Adam’s words hung in the air, laden with an unspoken challenge, a line drawn in the sand. The gravity of his ultimatum reverberated through the silence, sending a jolt of apprehension coursing through me.
Conflicting emotions surged within me-fear, uncertainty, and a tinge of indignation at the sudden intensity of the situation. His unexpected proposition caught me off guard, my thoughts spiraling in disarray as I grappled with the significance of his words.
He would kiss me?
Caught between the walls of silence and the impending threat of an unwanted advance, I stood frozen, my mind racing with a tumult of emotions. The weight of his demand bore down on me, a choice looming between breaking my silence or facing an unwelcome gesture.
He wouldn’t dare!
Ignoring my blaring alarming bells, I scoffed, and tried to get away from him-wondering later why I had done this, if maybe a little part of me had wanted him to rise to his challenge.
Adam effortlessly drew me back with just one hand into his arms, and before I could say Jack, lowered his lips on mine.
It was a mere brushing of lips, but it was enough for me to jerk away from him, not far enough since he held me out with his other hand.
“Are you stupid?!!!” I screamed, cleaning my mouth wildly, feeling my eyes begin to wet. What had just happened?
“Hey, chill. It wasn’t even a kiss.” He countered, a smirk on his lips. I amused him. I hated it. I hated that I amused him. I hated him.
Did I really?
The mere brush of his lips had set my nerves up and moving again. It seemed my body hadn’t forgotten. My mind would have to take charge then.
“But if you don’t answer my questions, it will be a full kiss.” He added, tightening his hold on me.
I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t taken the extra dose of pills. I would’ve probably fainted.
Like now I felt sick. I felt like vomiting, feeling his hands around me, the hands of my tormentor, yet I had a strong hold on these right feelings.
He brushed his lips on mine again, as an afterthought, if the look on his eyes could pass for anything.
And I sighed, exasperatedly mind you.
He bit my lips, and I held myself from stomping on his foot, even as my nerves began again at the unexpected act. Shouldn’t he be asking questions?
He raised his head and peered down at me. I unflinchingly met his gaze, aware of the fraying in my belly. Traitor flesh!
Adam’s daring move lingered in the air, an enigma that beckoned introspection.
I found myself questioning the authenticity of that fleeting gesture, oscillating between doubt and a quiet acknowledgment. The undeniable truth was evident-he was confused yet daring. His audacious nature, the very essence of the daredevil he embodied, had surfaced in that unexpected kiss. But amidst my contemplation, a flicker of hope emerged, hoping it wasn’t merely a thrill-seeking impulse for him.
A flicker I wet down with my mind. When would I learn?
“Will you answer my questions now?” He asked, his voice raspy, lower than it was before, deeper, sexier.
Already it was sending chills to the lower part of myself. The bastard knew what his voice could do to a woman.
“Yes.”
I resolved to answer his questions, my voice veiled with a conscious attempt to conceal my identity. A feeble hope lingered that he wouldn’t recognize the subtle nuances, the cadence of my voice that betrayed the depth of emotions I grappled with.
To my relief, he didn’t discern the familiarity in my voice, nor did he show any indication of his knowledge of my rapture with his voice.
“Good. Who are you?” He asked, his hand loosening around my back, falling lower to my waist. The touch was tender, sending a tremor of emotion through me.
His gesture, though seemingly innocent, held a weight of its own. It was a silent reassurance, a subtle acknowledgment that transcended our veiled interaction. In that fleeting touch, I sensed a silent understanding, an unspoken agreement that resonated in the palpable connection between our intertwined hands.
He thought he had gotten past my defenses.
Good, let him think that. It would make the revenge sweeter in the long run. He wouldn’t see it coming.
Yet I still marveled at the irony of the situation-an accidental encounter, an unanticipated kiss, and now, a simple touch that spoke volumes.
It only heightened his ruthlessness. He had two women inside, and here he was, outside, with another, hoping he could bed her before sunrise.
Oh, if only he knew!
“My name is Dora. I’m a distant relative of the community’s doctor, Laura. I and her little daughter are distant cousins.” I answered, giving myself a pat in the back for a lie well fabricated.
“I see. Why did you leave the community?”
“I wanted to see the world.” I shifted on my feet now, feeling hot in his arms. The fan of his breath on my cheek was making me sick and flush at the same time. “That’s all you are getting from me, stranger.”
Adam chuckled.
He lifted his hand, and traced my the contours of my mask, and for my heart beat leaped past a hundred fiddles.
“Don’t worry Dora. I won’t take off your mask unless you want me to. Although I have to admit, I am curious. You are intriguing. A breath of fresh air from the usual.”
I wanted to snort, but I kept mute, not trusting myself to knead him in his balls.
A breath of fresh air? That’s the same phrase he had used on me, before he had me writhing on his sheets.
god! How he must have laughed at the PlayToy, while pounding into me! How he must have mocked me behind my back!
I was an idiot.
I was more stupid for staying here.
“I think it’s time for me to go, stranger. Let me be.”
“I will. But you won’t ask for my name?” He inquired, his hands falling away from my waist reluctantly.
“Not at all. It isn’t necessary.” I answered, taking two steps away from him, my face stilling in anger behind my mask.
“Why?”
“You see, I’m not interested in shit. That’s why.”