5

KENZO

The thick red liquid rolled down my throat, not in the least quenching the ache that settled around my fangs. That was it. The third glass of blood I would be taking today, yet, I was still so hungry. I growled, throwing the glass at my wall, causing it to shatter in the process. I undid my cuffs and brushed my fingers through my hair, a light scoff leaving my lips. I was hungry, cranky, and irritated. My overly sensitive hearing couldn't refrain from picking up on the thudding of heartbeats and the seamless flow of blood through the veins of every human that surrounded the entire building.

Coming back to this company after five decades surely wasn't what I had expected. I didn't expect holding onto my restraint to become this hard. It was taking so much restraint for me not to get up from where I sat and burst through those doors, sinking my fangs into any human I find on the way. My fangs hurt, my head pounded so terribly and my eyes burned with so much intensity, the veins beneath my face coming out and retracting themselves. I groaned, holding on to the edge of my table, which I pulled at quite a chunk of it when I removed my hands.

Be discreet, Kenzo.

Be discreet.

My nose developed a mind of its own, my fangs popping out of their confines, my throat burning with so much ache as I picked up on the loud, erratic beating of a human heart, blood coursing through every inch of the human's veins and___

A sharp knock pierced through my thoughts and I groaned, muttering a 'come in' that sounded so much like an animalistic growl, dropping my head into my palms. Then, I smelled it. That citric lavender scent mixed with a touch of Jasmine, the same smell that has been imprinted in my senses, nearly driving me to the edge for the past few days, slapped me right on the face, and assaulted my nostrils.

My head shot up with a deadly speed and my eyes locked with a pair of familiar steel grey eyes that looked nothing like those eyes that stared at me like I was an object of fascination, a few days ago. She walked into my office and her smell filled the air, eliciting a soft growl from me. Her creamy blonde hair that was in a Bob was almost dropping to her shoulders, her face bare of any form of makeup, safe for the cherry gloss on her lips that made those plump lips appear fuller.

Those lips that begged me so fervently to pleasure her till she came so hard. Her eyes were cold, hard and lacked the slightest form of emotions, set dead on me with her head tilted to the side, a little, an act that came off to me as though she was trying to dare me.

My eyes moved so slowly, savoring every inch of her face and resting right on her attire. She was clad in a dark blue short-sleeved gown that clung to her slim-thick frame like a second skin, rendering me hard where I sat. The sinfully innocent dress cupped her round breasts that fitted perfectly in my arms that night, highlighting her large hips and leaving her hourglass shape so pronounced. Even in her shoes, she still doesn't strike me as someone overly tall.

Her stunning tanned skin produced a breathtaking contrast to her dress, with her small bag occupying one of her hands. My eyes moved over her body so swiftly, dropping to her exposed neck and my protruded fangs pierced my gums as I held onto the edge of my seat, so tightly. I could hear it so clearly, the blood gushing through her veins, her heart beating so erratically almost as though she was…scared.

Everything about her left my emotions overly heightened. I was struggling with my restraint, holding back from getting to my feet and sinking my fangs into her exposed neck, draining her of every blood she had until she had dropped to the floor. Staring at her, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her eyes were. They reminded me of the sea, with its beautiful soft waves whenever it was at its least quiet and the rumbling tide it made, whenever it was at its loudest. A scintillating combination of fire and ice.

"Did you know?" She spoke up, taking slow, soft steps over to my seat, the loud thumps her heart made, reverberating through the walls of my ears. It made my hold on the chair even tighter.

"Know what?" I quizzed, utterly fascinated at the sight of her.

"Oh fuck you!" She yelled, her voice gaining a certain depth to it and sounding an octave higher than it was.

"Don't use foul language on me, baby girl. I'm still your boss." I said monotonously and right there, that cold, domineering look faltered.

"Just answer me, please." Her tone was much softer and quieter now, thick with defeat.

"Sienna Rebecca Dowling, twenty-eight years old. Started working here three years ago and got this job through Evan Pierce's referral. A secretary at Blackwell's wines. Roughly five feet seven and is a worker who discharges her work effectively. Bold, a pro at what she does, and a goal-driven woman." My lips twitched in a light smirk as I watched her face fall, a look of disbelief creeping onto her flawless face, denting its beauty. That had a frown settling on my face. I didn't want her frowning.

"So, you knew!!!"

"You fucking bastard!!"

"You fucking knew and you allowed that to happen! You allowed me to give myself to you! It wasn't yours to take! I was drunk and you took advantage of me! Is that how low you can go?" She asked, tears pooling in those grey eyes as her loud voice echoed through my soundproofed office.

I got up from my seat without saying a word and approached her, leaning on my desk with my arms folded across my chest. My lips quirked in a smile and the next thing I felt was her handbag hitting me on my face.

"Sienna," I warned.

"What!" She barked, taking a step forward with fury flashing in those grey eyes. She hit me on the chest with her small fists and continued hitting me, sobbing profusely.

"How could you do this to me?!"

"You asshole!"

"I hate you so much!"

"I hate you! Die, you bastard!"

She sobbed, her punches getting so weak. The sight of her in tears didn't sit well with me. I couldn't bear watching her cry and that was a first. I grabbed her by her soft, small waist, pulling her to myself and nuzzling my face in the crook of her neck, my protruding fangs grazing her soft skin as I struggled to control myself from draining her of her blood.

"Let me go!" She snapped. I sniffed her, inhaling the sweet, natural scent of her neck. She had such a small frame with the most curvaceous body. A body I would give anything to have in my bed again, one more time.

"Let's keep this between us. I want to keep seeing you, Sienna. No strings attached. I want to make you happy. I can give you the world,"

"I just want to touch you again," I grunted, pulling her impossibly closer to myself. She tried to pry her way out of my arms but of course, I was stronger than her. I was struggling so much not to bend her over this fucking desk and have my way with her, leaving her to scream my name so hard as I ram into her from behind.

"You are so disgusting!" She spat in my face. The slimy liquid dropped on my face. I frowned and glared at her.

"You had your luck the first time. If you really think I'm allowing you to get a feel of me one more time, then you are sicker than I thought." She glowered and my eyes darkened. Having her tell me off so bluntly fueled my rage. My frown deepened, even more as she picked up her bag and made her way out of my office.

"SIENNA, GET BACK HERE!" I growled.

"Go fuck yourself, Mr. Blackwell." She brushed me off and stormed out of my office, slamming the door shut with a bang. I let out a loud animalistic growl and marched over to the wall, plunging my fists into it. An action that opened up my skin and left blood spilling out but the torn skin soon shrank back together, forming into a whole new skin like it never tore open in the first place.

Fuck!

My mind and brain were messed up. I was frustrated, angry, and hungry. My door creaked open on cue, and a lady whom I presumed to be the cleaner, stepped in. I moved over to where she stood in the blink of an eye, grabbing her by the throat and looking straight into her eyes as she choked, coughing violently due to my excessively tight hold on her neck. I shot her a cold, sadistic smile. My fangs poked out and she let out a horrific scream before I yanked her to myself by the neck, sinking my fangs into her neck, utterly satisfied with the agonizing scream that exited her lips as I drained her of her blood, sounding like music to my ears and soothing my heightened nerves.