Ok kiddies, I'm calling it quits on this last chapter because I am starting a NEW story!

I was so into this chapter I read a romance novel from the 40's that my grandmother had in some lonely box somewhere, and it took about 12 pages for something interesting to happen.

Ohmahgawd!

Sorry, it's rather late and I'm tired but I can't fall asleep so I might as well get some work done.

Haruhi flushed and felt a momentary pleasure that was washed away as soon as she caught the sight of Kyoya, whose hands were gripping a chair tightly, his knuckles as white as polished bone. Only moments ago he held her unyielding against him, his fingers and lips caressing her face, but then he had thrust her away from him and now he stood rigidly apart from her.

A fist seemed to grab at Haruhi's heart. She still felt the heat of his lips on her neck, and she reached up to cover the bruise that stood out against her pale skin. Suddenly she felt very ashamed of herself, and mortification invaded her, swimming through her blood. She stood with her shoulders pressed against the wall, her fingers still clutched around the curtain for support when Kyoya had so brutally thrown her aside. She looked about the room for some kind of distraction, but the only things there were the tables, the computer, and Kyoya, still turned away, still haughty and menacing.

As she struggled to regain her composure, she turned around to face a mirror and she studied her reflection. She stood there staring at herself, at the passionate flare of her nostrils, the kiss-bruised look of her mouth, the wild light in her eyes beneath the tumbling hair. She could still feel his hands on her skin, his hard chest against her body, the force and potency she had not been able to resist there in the searing darkness.

She steadied her breath and rationalized with herself. The encounter just now had been a sensual impulse, it had nothing to do with the heart, and as she lifted her sweeping bangs away from her brow she remembered the deep sound of his voice as he growled something low and sensual in her ear. Engulfed in a wave of misery and guilt, Haruhi suppressed the urge to raise her arm to shield her eyes from the sight of her promiscuity. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to look into the glass again. She couldn't seem to drag her gaze from the black mark on the base of her throat, a vivid testimony to her indulgence. The memory of every merciless moment swept over her and she stood there looking at his lean figure through the mirror with such longing, wanting him as she hadn't known it was possible to want any man. It was a shameless, irrepressible emotion- a racking torment that made her twist her fingers and shudder with the urge to turn around and reach for him again.

Her body was racked by an ache that started deep inside her and spread inexorably through her system, a dark despair against which she had no defense. Even here in the room with Kyoya, even as he stood behind her undoubtedly within reach, she was so overwhelmed with turmoil she couldn't do anything but look at his reflection. She was hurt and numb, but this was something far more primitive, as if from the very core of her a living thing was being torn out by the roots.

It wasn't to be borne, and she was about to bolt from the room when her eyes peeked again at Kyoya's reflection and startled, she saw he had turned around and he met her gaze steadily through the glass.

They stared at each other indirectly for a terrifying second when she finally asked breathlessly,

"What is it?"

He tilted his head and smirked.

"You do not have to look at me so wretchedly. You have speaking eyes."

Haruhi drew herself up and whirled around to face him.

"And you have the mind of a devil!" she flung at him. "Conniving and contorted, manipulating me and stirring up my emotions until I don't know what's right anymore! You just have to make everything your way no matter whose feelings get mauled in the process."

"You have a natural flair for exaggeration," he remarked dryly, and his brows drew together as his eyes swept over her. "You brought this on yourself."

"I hate you." she spat with intensity, but her eyes betrayed her. "You're so cruel! How could you treat me like I am just a plaything?"

He glowered at her and moved to stand before her even more daunting than before.

"Don't be a child! You went around with that fool Tamaki and made him care for you. All I have done is shown you a similar condition where you are the one deceived instead." He leaned down and added provocatively,

"You cannot say that you didn't enjoy it."

Haruhi remembered her cries, the way she clung to him as her knees quaked and she turned from him blushing fiercely. She wished she could have said no, but when Kyoya touched her, and no matter how much she despised his trickery, when his hands came in contact with her body it was as if all the cells and nerves and feelings of her being responded to his masculinity and allure. She went strangely fluid and she was aware of something very bad inside her being drawn out by the devil in him.

"Why did you do it?" she murmured, suddenly very defenseless and vulnerable. "What could you have gained by trifling with me?"

"The purpose was not to 'trifle' with you," he answered thickly, "But to teach you."

"Teach me?" she lifted her eyes.

"Yes." he pulled her arm sharply and she was pushed once again roughly- and thankfully- against him. He wrapped his arms around her until she was pressed to the length and breadth of him. He continued in a voice that was quiet and rugged,

"I had to teach you that your blithe, lighthearted enticing was not without its consequences. You should never have underestimated his attentions, or your own guile.""How- how can you say that?" her head felt light, as if she had been given strong wine, and she felt the warm pulsating energy in him that couldn't be reined in for very much longer. Not if she allowed him this close contact of lips, warm hands, long muscular legs that stole away all the strength of her own.

"I am only affirming the truth." Kyoya said coolly, then in a more serious tone he added,

"I had to show you how foolish you were, and I had to show you that even if you are indebted to Tamaki, there is someone else to whom you truly belong."

Haruhi held her breath, and he suddenly gripped her forcefully.

"I would have followed my plan and force you to come to me on your own, but today you were so indifferent I was furious. To see you standing there by the window tonight looking so distant and detached when I want you to burn- burn as I do, as I have always burned for you!"

At this declaration he kissed her hard, pressing their lips together relentlessly, and if their first kiss had felt passionate, this kiss left it far behind. All of the suppressed emotions and longing locked their bodies against each other with necessity, and with a surge of relief and ecstasy, ravishment and betrayal met in a mad-sweet fuse of danger and pleasure. Kyoya's touch was rough but his caresses softened when she responded, and he half whispered half moaned tender nothings in her ears as their lips parted. She was sure of nothing but the incredible wonder and warmth of his mouth…so unexpected, so sudden and yet so deliriously needed. Her arms were wrapped around him tightly, her fingers deep in his black hair, her lips parted and yielding to his penetrating kisses.

"I love you," he groaned, "Be mine. Don't ever let that idiot touch you again."

"Yes," she murmured, raising her beaming face to his. "I love you," she whispered, and clutched at his shoulders as if she couldn't be close enough to him. He gazed down deeply at her, deeper until with a gasp of shyness she tore her eyes away buried her face in his arms. His voice rumbled deep in the back of his throat like an animal, and she yielded her lips again to the flame of his kisses…burning, exciting, like the beast in his eyes.

I hate that last line, but I had to tie it back to the title or would make no sense. AND I'M DONE with my first multi-chapter story! Yay!

I'm thinking all three chapters were pretty good for being written between 11 at night to 1 in the morning. REVIEW?

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