“Mariya, my daughter”, Rio Durante said proudly.

The young girl smiled, she was seventeen but that in her mother’s eyes was the perfect age to start playing the part of a hostess in the high society. She executed the perfect smile at each one of her fathers friends as they introduced themselves one by one. All of them chief executives of other companies or her fathers closest associates.

The circle of men and a few women praised her beauty and accomplishments exclaiming that she had taken after her mother.

They were in the garden of her family mansion, it was a beautiful assortment of trellises and exotic plants. She was engaged in conversation with one of the women, vaguely aware that a man had come in late and her father had met him with great warmth.

Mariya turned to her father, still smiling. The night was beautiful, and she felt as though she could dance it away with the soft music, she would have done so except that she was far too shy.

“Maria, this is my good friend Tyrone, he’s the lawyer that saved us from the market crisis last year…you remember?”

She raised her eyes to meet the tall man and froze. He was probably the best looking man she had ever seen. Her eyes widened slightly as she read the amusement in his. He was coolly assessing her but she recognised the warmth behind his perusal.

Mariya had been looked at in that manner by many men, only this time she felt…..different.

Strangely she was attracted to him at the same time her mind was screaming ‘danger’. She gave him her hand to shake, instead of shaking it he raised the silk clad hand to his lips and kissed it.

“Such beauty”.His words were barely above a whisper.

She laughed politely but she could see the deeper meaning behind his words and eyes.

The familiar purr of the Lamborghini brought her out of her daydream. She blinked rapidly then felt the chill run through her soul at the same time as the sense of euphoria swelled in her heart threatening it to burst. She shivered slightly even though it was early afternoon and the sun was high, it didn’t matter how many times the gooseflesh never failed her. Rubbing her arms she turned and faced the road where the black sports car crawled eating up the ground easily, menacing, beautiful, powerful just like its owner.

She could only see the dark shape as he cut the engine. A few seconds passed and she knew he was waiting, watching testing her as always. Her legs itching to break into a run, adrenaline already pumping. She stood still and watched wearily. He would not, could not take this away from her, he had taken everything else, but she would always remind him that it was never, had never the way she wanted it.

He cut the engine. She could only hear the soft breeze as it rushed through the leaves on the trees. Brushing her skin lightly. The door opened and he stepped out, as though he had all the time in the world. He was wearing sun glasses but she knew all to well the look in his blazing eyes. He turned and she forgot everything as her heart constricted. He started walking her way.

Slow deliberate steps. Almost sauntering, his head tilted to one side in a silent challenge. He was dressed in his customary black. He was the dark to her light. He was hell and she was heaven. He was the devil and she was the angel. He was her soulmate.

He was standing directly in front of her now. She was tall enough for her eyes to be level with his chin. Her heart was at bursting point. Her arms screaming to be thrown around his neck. Her lips almost begging to be kissed.

She recognised the ragged breathing in the air as her own and almost ran from him. How long would it last this time? A couple of hours? A day? Maybe two nights if she was lucky, and then he would leave her.

Alone in the luxurious sham he called ‘home’. The torture would begin. Alone so she could cry the nights away and dream of him in the day. Hoping for at least a call but not getting so much as a postcard. Alone with the identity of a mistress and the silent promise that he would return to her. Oh he had given her the wedding band, the quaint countryside ceremony, even the romantic honeymoon. She fumed silently. It was just another reminder from him that she was nothing more than a chattel to him.

A meaningless possession at his disposal.

She could feel the anger and the passion, stewing inside of her like the molten lava quelling to burst through the crater. She could sense him, his mind and soul that had her twisted and dancing to music only he could understand. His presence in her midst like a cold, beautiful hard diomand falling into an oblivion of her emotions.

She froze yet still refused to meet his eyes as his hands clasped her upper arms. She could feel the heat of them on her skin through the thin blouse. He was applying just enough pressure to issue a cold warning. Telling her with his silence and his broiling emotions he did not want a repeat of last time.

She took a deep breath and looked at him. Letting the molten hellfire of her anger light her eyes she yanked the designer sunglasses off him.

Keeping her eyes trained on his she threw them unceremoniously with a flick of her wrist. His pale skin tightened in anger as she watched relishing every second of it. Her mouth lifted in one corner slightly.

“How long are you planning to stay this time?”

He had the classic chiseled features of a Roman god of war. Built and at his height as a normal human he could have been a sensational model. His patrician nose and dark eyes that seemed to change with every mood he was in. Eyes that were pools of fathomless black right now, staring at her with a fury that would have any grown man begging on his knees. Yet she knew all too well what he was about.

His jaw clenched but that was the only reaction she got. He continued to stare at her taking in the planes of her face.

“Don’t tempt me”, his deep voice, deceptively soft and sinful as a sheet of sensual satin hiding the rock hard core that was ever present. Seeing her chance she turned flippantly and shrugging her shoulders she started to walk away.

Suddenly the world seemed to be a more colourful place, in a blur she was slammed at high speed against the wall. She gasped as she stared at him, his nostrils flared and his lips drawn back in a feral snarl not bothering to hide the extra sharp fangs. She placed the hands behind her on the wall holding herself up, though there was no need.

One of his large hands had her pinned to the wall by the throat and the other pinned her wrist to the wall as she tried to raise it. She watched in horror as his lips descended on hers, ravagingly bruising her own. His touch was invasive, his onslaught terrible as the sparks flew he grabbed her mind through the bond that held their souls as one, forcing it with a powerful blow to comply to his silent demand.

Her anger fuelled the passion and seconds turned to hours as though there was all of eternity here in his embrace.

Tyrone, she whispered his name unconciously in her minds voice that gave away all of her love for him, that could never hide it from him. Finally he pulled back and smiled sardonically leaving her mind a maze of confusion.

Miss me?, she suddenly realised she was still imprisoned in his arms with the wall pressing into her back. She tried to struggle then stopped remembering it was pointless. She looked at his arm that was holding her against the wall, there was something too primitive about this position and the hungry look in his eyes scared her.

“You wish”, she snapped contemptuously, only to become more irritated that her voice had come out a lot more husky and breathless than she would have liked. He laughed, the sound grating on her nerves she told herself, but a small part of her mind told her otherwise.

“What? No welcome home?”

“Last time I checked I didn’t invite any bloodsucking monsters” she replied sweetly watching his eyes harden.

She could almost hear the hiss of his breath. His anger rising again. Great. She had just stoked the fire all over again. Groaning inwardly she realised she had pushed it too far.

His hand cupped her chin almost roughly and he forced her to look up at him. Some far away sense told her his grip on her was tightening and become excruciatingly painful. But she forgot about her body’s screaming senses as blue ice met the hard unrelenting chips of obsidian. At those pools of black oblivion, that reminded her of places in the world that were never touched by the rays of sunlight. Dark places that man hadn’t even been aware of since the start of time.

She saw an explosion of red before she was plunged into his mind. A crazy vortex of colours and she sifted through his thoughts looking for only one. The others were of his other life, the one she would never be a part of.

The one she would never want to be part of. She had some idea of what it was about, she knew he was a vampire. That he was a bloody assassin working for an organisation that would never tolerate his relationship with her. She fumed silently. She also knew he had the choice of leaving it, hiding from them would be hard but he could find some way. Maybe they could live a normal life. At least as normal as it could get when the husband was a vampire. She laughed to herself, knowing she was on the verge of hysteria. Oh. There it was. She drew it to herself, she could already feel his defences rising, trying to block her out of his mind, but she was used to this game now. She pushed herself forward and saw it.

A picture in his mind’s eyes of a tall, reed slim laughing girl. Her blue eyes as warm as the ocean in summer, her curled hair falling to her waist the colour of spun gold. And on her lips the words of love, in her eyes the innocence shining reflecting the freedom of a butterfly in spring. To him she was as fresh as the new laid morning dew, she was the light at the end of the deep, dark and dank tunnel that was his life. She was the sun that shone to lighten his world, and the stars that guided him when he was lost at night. She was the reason he would carry on living.

That image was of the first time when she had met him. He had kept that memory as fresh and as vivid as if it were only yesterday.

She drew herself out of his mind, as gently as the summer breeze blowing through endless meadows. Pulled back into reality she saw his startled eyes staring at her, waiting for her reaction. It was oddly endearing that an arrogant vampire, an assassin at that would be caught speechless in the presence of a human.

She laughed lightly. In the past whenever he was asleep she would draw the picture out to give herself hope, he would be unconscious to her browsing through his thoughts and she had free access to them.

At first she only wanted to draw the picture out of his mind to shock him and show him how much he needed her to survive, but it only seemed to have backfired on her.

He smiled at her and she felt her heart dance. But the jig had a sad ending, she knew the last chords would play of loneliness but right now she couldn’t care less she would enjoy every moment of his company.

Let the torture come, she would forget it for now.

He saw the fleeting look of love cross her face before it disappeared and the promising smile crossed her lips once again. He felt his own lips twist into a satisfied smile. She was his and nothing else mattered.

For now.

Two days later...

He had gone.

She felt it as soon as she awoke.

The familiar reassuring presence that blanketed her was gone. She looked around her beautiful room, the cream and ivories a blurred vision as tears came to her eyes falling silently down the curve of her cheek. Her eyes fell on something red and she saw it was a rose. Feeling the anger return she cried in anguish and flung the rose across the room.

How many months would it be this time before he returned? A year?

The thought struck her and she cried harder, the pain ripping her soul in two. But oh! It already was ripped in two for her other half was not with her, not even close. She grit her teeth as she realised he probably wasn’t even in the country.

How much longer must she endure this pain for? This eternal torture?

So what do you guys think of this new story? Its actually something I started 5 years ago, not quite sure where to go with it though...

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p.s. I dont own Lamborghini or anything... but it sure is a yummy car!