A few hours before the ball
“Is..aak.” Vivanna moaned his name, as he felt her tight walls twitch around his hard shaft, and he couldn’t help but release himself into her as she cradled his neck in her arms, as though she was promising to shield him from the world, and he was lost.
Wholly and utterly undone, enchanted by whatever sorcery she had used on him.
Her body fell heavily against him, and a crippling sense of regret coiled its way up to his belly.
I sipped my newly refilled cool drink as I walked out of the dim hallway.“My lady,” Vincent called.He was the first person I spotted in the busy ballroom filled with mingling couples, but perhaps that was because he stood close to the hallway that I was set to emerge from.I know that that was just a minor detail, but I found myself smiling at him, it felt nice having a knight or rather, to have someone wait on me.I couldn’t tell if it was the wine that had elevated my mood or the lively conversation; either way, the first thing I did was tease him.“You said to only stay away from Bryant and Dominic, you never mentioned that you were incapable of handling the Marquis,” I said, crossing my arms playfully over the fabric of my dress.The feel of the smooth fabric rubbing against my skin exhilarated me, because, with every movement, the dress clung to my curves, reminding me of fun nights out
When the room had settled, and there were fewer eyes on us, Vincent and I began our inconspicuous shuffle to the end of the hall. There was an isolated spot that led to an even more isolated and well-lit balcony.“There,” I whispered to him, pointing the lucky balcony and we began marching towards it. Vincent lifted the heavy black curtains with cursive golden patterns that covered the glass balcony door for the both of us and as soon as he did, the bright balcony light exposed our position, due to the differences in lighting in the two rooms. Still, it was only for a brief second as we snuck out into the cold night.
The night’s silence was palpable, and I understood fully, under the golden warmth of the lit torches on the balcony, that Vincent would not answer my question, or rather couldn’t. The conversation had been so onesided that I almost felt stupid for having tried to explain myself to him. Now, anytime someone questions my line of thought, I can just blame it on drugs. But…like most things, I will deal with the sting later. I Inhaled deeply, then closed my eyes to try and still my racing mind, but the lump in my throat did not lessen. I cleared my throat, but still, it did not waver, nor did the flood of thoughts cloudin
Elizabeth’s gaze met mine easily, I mean, I was the only person left standing, and then she winked at me, to which I responded by bowing my head quickly in a fancy and exaggerated manner. Vincent suddenly squeezed the hand that he had let go of earlier, before the bowing, and I had almost turned to face him when a man dressed in black appeared beside me, startling me, then he whispered in a low tone.“My lady.” The man bowed then presented a golden fan that matched well with my gloves. “From the Marquess.”
“At what point do you think we should leave the ball?” Vincent asked as the room’s buzz resumed.“I was hoping t-,”“Your Grace!” A young dark-haired boy in a formal suit, with a large red gem encrusted on what looked like a scarf, tucked into his topcoat, yelled as he approached me with a broad smile on his face. He stopped aggressively only a few inches from my space then bowed quickly and then reached out to take my hand, but Vincent pushed his way to stand before me. &ldq
“Are you…did you just call me a rat?” Dominic asked the scowl across his beautiful face leaving no room for me to imagine that he had taken that as a joke.“I- n-n-,” -What was I supposed to say?-‘No I was just nervous about meeting you’ or ‘no, you are so sexy up close that my brain needs time??’-I am his enemy. I am not here to play teenag
Vivanna-Agreements? -The blank look I gave him must have clued him in on the level of information I had because Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Okay, I am starting to feel offended, I mean I get that you are the Dutchess and that you are busy, but don't forget about me. Seriously, I will go on a bender like Neiwei!" Sebastian pouted, and as a waiter passed by, he grabbed two glasses of white wine from his tray, then tried to hand one to me, to which I rejected.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, SOME MATURE THEMES ARE DISCUSSED REGARDING DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE.Neiwei.The room was blurry, and again, he wasn’t sure which day it was and who was around him, all he knew was that he was at the Marquis’s castle and that was only due to the numerous amounts of ‘red liquid’ being escorted by the servants of the castle. The noises around him felt like faded echoes in the distance as he relaxed deeper into the black and gold lounge chair.