Chapter 76
His eyes peered into mine as his cock worked tirelessly inside of me, it went in smoothly and out.
I moaned and whimpered when his thrust became fierce and so hard to resist. I couldn’t stifle a moan.
While I was at my highest climax, my eyes getting shut, and my body yearning for more of his touch within me, his voice snapped me out of my imagination.
“Stop moaning…” he caveated in a low whisper, but his voice was husky.
A shudder leaves me, and my hands tremble with the realization that I’ve disgraced myself in front of this mighty man.
Still finding his words hard to believe, I would ask to satisfy my curiosity to know if I had been moaning for the past few minutes.
“Moan?” I arched my brows at him, and when his gaze remained unblinking, staring through my soul, my hands searched for the cutlery and I dug them into the food on the plate.
I munched on a bite and hummed, before lifting my gaze to find his.
“As we were saying before, you mentioned about me moaning?” My eyes rolled upwardly to him, his gaze was focused on my fingers which forced me into an awkward position.
“You should not talk while eating.” He said, and I was embarrassed. “You’ll choke.” He added in a soft voice.
At his last words, I choked on my food and began to cough.
As I reached for the bottle of water, his fingers brushed mine away, and he uncorked the bottle, pouring the contents into a cup.
He extended the amber glass which was filled with water to me.
I coughed and was still staring into his eyes, he stood and brought the cup closer to my mouth.
“Open up.” He ordered and my mouth parted against my will.
I gulped down water down the back of my throat, his rough hand ran gently on my back, and I felt a sense of peace overwhelming me.
I narrowed my eyes away from him and had my gaze buried on the food.
I didn’t utter any more words as I ate slowly until I was done with my food.
“Next on our list is to follow me somewhere else.” My pussy clenched and wet at his tone, and his parted lips.
I stood while he walked after me, my legs were wobbling as I walked. I felt his gaze bore holes in my entire body which was driving me into an uncomfortable position.
Gosh! I couldn’t even hide my trepidations while I was at his side. Perhaps I stopped, and walked side to side with him?
My ankle sprained and I winced almost staggering but his hands were quick to wrap around my waist.
Our gaze got honed, and my cheeks flushed pink. Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, pursing my lips into a thin line as I tried to stand on my foot.
As a mafia princess, I think it would be better if I didn’t show my emotion or how stupid I am to him, my enemy, especially the killer of my father.
“You don’t have to force yourself to be who you aren’t. Feel free to act as childish as you want around me.” He said and walked past me to the car.
He stood by the door, his hands stuck in his pocket. Reflected light glimmered over his handsome face like beams of icy radiance.
He held his head high with pride, his profile spoke of power and ageless strength.
I wondered why he was standing and not entering the car.
My questions were answered, as he opened the door and gestured for me to get in.
I smiled into contentment, my heart thrumming against my chest.
The smile on my face faded when he entered the car sitting beside me, his side face I took into consideration and I almost ran my tongue on it.
How come I never noticed him this handsome?
How come I’m going to hand over this man to death?
Even though he had done a lot of bad things, and deserved to die, he deserved to die in the hands of a worthy killer and not Damien or Alex or those fools.
I darted my gaze away to the window to stare and suffered in silence.
I haven’t even handed him over to his enemy and the worm of guilt is eating deep into my mind, clouding my sense of reasoning.
The car came to an abrupt stop, and he was the first to come down. He extended towards me, I stylishly slipped my hands into his and gave my gaze lowered to my feet.
We walked, but from the corner of my eyes, I could see a snicker of a smile gracing the corner of his lips.
My brows creased into a perplexed state after seeing him smile.
What was the smile for?
I was going to ask where we heading, but the words died on my tongue the moment I saw International Cinema boldly written on the slab in front of a gigantic building.
“You didn’t tell me we were coming here,” I said ignoring the warning from my instinct that I might be ignored by him.
Just as my instincts had predicted I never got a response from him.
We sauntered into the building, and we were being ushered by the people around to walk towards the room where the movie theater was.
I seated right beside him, and not long after a steward arrived with a bottle of wine and popcorn to our side.
I accepted it, but his gaze was elsewhere.
I felt a momentary panic coursing through my mind as I searched for a plausible explanation as to why the room was empty and only filled with us.
Perhaps, he paid for everything and only wanted us to be alone.
“Choose a movie or I choose.” I was shaken at his sudden outspokenness.
Anxiety cooled my thoughts and I found myself glancing uneasily over my shoulders at him.
“Horror,” the words jumped out of my mouth without my permission.
Soon a movie was displayed, titled ‘Half in the Book.’
My thin fingers tensed in my thighs at the first scene and I felt his attention flickered to my side.
I became increasingly uneasy under his scrutiny, but I guessed his stare wasn’t stopping any moment from now.
“Ouch…” I screamed intentionally to check out his reactions, but his eyes were fixed on the screen with a serene expression.
“You’re wicked.” I tugged at his arms and his gaze slowly turned to mine.
A sneer marred his high-profile face. “Of course I am. You choose horror, how’s this my fault?”
“You could have acted so rosy and sweetly by holding my hands, and comforting me while I twitched in fear.” I poured.
I felt his breath fanning closer to my face, and his cross whisper in my ears. “The only way I would comfort you is,”
His hands slipped under my gown, running smoothly against the edges of my thighs and my pussy clenched.
“This,” he added.
“Hmm…” I drew in a breath and looked away hastily when his gaze had peered into my soul.
Even when I had looked away, his hands had not stopped massaging my thighs.
“Angie, you want to tell me something?” He asked and I found myself melting under his hypnotic voice.
What did I ever want to tell him?
“Oh,” I murmured inwardly as the words resonated in my ears. I was going to tell him about my fake brothers and Damien trying to kill him.
“Speak,” he ordered in a calm tone and a shuddering breath escalated from my lips.
“You have a lot of enemies, you should be careful.”
“I’ve always had.” He answered. “Maybe you be specific,”
A tense silence enveloped the room at his last words, and a World War Three was ongoing in my heart at the thought of me selling my brothers out to him.
“My family,” I paused.
His fingers grazed my chin and he lifted it such that my face was a few inches from his face.
His gaze stilled for a moment before his lips parted. “I killed your father and I know they would want to rebel against me, it’s understandable, but what isn’t understandable is you telling me your family secrets.”
“I-I” the words came out in a slur.
“You should always learn how to take some secret to your grave.” I felt impaled by his sharp words.
I swallowed a lump and persisted. “What if I’m just trying to save you?” I asked.
The silence grew tight with tension in the room. His pupils get darker and his words come out.
“And why would you want to save me, Angie, and not your brothers? Do you realize the implications of the words you’ve just told me?” His brows knotted. “I might kill all your brothers,” a warm excitement finds its way into my heart at the mention of killing them.
“Including Dara your dementia mother.”
My eyes rolled upward to hold his, and a strange surge of affection and panic coursed through my heart making me to be frightened.
Why do I feel sad at the idea of Losing Dara to death?
“You don’t want her dead?” He asked as his gaze pierced through my eyes.
There was no response from me and then his nose twitched. “Then don’t save me, unless you want to watch her in a pool of blood.”
“You don’t understand how close you are to your grave, Jack!” I said, feeling relieved as the words escaped my mind.
“So you want me to applaud you or give some flowers to you?” His words held a hint of sarcasm and that hurts me.
Why was he not taking my words so seriously?”
I stood up to leave and his sharp voice rang in the air.
“Sit down!”