Aurora’s POV
I shifted uncomfortably on the bed glaring at the smug grin which was plastered on his face. Why on earth did he think I’d be comfortable sharing a bed with him? Though the thought of being with him throughout the night was unsettling, I still wanted to know how it would feel.
“Since you’re so interested in sharing the bed then I’d lay on the couch. It looks soft and cozy enough,” I smirked and then he took off his shirt.
He was left on a white vest and I looked away, not wanting to imagine how his chest would look.
“Don’t be so shy, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” He teased slyly, “Or haven’t you seen enough bare chests?
“I don’t derive joy in seeing that. It doesn’t interest me,” I replied curtly, got up from the bed and limped with a wince towards the bathroom.
“Are you sure you can bathe on your own?” He raised his brows.
“I’m slightly injured, not crippled. Sure, I can take care of my issues.” I huffed then stopped with a crazy idea flashing in my head. “Can you help me with the zip?” I asked, lowering my lashes on purpose.
He nodded and took off his vest, revealing his broad chest. My eyes settled on his dark perky nipples and I had the urge to caress and know how it would feel against my fingers.
“Like what you see?” He smirked and I swallowed as he moved fluidly towards me.
For a moment, I felt like changing my mind about my zipper. “Just get it off, please.” I whispered, my breathing becoming uneven with each step he took.
How could I take revenge when he could seduce me with just a part of his body?
“I will, but you seem nervous which goes against the words you said to me earlier.” He said and tucked my hair slowly to my shoulder.
He pulled the zip slowly till it got to my waistline and he let his hand linger. I shivered at his touch while he lowered his lips to my neck which was burning hot in anticipation. My will to stay away from him was withering with each touch he placed.
“Matteo…” I moaned and reached for his strong hands.
“You want more,” His voice was raspy with overwhelming desire, but I couldn’t lose track of myself, not when I had a goal to achieve.
I freed my finger from his palm and put a distance between us. “Thank you,” I muttered after clearing my throat and headed for the bathroom, shutting the door behind me with my heart pounding hard against my chest.
If it was that hard to withstand his touch then I wondered what I’d feel when we laid beside each other.
I scrubbed my skin hard, hoping that I’d forget everything that happened earlier, but it stuck in my mind like glue. I turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around my body.
“You wasted a lot of time, did you succeed in cleaning my scent off you.” He snickered and stalked past me into the bathroom.
I sighed and lowered myself on the bed and covered myself with the sheets. Why did it feel like it was my wedding night?
The door swung open causing me to shut my eyes and listened for his movements. The bed dipped later on and then he pulled closer to me.
“It would be easier for you to sleep if you stop pretending like you are actually sleeping.” He said and turned off the lights.
My eyes fluttered open and I peered at him with a fake glare. “I need to sleep. I’m tired and we’ve had a long day, besides you’re the one that suggested that I rest so that my legs would heal.”
He sat up and turned on the light. “Speaking of your legs, I think I saw a first aid kit in the bathroom. It should contain a balm,” He said and got to his feet.
I raised my brows, getting up as well. “You can’t massage me, I’ll be fine don’t worry,” I assured him but he didn’t listen as he had already dashed to the bathroom.
I tightened the towel around my chest, waiting for him. He returned with a little bottle that he was trying to open. I used the opportunity to check him out properly and my eyes rested on his shorts which didn’t hide the length of his phallus.
“Stretch your leg and place it on my thighs,” He instructed and I obeyed without arguing.
During moments like this, I got to see how kind even though he masked it with violence and tried to make everyone see how dark and ruthless he was.
He circled his thumb firmly on my big toe with the balm and pressed it hard which elicited a scream from my lips. He gazed at me, his eyes tender as he patted my shoulder gently.
“It won’t hurt after this.” He said and pressed it hard again.
I nearly screamed because of the intensity of the pain, but I held it back, not wanting to feel vulnerable in front of him. He pushed my leg gently and dropped the balm on the table beside the bottle of chardonnay.
“Thank you for doing this even though it was hard for you.” I said, propping my hands backward against the bed.
“It’s hard, true, but not when it comes to you.” He replied.
A blush rose up my cheeks and I couldn’t hold it back. If this was a part of the challenge, then he had succeeded in creating a crack.
I looked around and realised that our suite had a moderate sized kitchen in it.
“Since none of us are ready to sleep, why don’t we have a drink.” I suggested and held the chardonnay.
“Alright. We’ll drink and play games,” He said, his voice laced with excitement.
I jerked up, dropping the drink and my towel came loose. My upper cleavage was already in view so l turned around and covered myself properly.
“That was one hell of a view,” He smirked and I glowered, filled with embarrassment. “Don’t worry, I didn’t see too much.”
“I’m very sure that you are happy with how close you are to winning your challenge.”
“Am I?” He replied and I took some steps backward, averting his touch but he was bigger than me which put me at less advantage.
I couldn’t answer his question as I missed my step and landed on the bed with my back while he hovered over me.
He shut his eyes and closed the distance between us, his bulge pressing my stomach. “I want to kiss you.” He said.