Desires Manifest

Desire coils in my belly, thick and unyielding it creeps into the crevices of my core, its demanding fire consuming my every thought. Passion rules even the most resolute of souls for despite all our self-control it will reveal itself in those small moments between events, devouring our will, leaving us no more than prisoners of what we long to possess. Self doubt is the bugbear of weak willed fools, as a man of decided judgments I never doubt the inevitability of the outcome of my affairs but even the most unwavering find themselves at some point in their life, subject to the beast slumbering in the depths of a black obsession.

My beast was awoken by the golden son of a spineless fool and it allowed desire to roar through my veins, unstoppable, unquenchable, uncontrollable, it was to be denied no longer as the spoils of victory are mine and mine alone. I could almost taste her sweetness on my lips, every memory burned onto my skin. From stolen kisses to the delicious lust caused by the tingling of her slap upon my face, it has been a long road to the door of a minx, yet here is not where it ends for there is a reckoning to be accounted. She allowed the callow youth of this town to soil her in flesh and mind despite my warnings, despite my very clear intent and Minxie will pay for these indiscretions in due time. My foremost goal is to ensure she arrives at the compound without the complications of baggage, romantic or otherwise.

I drove to her home enveloped in a cloud of yearning so real it coated my veins until I wore the hunger for Minxie like a second skin making me not just react but react in a manner that could be observed by others. Minxie has outgrown the groping of pretty surf boys; she is no longer the dewy-eyed miss ready to forgive the wanton past of a mountain, no longer interested in the spoiled tantrums of spoiled sons. Minxie has grown into a woman and now she is ready for a man and therein lies the issue for the eldest son, the untouchable Braith Vanderhaven whilst not of the caliber of a Dubois, is approaching close to this state. He shows more spine than the seed that created him, less foolishness than the womb that bore him, none of the greed and stupidity of his brainless trite sister and ignorant lazy brother. Perhaps the knowledge that I will always be a constant in his life has ensured he acquired the testicular fortitude so sadly lacking in his heritage.

Braith Vanderhaven, obviously damaged from his wedding disaster, has succumbed to an internal madness that allows him to believe he can approach Minxie in her home without any repercussions from me. Whilst the last remaining sane corner of my mind could appreciate why he found himself at her door, in the pathetic social pool of this town she shines brightly, lighting the path there, I could not, would not, allow one more of the sons of Bishop Vale near what has been rightly mine since the day I spied her face glowing amongst the chatter of social monkeys. The fire in my mind will not allow it, the heat of my heart will not allow it and the burning in my groin will not allow it. I pulled into her drive expecting to see the cars of those who plague her existence. Silly people playing silly games, unwilling or unable to face the reality of their glittering world, incapable of comprehending that every world has a price and the price of their privileged existence is me.

What I found instead, was his car and only his car, this set me alight with a blaze so powerful I thought I would ignite in the drive. It took the strength of all my self-control to stroll casually to the door with only the briskness of my knock revealing the state of my spirit. The well mustachioed housekeeper, after scowling her disapproval, stomped through to the drawing room to open the door revealing an expectant Minxie with the interloper standing far too close for his own safety. My eyes betrayed what my mind could not state and the fiery gaze I directed at him should have sent this usurper packing, instead he stood his ground, no doubt lost in some foolish dream that the Minx could protect him. She on the other hand was having none of it and my soul rejoiced at the sight of her ignoring his attempt of possession. Instead she preferred to spar with me and her insults were like a summer breeze cooling a heart gripped in the fervour of a powerful unfettered desire. I knew from the daring gaze he sent me that my presence had not neutralised his threat, obtuse as the rest of his family he was going to persevere and I wondered if bloodshed was going to be required. Surprisingly, it was the bulky housekeeper who ended the impasse by insisting she escort us back outside and the lack of protest by Minxie and the later view of his car bad temperedly grinding down the road gave me temporary ease.

I drove back to my office while contemplating this last complication, I considered the question of Minxie encouraging this and was it to distract me or save her? Her demeanour suggested that she had not sought out his attention, after all she was far too busy planning my demise and I enjoyed her indifference to his attentions. If indeed it was indifference for Minxie is becoming more and more of a Dubois with each passing day and her ability to cloud her true motives from me also grows. How I shall enjoy tearing down all barriers to my possession of her very being. I will devour your screams my love while you receive the outpouring of my desire and it will burn you flesh and soul. The challenges of love are yet to begin my precious.

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