mean yes, you kidnapped me then I found myself attracted to not only your looks but also your madness. I find myself wanting to know more about you. We share some things in common, we both experienced trauma at the ages of thirteen. When I look you in your eyes, I see pain and suffering first then you mask it with strength and power. I battle with myself because I dislike you then feel for you. I make excuses for your impulsive behavior like having me kidnapped all because you found peace in the way I play a violin. Then you fucked me, and it messed things up further. I didn’t expect to feel…

seen. Even with all the pain that I witness for brief moments in your eyes…

you looked at me like I was something sacred.

” A tear escaped my eye before I could stop it.

“You are,” he said instantly. “You feel sacred, your aura brings light into my darkness. But I don’t want to just worship you, Mira…I want to keep you.” He shut his eyes tightly then flicked his finger over his nose in frustration.

“Does that scare you?” I asked timidly.

“It does…because although I can keep you, a part of me discovered that I don’t want to force you although I know I can.

I saw you smile, I know what it feels like for you to make me laugh.

It felt good. All of it. You make me feel, Mira.

I don’t feel much but pain, I buried the pain down every day before I laid eyes on you.

The right thing would be for me to let you go and give you the right to decide if you want to… ” He bit into his bottom lip.

For a fleeting moment, I was overwhelmed by the urge to reach for him, to pull him into my arms and let the silence between us dissolve into the warmth of a shared embrace.

The ache in his voice echoed something raw inside of me, an ache I recognized all too well.

I wanted to comfort him, to let our bodies press together again in a way that had nothing to do with lust, but with solace.

If I could just hold him, maybe my touch would soothe the shadows swirling in his eyes, even if it was for a little while.

The veins by his temples popped out as he dropped his head in defeat. Wow, he really didn’t want to let me go, and I felt for him. I wanted to help him and hoped that he helped me. We both were consumed with never ending pain that somehow felt suffocating.

“How about you open up a little to me, then I open up to you. We can lay here together, facing one another and just talk until we fall asleep. I’ll stop thinking about escaping for a couple of days so we can build some form of trust within each other then we go from there…

does that sound okay to you?” I asked, hoping that he’d say yes.

“Okay.”

A gentle wave of relief swept through me, warm and unexpected, as his agreement lingered in the air.

My lips parted in a soft smile, a real smile, fragile yet full.

Kenric slipped quietly into the bed beside me.

I turned to face him, our knees touched as I pulled the comforter over our bodies.

Carefully, with trembling fingers, I reached out, tracing the smooth line of his chocolate skin, feeling the steady thrum of his pulse beneath my touch.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting my hand linger, then opened them again, his gaze darker than midnight, swirling with questions and memories yet unspoken.

“Where should we start?” he asked, his voice a whisper that wrapped itself around my heart. I swallowed, holding his stare, and answered,

“Let’s start from our childhood. From the beginning.”