Deranged Lust, Tina Mahnam [ink book reader .txt] 📗

Rebecca? You know you can talk to me right?" He claimed, furrowing his eyebrows. I smiled then nodded. He leaned and placed a small peck on my forehead. "Rebecca, you have no idea how much I love you. How much I've been waiting for this day to come ever since I saved you from drowning that day. I always wanted you to be mine, but now...you're really mine." I felt myself tear up, nobody has been so loving and honest to me. And believe it or not, it makes me really emotional, because now I know what to really feels like to be adored from someone who cares so much about you, sometimes even more than themselves. He squeezed my hand in a reassuring way. I studied his green eyes then exhaled my breath, "Thank you, Bruce. For everything." He smiled then leaned in and finally kissed me. Trust me, it felt like I was kissing him for the first time. The kiss was so passionate and soft. Lord, I could kiss him for years.

 

 

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"This tastes- wow." I savored the flavor on my buds, enjoying the pleasant taste that roamed around my mouth. "Who knew someone could make such delicious pancakes in such an effortless way." I asked myself. Bruce giggled then walked towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a kiss on my forehead, "Only for my queen."

"Let's just hope your queen doesn't get fat from all this treating you've been giving me lately." He rolled his eyes playfully then placed two more pancakes on my plate. "Get ready, we're going to head to this new villa my dad bought, it's around town. Only about 2 hours away." I hummed, barely paying any attention to what he said, because all my attention was focused on those heavenly-made pancakes. "Is it going to be just us two?" I asked, he shook his head in denial, letting me know that some of his friends will also be coming along. 

After breakfast, I dashed upstairs to pack all our stuff. That's when I found my 'closet' in the back door of our room. I sensed my body grow goosebumps everywhere, which was really discomforting due to the fact I had just shaved. I gulped a lump in my throat and glorified the sets of clothes, all from different brands, and different styles. I was dumbstruck if I want to be honest. Never in my life have I felt so luxurious. It made me feel special, but not in a way for me to take advantage of it, and completely change myself like many people do. I found myself wandering around the big room for hours, trying to decide between what looks good on me and what doesn't. At this point, even Bruce started to help me out since I was taking too long. But, we finally managed to pack up all our stuff, and put them in the car. That's when we lastly began our 2-hour journey.

"This place looks really good." I declared, turning my head around constantly, finding new borders of the villa with every inch of turn I took. "Oh! Looks like our friends are here." Bruce smiled, I stared at the route where he pointed and saw a beautiful man and woman heading our way. They looked about our age, so that's what made it even more- ecstatic. But if I want to be sincere, I couldn't keep my eyes off of the man who was approaching us. His body structure looked marvelous, his hair flowed in the wind, and his eyes sparkled in the light. Not to forget his style. Oh god he looked like a Calvin Klein model, I'm not complaining. In fact, I had to stop myself from drooling. But, Bruce noticed, and the moment those two reached us I sensed him burn in anger, he squeezed his hand around my waist harshly making me hiss slightly, but that cut my attention off of that guy. So, I'm guessing that's what Bruce was intending to do. 

"Rebecca, meet Sasha and her boyfriend, Johnathan." Bruce introduced with a bright smile, trying to hide his jealousy behind those burning eyes. I smiled, and greeted the girl with a hug. "You can call me John." John mentioned, his girlfriend eyed him badly then shrugged the feeling off. "Nice to meet you, John." I smiled and shook his hand. Bruce gritted his teeth then grabbed my wrist harshly and dragged me away, motioning for them to follow us. He then drew us to the pool, "Who's in the mood for a swim?" That's when it hit me. I can't swim, I shouldn't swim. Every time I attempted to swim, something bad always happened to me, last time it was a close-to-death experience, and this time it was complete amnesia. I couldn't risk it. I whispered for Bruce to come to the corner, I later told him I didn't want to swim. He frowned then asked for the reason. "I haven't swam for a while, and I think it's better if I just tan myself." I replied. He nodded then gave me a quick kiss on the lips before running up to John and taking his shirt off.

I fixed my bathing suit, put sunscreen on and laid down on the tanning chair, I tried to look away from the swimming pool, but John caught my eye as his muscular figure started to climb back up, water dripping from his beautiful bronze body, his auburn hair all wet. I shook my head back to reality and continued to read the book in my hands. He came up and sat on the tanning chair beside mine. He leaned in, peaking at the book I was reading then chuckled lightly. "Who reads a book on a small vacation?" He jokes. I beamed a small smile then put the book aside, "I'm guessing me." I shrug. 

"Well, are you sure you don't wanna swim?" He asked, staring at me with a questioning look, as if he really wanted me to swim. I then gulped and shook my head, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure." 

"I've heard you're a good swimmer." I glanced at him then back at the sun, "Who told you that?" 

"I have my own sources." I next saw Bruce making his way towards us, sitting on the corner of my tanning chair, me moving away a bit to give him some space. "What are you doing here, John?" Bruce asked a little harshly, as if the other's presence was bothering him a lot. Maybe it was the fact that John was just as gorgeous as Bruce, or maybe because he only had a girlfriend. If he had a wife, then that'd be a whole different situation. "Oh nothing, Bruce. Just bonding with your beautiful wife here." Bruce got up and dragged John's collar, pulling him up to face him eye-to-eye. "Listen here, I don't want you coming around and complimenting my wife! So watch the fuck out." Bruce threatened him, glaring into his eyes as if they were generations of enemies, but that was definitely not the case. "Bruce! Stop!" I commanded, with a raging expression, staring at him as if he was a child who did something wrong. Bruce let go of John, but still eyed him very evilly, and soon enough returned to the pool. I turned to my left to notice how Sasha was watching the whole thing with her arms crossed against her chest. We made eye contact, and that's when she decided to take off her shirt and jump in the pool with her bathing suit that was hidden underneath.

John looked at me in an apologetic way, I waved my hand then sighed, "Don't worry about it. It's just how Bruce is. Anger issues, and being overprotective. I'm sorry if he hurt you." He chuckled then looked at me, "Meet me tonight beside the pool when Bruce is sleeping. I need to tell you something." He seemed serious. And by serious I mean way beyond serious, it looked like the thing he wanted to say depended on his own life. This made me shiver, I was too nervous to know what he was going to say. Could it be something about Bruce? Is he a bad man? Has he cheated on me? What could possibly be so important to tell me secretly in person?

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Chapter 3 - Clearing Things Up

I checked the time again, for reassurance. It was it. It's a good thing that Bruce was fast asleep. I put on my jacket that dangled from the hanger and quietly made my way out of the room. I hurriedly ran towards the pool, I sat on the same tanning chair and repeatedly checked around myself to see if I could find him anywhere. "Thanks for coming." I gasped, jumping up in surprise. I glared at him then cursed under my breath, "You scared the shit out of me." I rolled my eyes. He lowly laughed then sat on the chair next to me. "What did you want to tell me? You better hurry up, because I'm afraid Bruce will realize I'm not there-" He soon cut me off before I could finish my sentence, "Rebecca, calm down. He's a heavy sleeper." He laughed. I relieved my shoulders then stared at the night sky. Oh how beautiful the stars were, it reminded me of so many things, and always managed to make me peaceful no matter what the situation was.

"What I wanted to tell you concerns Bruce." That's what caught my instant attention, I looked into his honey eyes and waited for him to continue. "Bruce...he gets easily obsessed with a girl that he starts to fall for. Not any normal type of obsessed. A concerning amount of obsessed." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, not really understanding what he meant. "Look, I cannot tell you what he'll do, because he has a new plan for every girl-" This time, I was the one who cut him off before any word was spoken out of his mouth. "What do you mean new plan for every girl?!" I asked angrily, couldn't believe a word he was telling me, because it shocked me. It really did. Bruce doesn't seem like he's the type of guy to even try to lay a hand on an innocent girl, what could lead me to even thinking that he could be some kind of- psychopath?! "Listen, Rebecca! Bruce is different, okay? He has a history with these types of girls, he makes them fall in love with them, and if they betray him in any way, he'll fill out his anger by planning out a whole revenge plan for the girl." I shook my head in denial, refusing to even glance at John 'cause of the words he was speaking to me right now. "How can you even prove all of this? Do you really expect me to believe all the lies you're spilling to me right now?" I hissed, clearly upset for the move he was trying to pull.

He looks down, his mood suddenly changes completely, it looks like he just remembered a bad memory. Oh no, I hope I didn't say anything triggering. "Because my sister was one of them." Well