chapter nine,     make them hear us
|tw: violence|

e v e l y n & t o m

"I WILL RECRUIT IGOR KRAKOV. AND AFTER I AM DONE GRASPING HIS POWER - YOU CAN MURDER HIM."

     Evelyn's eyes lit up, was it delight or wickedness? She didn't know herself. She pushed her tongue against her cheek, tilting her head softly as if she was trying to look if he was serious.

     He was.

"Why on Earth would you think that this plan delights me?" Evelyn finally asked.

"Didn't you just fantasise about killing him just a few moments ago? Oh, Evelyn... Don't tell me it didn't make you feel delightful," Tom teased her, knowing exactly how his words made her feel.

"Killing Igor excites me enough. Seeing him again, being near him for God knows how long until you do whatever you want to do him; not so much." Evelyn admitted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If you think for a second that I would let him hurt you—" Tom started, but she loudly scoffed, intervening.

"You would let him hurt me," the woman pointed out as she was right. Wasn't she forced down to gulp a Veritaserum and tied to a chair just a few days ago?

Tom chuckled, tilting his head slightly down. Even he had to admit that the way she saw through him made him feel irritated, however, the thought of another man hurting her was not acceptable. Even for him.

"Darling," he started, leaning away from the table and pushing the strand of her hair behind her left ear as he pushed his hand to the side of her head, gripping it, "I desire to hurt you." Their eyes met and just starting into the brown of her eyes made him shiver. Pretty, pretty eyes would look perfect teary and begging. "But I would not let him touch you or any man for that matter."

"Awh, Tom, your feelings are showing," she softly murmured, the gaze of her unchanged - doubtful, while staring into his dark soul, or whatever was left of it. "Why wouldn't you let him touch me?"

"From the moment I saw you, you became mine. My little, pretty possession. Why should I let any other men touch you or even hurt you?" Tom asked, his voice distant, far from sincere, but she knew he was saying the truth.

The way he said that she was his made her shiver in pleasant ways. Of course, she despised being labelled as someone's, however the way his eyes lit up with murderous desires and the way he clung onto her touch or the desire to touch her only told that she meant something more to him. Sure, he had many possessions - yet, he has never had anyone like her.

"I know you are obsessed with me, Tom," she informed, making him gently run his thumb over her cheek feeling the softness of her skin. His nostrils were slightly flared as he was bathing in the blood orange perfume of hers and the silkiness of her silenced voice. "I know you want me as yours, so why not admit it? Just say you want me."

"You are ahead of yourself," he immediately disagreed as he didn't want her to be something more of a possession. A lie! He wanted her to be his, but he would never admit this kind of weakness.

"Then you won't mind me going back to Nott. Who knew that such a silent, lovely guy was holding so much passion, hm?" Evelyn was lying without blinking and the way his eyebrows slightly furrowed only meant - he bought everything she told him.

     "He is weak," he announced, making Evelyn chuckle as she moved away from his touch, turning her back on him.

"He knows how to make a woman feel good," she softly exclaimed, the wickedness only burning in her chest. Oh, if Tom would only want her as a little shiny toy, he wouldn't care now.

"You are lying," he simply said as his eyes were fixed on her silhouette, noting the curves of her body. She must be lying or else Nott will end up dead.

"Am I?" Evelyn turned to him, leaning on the table with her thighs, making him come closer to her as she grabbed his wrist, pushing it to her waist.

His jaw clenched from the impact with her skin, his hand slightly gripping to the curve of her waist, fuming inside that Nott touched what was his.

"What a shame you spent a night with such a weakling," he admitted, thinking of the way how Nott must've heard her sweet little moans. God, he should have just killed him as soon as he saw Evelyn leaving his room.

"Are you insisting to make me feel better?" Evelyn murmured, her eyes slightly widening in a seductive way, making his Adam's apple move down and up as she looked really, really fuckable.

"I could make you forget everything apart from my name, darling. I could fuck you day and night until you would beg me to stop," his hand moved up from her waist to her neck, stroking her jawline of hers gently, "I wouldn't stop... I would do anything to look at your wide, needy eyes over and over again."

The low notes of his voice made her feel warm, really warm, almost wanting to move in her spot. She got what she wanted— she knew he craved her more than he was admitting and on the top side, getting fucked into tomorrow was a lovely plan she would like to explore.

Evelyn's fingers gently curled up between his belt loops, the leather of his belt cold against her skin as she just pulled him closer. Her eyes didn't leave his, wide and needy, they stared into the blue of his eyes that seemed to darken in this shadowed room.

     "Don't you think I have been told that? Touched like that?" Evelyn asked, gripping his wrist again and dropping it to her breasts, down to her waist and to her thighs, "By him, too?" Within the words, she pushed his hand underneath her skirt gently as if she was showing him where Nott touched her.

     At this point, Tom didn't even care if this was the truth or not. The urge to kill Nott and fuck her raw was overflowing in his chest. He didn't like the way she was talking about Nott, how seductive the undertones of her voice were and how invitingly soft her skin was.

Uh-oh.

Tom looked marvellous with that killer look of his. His lips were pressed together, eyebrows slightly furrowed as that vein in his neck popped out, showing that he was furious.

    "Kiss me," she demanded and his lips crashed into her as if he was waiting for her invitation. With tilted heads to the different sides, bodies pushed closer and lips greedily met each other. Passionately, their lips moved in sync, their bodies heating up at the moment.

     That was the moment when they both realised they were each other's antidotes.

     As soon as Evelyn wrapped her hands around his neck, not letting him pull back as she pressed her abdomen to his crotch, receiving the long-awaited foreign grunt out of his throat, meeting her lips that made her suppress a moan. That only encouraged him to wrap her hands around her waist and pushed her up on the table as he stood between her legs.

    Out of the breath, their noses touched, something animalistic growing in both inside of them as they were so close to each other, lips twitching with delight as he pushed one of his hands to her inner thigh to meet the panties of hers that were getting drenched within seconds.

    The victorious smirk showed on his lips, before he pecked her lips, placing his lips one more time on her jawline. His hands didn't hesitate and moved to her thighs, gently massaging them as she moved gently forward and back from the impact with his hand, making him grip her thighs and hold her in place. What a needy, pretty woman she was.

Suddenly, they both heard a loud creak of the wooden floor in the hallway and from Tom's little, frustrated sigh on her neck she knew that it was one of the Order members that was there to capture them.

The man moved his head away from her neck, mouth-watering just from the sight of her— so needy, so whiny of the thought of being left untouched. But duty in this case came first.

The steps in the hallways only got closer to the door and Evelyn's breath hitched with the adrenaline and lust that was mixing in her veins she quickly, with a huge amount of force pushed Tom away from her that he moved a few good meters from her before the door blasted open and a bright light was pushed inside.

A loud crash occupied the lust in the room, creating a huge pile of dust to rise in the air as Evelyn quickly moved off the table and back to the wall as her head turned to a woman that was standing at the doorway. Without any hesitation, the woman pushed her wand at Evelyn and with a witted twirl another source of light pushed towards the red-haired witch, but it only made Evelyn move to the side and duck down. The hit of the crash made her feel disoriented, but she was untouched before Tom Riddle took his opportunity and graciously grabbed the intruder from behind, locking her hands with one of his behind her as the other grasped her neck.

The piece of wood, the beloved wand of the wizards dropped on the floor as if it wasn't a deadly weapon and Evelyn exhaled loudly, watching the way Tom was holding the short woman in his grip almost mercilessly. With the back of his foot, he smashed the door closed (that was still somehow intact) and Evelyn took the wand and broke it in half, watching how a cloudy smoke left it.

The clinging heels of Evelyn's walked closer to the intruder that was captured and just within one movement of her hand, Evelyn shut her up with just a bit of magic. Finally! Her magic was back and only after breaking this one stick.

Evelyn only silenced the intruder so that she could look at her better. No! Look at the way Tom's hand was choking the life out of her slowly, slowly... Oh, so slow!

Tom noticed the way his woman's eyes were on his hands, her lips puffed out as her hair was slightly dishevelled from the minor explosions. Unbelievably beautiful—that's what she was.

"Decisions, decisions," Evelyn softly murmured as she rolled those two pieces of wood in her hands. "Dorogoy, you told me we shouldn't kill them," Evelyn looked down at the short woman that was crying without a sound— her eyes were pleading, so pleading and if she could say something... Oh, she would scream for help.

Ignoring the way the intruder was shaking in front of him, the way her soul was leaving her body, instead, he focused on Evelyn. "Show me what you are made of, darling." His voice was low, craving to see her murder someone in person. Could she really be as cruel as him, if not worse?

The red-haired woman's lips twisted into a wicked smile as she gripped the two sticks in her hands tighter, pushing her shoulders down and showing her perfect stance as a leader, of a woman who knew her worth. "Violence, Tom, only violence."

Within these words she pushed those ends of the wand into the temples of the woman, digging deep into her skin creating a loud squelch from the ripping skin and muscles until she heard a satisfying pop of the wood breaking inside of her brain.

Blood spilt on both of the killers and as soon as Tom released the woman from his grip, she dropped lifeless on the floor and he didn't even look at her once. With a surprised gaze, that soon turned into a satisfied one he watched the murderer that didn't even flinch once while doing her wicked act.

Oh, Tom Riddle was more than in love with Evelyn Hawthrone-Orlova. He was absolutely obsessed with her! And if there was one thing that he found out today that loving her— a psychopath, maybe even worse than him was worth it. He will make it worth it.

"Satisfied?" Evelyn murmured, ignoring the blood on her sleeves as she let out an exhausted huff.

"Very." Tom pushed the dead body away from them and he stepped forward and grasped Evelyn's face, cupping it and just looking at her.

     Thoughts were flowing in and out of his head faster than normally. Her warm, brown eyes were not helping him concentrate as of course, he was thinking only about her. All this, the dead body beside them, the adrenaline that both of them shared—it made him believe that what she said about Amortentia, about his ability to love her and only her was true.

     Why waste time to second think about his feelings for her if he can conquer the world? And judging by the fact, by the methods of her murder— she will be a valuable asset to him.

     Something inside of him told him that she was worth it. She was worth the destruction of his beliefs.

Author's Note:

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—m.n