53. DEVRIM: A MESS

Concern filled me.
Vanya was a crying and clinging mess. What was worrying was the fact that she was clinging to Obsidian—a man who hated being touched. I knew for a fact that his patience was running thin.
Our eyes locked over Vanya’s shoulder when he raised his head. His eyes were unreadable like usual.
Obsidian turned towards the counter and lowered her onto it, but the moment he took a step back, Vanya whimpered and clung to him a little tighter.
“It’s okay, sweets,” he muttered against her ear.
My eyes darted around the bathroom as I tried to figure out how I could help.
“I’ll get her some dry clothes.”
I turned but stopped in my tracks when Vanya called out. Swallowing, I turned and walked over to them.
It took a while but we finally managed to get Vanya calm and out of her wet clothes. She was calmer, but the fear still lingered in her eyes.
Whatever had happened in her dream scared her shitless.
“Do you want to talk about it, rosebud?”
Vanya shook her head, and pressed her face against Obsidian’s neck again. I wished Ezra was here. He’d know what to say and do to lighten things a bit. With a sigh I stepped closer and after a moment’s hesitation, I wrapped my arms around them and dropped my forehead to Obsidian’s shoulder.
We were all on edge after the night we had. Betsy had been taken and we had no clue if it was the man after Vanya or somebody else.
Obsidian surprised me when he turned his head and pressed his lips against my forehead.
Raising my head, I looked at him and frowned. He was showing some emotion but it only lasted for a few seconds before it faded.
He swallowed and looked down at Vanya. After some hesitation, he buried his hand in her hair and tugged. The moment Vanya raised her head to look at him; he smashed his lips down on hers.
Vanya didn’t react immediately. She was frozen on the spot and for a moment I feared that she was going to push him away, but she didn’t.
Vanya whimpered but arched her body against his and started kissing him back.
Heat flooded me as I watched their lips moving together. Obsidian’s tongue slipped out and traced her bottom lips. Her lips parted and her pink tongue slipped out to meet his.
I shuddered and bit my lip. My arms dropped to my side and my hands curled into fists as I fought the urge to touch them.
Obsidian pulled back with a groan. “Trust me?”
Vanya blinked. “W-what are you going to d-do?”
“Make you forget. Trust me?”
She nipped her swollen nip for a few seconds and then nodded. “Okay.”
“Go to the bedroom with Devrim.”
Vanya’s legs slipped from around his waists giving him space to move away. Obsidian winked at me as he walked around me and out of the bathroom.
My eyes instantly darted to Vanya who was naked and sitting on the counter. Our eyes locked and the heat flared to life. We moved at the same time.
I gripped her hips and pulled her against my body as my lips smashed down on hers.
Vanya started moving, making me follow. My back hit the wall and then her hands were tugging at my shirt. Maybe sex wasn’t the best way for her to deal with what happened. I hesitated, and Vanya felt it. Breaking the kiss, she blinked up at me. Her hands slid down to the hem of my shirt where she gripped it and slowly tugged it up, revealing inch after inch of my skin.
I dropped my head back and closed my eyes.
Not even a second later Vanya’s gasp filled the bathroom.
My muscles clenched when she traced the cuts with her fingertips. I took a risk and opened my eyes.
Questions flashed through her eyes but she didn’t voice any of them. She stepped back and looked up at me.
“Take off your shirt,” Vanya whispered.
Swallowing, I gripped the material and pulled it over my head. It soundlessly dropped to the floor.
Vanya’s hand shot up to cover her mouth as she sucked in a sharp breath. Uncertainty gripped me the longer she stared.
“Vanya?”
She swallowed loudly and then looked up at me. “H-he did this t-to you, didn’t he?”
My eyes dropped to take in the fading and new bruises along with the cuts—the fresh cuts that were made hours earlier while Vanya was sleeping.
“How could you allow him to do this to you?”
“It’s not what you’re thinking, Vanya,” I said. “You can’t judge something you don’t understand.”
She threw her hands up in the air. “What’s there to understand? He hit you—”
I growled. “He didn’t hit me. Everything that happened between Obsidian and I was consensual.”
“Consensual?” She blinked at me. “How is him—”
“Enough, Vanya. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
I picked up my shirt and pulled it on as I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She was right behind me and clearly not finished with the conversation.
“He tortured that man!” she yelled. “He has a part inside him that. . .he got turned on while cutting a man into pieces! How is that normal?”
Spinning around, I flashed sharp teeth at her. “We’re not normal! Nothing about us is normal, Vanya! We will never be fucking normal!”
Her eyes dropped. “I know that you’re not normal. It’s not what I meant.”
“What do you mean then?” I placed my hands on my hips and stared at her. “You told Ezra not to be a hypocrite and that’s exactly what you’re being now.” I glared at her. “Are you going to think I’m sick too if I tell you how much I like it when he hurts me?”
The colour drained from her face and her mouth dropped open. Her reaction was almost similar to Ezra’s when he saw Obsidian and I kissing.
It fucking hurt.
“I like it when he’s rough. I like it when he forces me to do what he wants. I like it when he uses his knives on me.” I took a step closer and bent slightly so our eyes were level. “I fucking love the pain, Vanya. Does that make me sick?”
Movement had my head snapping in that direction. I slowly straightened when I realized that Obsidian had heard what was just said. My stomach clenched and fear hit me hard.
“It’s wrong,” Vanya whispered, completely unaware that the male in question stood in the doorway.
“Wrong?” Obsidian rasped.
Vanya tensed and turned slightly but she didn’t look at him.
Obsidian hesitated, and then entered the room. He dropped the bag—one I had gotten familiar with—to the floor.
“Do you know how many times we have been called animals by your kind?” he questioned. “You humans fucking created us for you sick fucking enjoyment and you’re saying that I’m sick?”
“Obsidian—”
“Quite,” he growled at me. “She thinks I’m an abuser.”
I swallowed.
Obsidian was pissed.
I forced myself to stand still and not reach for Vanya like I wanted too. My protective instincts were screaming at me to protect her from his rage.
“I studied humans when I went on trips,” he muttered. “I’ve seen what they’re capable of. I’ve seen how fucking cruel they are. You have no idea how many humans out there have sicker. . .hobbies than I do. The real monsters are much scarier than me, sweets.” He sucked in a breath and growled. “I’ve lived with monster—sick people—for thirty years.”
Vanya gasped and I took a step forward when Obsidian’s hand shot out to grab hold of the back of her neck when she turned away. He spun her into his body and hissed at her.
“But you like the pain, don’t you? Not a lot of pain, but enough. You liked it when I choked you as I fucked you. You liked it when I twisted your nipples.” He purred. “You liked it when I bit you, sweets. It made you come harder.”
His arm slipped around her waist and tugged her even closer to his body.
“Tell me, sweets, does that make you sick too?”