The Search I

Mia shivered under my fingers when the paint brush slid along her slim back, circling around her adorable back dimples over to her beautiful tight ass.
A squeal escaped her mouth, followed by a giggle when I grabbed said bodypart roughly, imprinting the paint on her globes.
She looked like my own individual sculpture, all chaotic and perfect.

We were lying on the beach under the bright sky on grandpa Jonathan's private island when Mia pulled out tubes of colors and took off the skimpy black bikini she was wearing. To be fair, it barely covered anything.
She wanted me to draw on her but of course I needed to fuck her first.

For inspiration purposes.

It was hard to concentrate with her naked body under me first but there was something therapeutic and almost ethereal the way I was able to combine art with the most beautiful creation there was. It was like Paxiteles handed you the incredibly perfect statue of Aphrodite of Knidos and told you that you were allowed to play with it.

You knew you couldn't make it more perfect but you could own it with your own signature.
I got lost in the colors that were on Mia's body, mixing with the blue and puple marks that I left on it already prior the paint play. She was already a work of art for me but now she looked like a fucking piece of mine.
My very own muse.
My individual phenomenon.

I leaned over her, brushing her ponytail aside in order to reach her ear. I planted a soft kiss on her neck before whispering "Turn around mouse"

I watched how a shiver run down her back when she complied.
First she was thinking about how to turn around without messing the work but I needed her to feel free with it.

Only then it would look like how it was supposed to look. You can't plan art, it just happens!

She first got on her knees and stretched like a cat, making me hold my breath at the beauty.
Afterwards she leaned back slightly and sat on her knees when she was done and looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine with innocence and so much need that made my heart stop for a second.

She pointed with her eyes down her back, asking silently how it looked but I couldnt keep my eyes off her.
I've never been a strong believer, spirituality wasn't even close in my world.
Uncle Aiden taught me all I needed to believe in was myself. I was my own God.

But Mia made me believe in the unknown and high above. She made me religious in a way I couldn't understand. I couldn't fathom that such a beauty existed. She was godly.
Divine

Mia lifted her chin, one brow lifting questioningly when I didn't move.
I shook my head as if I was in trance and lifted my phone to make a picture of her back. I painted Van Goghs Starry night sky on her back with a twist of color, using more black, blue and purple because it mixed with the colors on her back and they were the colors she loved the most.

Before she could reach the phone to look at it though, I threw it to the side and crawled towards her. She made a whiny noise, her eyes following the phone, lip jutting out in an adorable pout.
„Later", I said and opened my arms when I stood right behind her. „Come to me first, Mia" I sounded vulnerable for some reason, as if I was scared that something would happen to her and I needed to feel her right now to know that she was alright.

I couldn't put a finger on the feeling.
Something seemed off and before my gut feeling proved me right I needed to prepare.
Mia looked up at me with her big doe eyes and turned fully towards me, her perfect tits pressing against my chest. She lifted her hand, softly brushing with her thumb between my eyebrows that made me realize only then that I had furrowed them.

She tilted her head and slowly wrapped her arms around my middle, putting her chin on my chest to look up at me.

Though Mia never spoke and only made noises when I wanted her to make them, she was a constant voice in my head. It was almost telepathic the way I understood her and heard her questions in my head, her worry, her curiosity. I've learned sign language first with the intention to understand my enemy, namely her, wanted to destroy her and kill her with her own weapons.

Today, I barely need her to sign anything out. A look of her is telling me already everything I want to know. The way she tugs on my shirt when she is uncomfortable in a crowded surrounding, telling me she needs some air, the way she links her pinky with mine when she promises me something that no one needs to know, when she kisses my jaw submissively, knowing that it calms me down when I was in rage or fury.

Everything she did was for me.
Only for my understanding.

It was like we were talking our own intimate language that no one understood.
I engulfed the pretty girl in front of me in my arms and relished in the feeling of her naked body against mine and the paint that was mixing in our embrace.

„I miss you", I said, kissing her temple.

I remembered how my Dad used to say it to my mum, whenever they were in their own bubble.

I never understood how he could miss someone who was alread in the room. who he was sharing a space with, a family, who was literally next to him right now.
It just didn't make any sense to me but it did now.

I missed Mia though she was close to me, though she was right in my arms.
I was going fucking nuts over this woman.

Mia drew a 2 on my back which was also part of our secret language.
Whenever she agreed with me, she lifted two fingers, tapped twice on a surface or drew a 2 on me.
She also didn't need me to explain an argument or my point of the view. As much as I understood her, she understood me as well.

Mia nodded in agreement by just looking me in the eyes. Tapped under the table on my knee in order to let me know that she was on the same page.
She was my personal little angel from hell, making me talk less and act more.

A faint buzz interrupted our little trancelike state and I couldn't help the tension of my own body.
Mia looked up at me in worry when I didn't move to the phone and so she crawled over to reach it.

I stood up, my shorts hanging low when I hovered over her, lifting her from her waist making her giggle.
I turned her and she slung her legs around my middle, pressing her perfect naked body against mine and I almost threw the phone in her hand into the ocean when it vibrated again.

Mia clung on me like a koala bear and shook the phone in front of me, urging me to pick up my twin brothers name on the screen. Brandon wouldn't call me if it wasn't urgent so it only added more anxiety to the bad feeling in my gut already.
I put a hand under Mias ass, groping it while steadying her on me at the same time as I took the phone and picked up.

"It better be urgent"

"Glyndon is gone"

Instantly my grip around Mia tightened , making her whine against me. I was holding her too strongly, hurting her, but I couldn't help myself.

"What do you mean? Gone where?"

I heard in the back some noises and a lot of banging, crushing.

"Where the hell are you? What is going on?"

Brandon was about to talk when my cousins voice echoed from the other side. He grabbed the phone from my brother.

"Vacation is over. The girls are missing. Every one of them. Creigh got a call from Annika's phone but it wasn't Annika. Her phone got stolen last night and some random drunk guy called. We called the other girls and can't reach them. We checked with the the hotel but the rooms are suposedly empty. They were last seen exiting the rooms but not coming back. We-"

Another crash in the back, Eli moved his head away from the phone to yell.

"Tell that motherfucker to stay fucking calm, we can't fly to Italy with him like this!"

Eli wasn't easily triggered. Yet he sounded like he was trying hard to control himself.

I was about to crush the phone in my hand, Mia was watching me closely as she could hear the phone call by being so close.
Her eyes were widened in worry.

"What's going on there?", I asked between my teeth, anger blinding my sight.

Eli sighed. "Nothing just -"

"Eli"

"Killian. He is the only one who received a last message from Glyndon"

"A last message? What did it say?"

"Landon just come-"

"What. Did. It. Say?" If Eli has been here I would've punched him right across the face for making me lose time and repeating myself when my sister was nowhere to be found.

I heard a rustling again and then that fucking bastard of Glyndon's boyfriends voice was heard on the other line.

"Flight goes in 1hour. We are going to pick you up so be ready. We are going for a killing spree"

And then he hung up.

Killian was a dark bloody bastard, who never lost control except for the time when my sister was beaten up years ago. He was ruthless and quiet yet cautious and smart, reminding me of uncle Aiden.

And though I hated it - he even reminded me of myself.

I also knew that he could never kill anyone because it would unleash something that no one would be able to control after. My sister was tipping his scale to sanity but without her...

Nikolai, his cousine, is someone who would lose control easily, trashing shit up and destroying his surrounding like a hurricane but not Killian.

So what the fuck did my sister send him that made him lose his shit?

What was going on?

I felt petite fingers on my favce when my vision focused on the girl still seated around my waist again.
Her big worried eyes crushed my soul and I couldn't help but sling my arms around her middle, pressing her tighter against me.

"Dont' you fucking dare leave my side, Muse", I whispered in her hair almost darkly.

I was torn between sending her home to safety and carrying her with me so I always knew that she was healthy and alive.

My gut feeling was right, there was a storm coming.
And it would be a heavy one.