I woke up about 10 am the next morning and the first thing that struck me was my now tarnished pride. It’s been three days, THREE straight days since we’ve been chained to this room and fucking like bunnies –as Kenley annoyingly puts it– and I’m pretty ashamed to announce that I’ve literally had the best time of my fucking life!
Again and again, I have stooped low, very low. If father found out about this, I don’t think I’d ever be able to face him again…. or even mom… or anybody for that matter! Fucking with the enemy? That’s not usually my style. It has never been.
But seeing how this all played out, I’m sure it will be… at least for now.
I can’t explain how nor why, but I don’t think I can seriously have this good of a guy around me and not want to jump him. It’s almost impossible…. well it is impossible in my case. I’d say I did pretty good lasting for so long against his wretched ways. I doubt any other woman would’ve resisted this long.
And no, I’m NOT trying to justify myself, I’m trying to make myself feel better… if there’s even a difference.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking, pretty hard actually… And to put it simply, what we both need is a nice sex partner, right? Thus, I’ve come to the conclusion that all we have to do is fulfil each other’s needs (strictly no strings attached) and wallah! It’s a win win for the both of us.
Convenient right? Yeah, I think so too.
Though on a serious note, I’ve never felt so attracted to a guy before. And neither have I been so needy for sex. I’ve been a sex addict practically all my life but this is way beyond what I’ve ever done. You could say I’ve levelled up from a sex-addict to a nymphomaniac. Maybe it’s some sort of sex syndrome? Or maybe he used something when we met… you know like drugs? What if he drugged me that night without me noticing? Or some kind of shit he got from the black market or wherever. Or maybe–
Ah shut the fuck up Clara! What the hell are you even saying?! Drugs? I wasn’t even intoxicated that night! I knew exactly what I was doing! If anything, it is my greed that caused this long line of bad luck in my life. Kasan wasn’t even getting much attention at the club even though he’s hot as hell. I should’ve put two and two together.
I’m so stupid!
I frustratedly dug my fingers into my hair, wincing when pain erupted at my scalp. That hurts like fuck! To think I actually find it pleasurable when he does it!
“I’m so fucking annoyed!” Angrily blowing my messy hair out of my face, I pulled the duvet off my naked body and began sliding off the king-sized bed. I really need a shower and I was just about ready to take one if it weren’t for the hand that wrapped around my waist from behind. I groaned beneath Kasan’s taut hold.
His hands has the weight of a freaking elephant!
“Can you atleast try not exert so much needless energy?” I looked back at him, scowling when I saw the elated look he carried on his face. It’s pretty annoying to admit, but I must say that his beauty is incomparable…. even now. Why does he have to be so handsome?….. and badass?
“I thought you liked the pain, you know… the masochist style?” He grinned, twiddling his eyebrows. In less than a second, he used his arm to roll me over so I was laying on top of him while his other hand stayed stuffed beneath his head. His frazzled hair sexily scattered in all directions and his beautiful ebony eyes gave me absolute full attention.
“Stop assuming things.” I pressed my hands against his chest as I tried to push my way off him. “And when did we get so chummy? Get the hell off me!”
“You’re the one who’s on top of me.” He intentionally tightened his hold to irritate me, continuing to grin like the idiot he is. “Haven’t you finally understood that we need to work together?… you know…” He gave me a suggestive look. “… to keep each other satisfied.”
My frown deepened at that and my writhes came to a complete halt. I hate the way he said that as if it’s no big deal…. while at the same time, still loving the fact that we have the same exact thought.
I seriously don’t know what’s wrong with my head. I need a fucking brain scan!
“Don’t rub it in. It’s annoying.”
“It wasn’t so hard was it?” He bragged. “…. to give yourself over to me body and soul.”
“There’s only sex between us.” I corrected quickly, scrunching up my face as I gave him a look. “Nothing more, nothing less. I still don’t and will never see myself as your possession or anything like that. I belong to me.”
At that, he frowned, much like a few days ago when I said something I shouldn’t have. This time though, I have no idea which part of what I said could potentially anger a Mafia boss. Maybe I tarnished pride?
I mean, he did go through a whole heap of ‘bargaining’ just to get me here and now, I’m declining being his despite the fact that that is exactly what we agreed on. Anyhow, that’s his problem. He should’ve brought one of those chicks on sale at the club if he wanted an obedient dog. I’m definitely not it.
“What?” I rose a brow. “Why the change of moods?”
Sluggishly stuffing a pillow under his head, he removed his hand and redirected it to my waist, entwining it with the other along the center of my back. “You think this is all about sex?” He asked, the austerity in his tone slamming the air right out of my lungs.
What is he even saying?
“Is it not? Then why did you force me to come here?”
“Because you’re mine.”
“So you’re implying that this is not all about sex?” I held his gaze as disbelief swarmed my eyes. “I find that very hard to believe.”
“Then would you like me to prove it?”
I shook my head instantly. “Not at a-”
Before I could finish my sentence, a pair of lips covered my own. My skin filled with sparks of heat upon contact. I was more than ready for him to slip his tongue into my mouth and kiss the life out of me, but the slowness of his movements were all it took for me to devise that this kiss was quite different from the usual…. not at all driven by lust. It was just a simple kiss, a passionate one.
His teeth grabbed my bottom lip in its hold, biting down on it lightly before he pulled back, flopping down onto the pillow with a huge out-of-nowhere smile on his lips.
In a daze, I ran my fingers lightly over my bottom lip whilst I slowly swept my gaze across his lush devils that had just taken my breath away. “Is that the crappy way you prove it?” I asked softly.
“No, that was just me giving in to my urges. I have other methods of proving that to you. Rest assured, Princess… I’ll sweep you off your feet.”