...Evil is here.

“Yes, sir.” Sven smiled warmly at him and nodded, walking over obediently and climbing onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips, not taking him in just yet but pressing up against his hardness, wanting to let him decide what happened next, her arms going around his neck to balance herself, a smile on her face. 

“I’m starving.” Kylie admitted softly. She moved a stand of her hair behind her ear before pulling herself up softly so she was now sitting. “Can we get some pancakes? I’ve been craving for that for so long now.” It was weird to see him acting like this around her. She wasn’t sure if he was truly honest about all of this or if it was just a way of manipulating her. But Kylie wanted to give him a chance. Everyone deserved one. 

“Pancakes it is,” he agreed and pulled out his phone. As he was still living in the Institute suites and not a home of his own, room service was still an option. Pancakes with syrup and fresh fruit was an easy item to ask of them and so he called for their order to be sent up right away.

Once off the phone he gazed at the girl. She would assume it was lovingly, in reality he was weighing his options of what he might do next.

Layla was mesmerized more by the feeling of warm air being whispered beside her ear than the actual words. When he pulled away, Layla was once again reminded of who she stood with but in her mind it wasn’t the man who terrorized her, it was a body, a warm and strong body that could provide her the release she so desperately needed.

So when he brought her back in for that kiss, Layla kissed back. It wasn’t Peter’s lips, it was simply a set of eager lips that she didn’t mind meeting. She gave a quiet moan into the kiss as her body thrilled that promises of pleasure were being made true… finally!

She was kissing him back. She was kissing him back!

Kai had been looking for a mentor ever since he’d gotten to the island and while he’d met many wonderful people, he’d yet to find a witch more powerful or experienced than himself. And while he thought he could probably learn a lot from Daisy, she was bound most of the month so they couldn’t practice together often. 

After doing a little digging he finally came up with a name. Peter Nowak, the Battle Magic Professor. Who better to go to in order to learn and grow his skills than a professor of magic himself? So after finding a room number for the other witch’s class, Kai took some of his free time to hunt the Peter down. He’d forgotten all about the warning Ciaran had given him about a Peter, and even then, Kai’s desire to learn and grow his magical skills, outweighed any possible warnings others had given him. Maybe this guy was a bad person, but Kai was simply another witch eager to learn, perhaps they’d see that and help him and if not, well he was back to square one.

When he reached the classroom door, Kai knocked tentatively before letting himself in. “Hello? Professor?” He called out.

@run-from-peter

Peter was not thrilled to be a teacher. Although he enjoyed molding impressionable witches, he hated the paperwork. Bored and annoyed, Peter pushed the paper’s he’d been grading away and poured himself a stiff drink. 

Just as he took his first sip of bourbon, he heard a knock and watched as a boy entered the room. Well, wasn’t this a curious change. 

Layla could hardly put up a struggle, even if she wanted to. All she knew was that a hand was in hers, drawing her away from the room towards a quiet lounge. She was near breathless as arms encircled her once more.

She felt dazed, in some sort of fog as her baser instinct took her where it wanted. She easily pressed against the man who held her and rocked with him as he eased the suffering that seemed so far away. Why was she sad again?

She closed her eyes and listened to the familiar voice speaking to her. Her mind focused on the slow dancing and warmth that drew her closer in. 

Still, she couldn’t totally relax. Something egged at her mind that this was wrong while another louder force demanded much more than a dance.

“That’s it,” he praised as he moved with her. It felt so incredible to be holding her like this, to have her so relaxed and willing against his form. He easily lead her as he whispered kind words.

“Layla, I can make you happier than you’ve ever been. I know what you are. I understand you like no one else. And I...”

Peter stopped and pulled away just a bit to look at her beautiful face. Her sweet brown eyes, her perfectly pink cheeks, and her lips.... her gorgeous lips. They called to him like a siren’s song, begging him to meet them once again.

“...I can’t stop myself,” he finished before pulling her into a sudden kiss.

With little hesitation under the spell, Sven stepped back and smiled at him, wriggling out of her leggings and underwear, folding them neatly to the side before she returned to him, a smile on her lips as she stepped forward once more, tilting her head, “Where would you like me to be?” 

She wasn’t the only naked slave in the room. Not by a long shot. So she had nothing to fear. He smiled devilishly as she asked where he wanted her. 

Layla felt dizzy. Her mind swirled with the alcohol she’d already consumed, the confusion of such absurd words coming from Peter’s lips, the distress of the unknown with Jace and the thick need that covered it all and demanded attention. She nearly lost her footing with it all.

She was forced to grip the lapels of stability. “We… we shouldn’t…” she debated but as her desire grew she forgot why it was such a bad idea. She could barely tell who stood before her apart from it being a warm body that she was desperate for.

She took his hand without thinking, willing to let him lead her wherever.

The moment her hand took his, Peter’s heart lightened. She was trusting him, consenting to go with him. He couldn’t express the joy that gave him.

Peter easily took her away, leading her out of the room, down the hall to towards a small and empty lounge area.  He turned back to her, pulling her into the warm circle of his arms and watching her with adoring eyes. He wiped away at whatever tears might still be there. He just wanted to make everything better, to ease any pain she felt.

“Come here, darling,” he spoke softly as he pulled her tightly against him and began to sway to the distant music that still reached them. “Everything is going to be okay. Just forget about him and dance with me.”

Kylie didn’t quite remember what happened exactly during the new year’s eve. Of course she didn’t quite remember everything that happened during that eventful night, most of the memories were quite blurry. Her eyebrows turned into a small frown, causing her crinkle to appear between them, as she felt lips against her skin. It was only when the man made her look at him that she became to remembered how she got to this place. Before she could even say anything, a soft sigh of relief escaped her lips as the pain slowly fade away. “Thank you.” She said gratefully to Peter.

“You’re welcome,” Peter smiled warmly at her, a farce if ever there was one, but it was all in the name of keeping this happy little mistake going for his gain.

Hearing his name was a pain to her heart. Seeing him across the room, falling in love with yet another woman, that was so much worse. A tear slipped down her cheek and where Layla was rather weak physically, she found even less strength to push Peter away when he held her so tightly. Something beneath her skin purred at the feeling, willing her to submit.

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

How could he miss the look of sorrow on Layla’s sweet face? She was in pain and when Peter glanced back to see what dared to be the cause, his eyes landed on Jason.

That bastard! How could be break this soft and precious thing?! Even as his own heart felt bonded to the man like a brother, he couldn’t handle Layla’s distress.

“Darling,” he spoke and placed a hand to her cheek, drawing her eyes back to his before she could speak. “I would never do that to you. I would show you a devotion you deserved,” he promised. 

“If only you’d give yourself to me,” he finished in a whisper as he began to notice. She no longer pushed against him. She molded to his body in fact.

Kylie was still sleeping peacefully on her stomach, naked. The night before turned crazy and some people acted weird, something that wasn’t usual at the institute. But she had to admit that it have been a fun night as well. The blonde woke up as she felt someone moving on the bed beside her. A groan escaped her lips as she felt the major headache kicking in. “There’s too much lights.” She complained as she tried to open her eyes. She buried her face in the pillow, not even looking where she was right now.

Peter watched her form move under the sheets. She was divine, he didn’t regret having her in his bed. It was the way he acted with her that he hated.

However, now he had a choice. If he kept up the act... perhaps it could get him something in the long run. She was kind, a face people easily trusted no doubt. And a slave, an unassuming position, one overlooked and easily concealed. This might be an interesting turn of events, as long as it paid off.

Sven hums softly as she runs her lips along his shaft, teasing him almost as she lets the ball of her piercing just barely trail along before she sits up and dips her head down onto it once more, her lips turning up into a slight smile  as she heard him praise her, brushing her hair back with a smile, the praise she earned from him making her almost glow as she pulls her mouth off of him to grin at him, still pumping his shaft in her hands.

“What are you-” she began to ask when suddenly lips met hers. Layla brought her hands up to take his and pull them away but the lust deep inside her slowed her until she was actually kissing him.

It took a long moment before she could actually push him away.

“No!” she forced out firmly but she couldn’t make her body move too far away from his. Dammit! Why was she so needy.

She was so confused. What on earth was he talking about? He was sorry? How could an apology make up for everything he’d done to her, to them!?

“Why do you suddenly care?” She spat back. “After everything you’ve done? Trying to kill me? Why?”

“Can’t you see? I’ve always cared. I think I’ve always loved you, under everything that I’ve done,” he tried to explain but a powerful urge came over him soon after and he reached for the girl, bringing her into a deep kiss, one he’d longed to give her since he spotted her at the bar.