The moment their lips grazed, Emily’s knees wanted to give up on her. He must have sensed her distress for her grabbed her waist, almost as if to steady her.
He kissed her expertly, and then coaxed her mouth open by licking at her bottom lip. Their tongues moved in a dance as old as time itself. A dance of feverish passion, of desperate lust…
She gasped an “Oh God!” against his lips, and he smirked at her. She moved her head back a little bit. He had the decency not to follow for more.
She opened her eyes to find him still savoring the kiss, it would seem, eyes closed, and a victorious smirk on.
“What did I do?” She muttered under her breath, the horror of what she just did finally catching up with her.
Wasn’t she supposed to keep her distance? What prompted her to ask him to kiss her?
His eyes snapped open, and she could swear they were red for a moment there. But then, he blinked and his usual gray orbs greeted her. “You followed your heart’s desire, dorogaya, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that,” he told her softly.
“I shouldn’t have,” she told him, closing off. “You’re… you, Theodore King, a powerful business man who probably played with women’s heart and bodies way too many times to count. And I am me, little inexperienced maid me.”
“Those women knew what they were getting into when they decided to throw themselves at me,” he told her calmly as if that explained everything.
It didn’t. It only served to annoy her some more. What was his type? She was sure she didn’t even fit his type. So why the sudden interest in someone like her? Did he really want to break her heart irrevocably? Did this player know no shame? Did his games know no bounds?
“Dorogaya,” his voice broke her out of her murderous rage.
And her ire turned into molten lava that threatened to consume her whole, especially with the way he looked at her. How could a man – player or not – affect her so?
“What are you thinking about?” He asked, sounding genuinely interested in knowing the answer.
“I’m thinking of the many ways I could use to murder you in your sleep,” she joked, not ready to give in to this tension between them – not again.
“Oh my,” he chuckled. “I never knew you to be so aggressive.”
She giggled along with him, his mood infectious. “You don’t know the last thing about me, Mr. King.”
“Theodore,” he said softly as he brushed a lock, that had fallen off her tight bun, away. At her puzzled look, he added, “Call me Theodore.”
“I can’t possibly…” she began her protest.
“You can and you will,” he assured her calmly. “I will claim you as mine as soon as the timing is right, dorogaya. And I’ll have you screaming my name, and nothing else.”
“But…”
He put his index finger over her lips, efficiently silencing her. He shook his head negatively at her. “Bad girls get punished, dorogaya.”
Her core weeped some more at the mention of a possible punishment.
“Yes s… Yes, The… Yes, Theodore,” she uttered the words he wanted out of her mouth, unable to refuse him any longer.
“Good girl,” he praised her softly before placing a soft peck on the top of her head, making her mind swim with what the future might hold for her – for them.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Theodore certainly hadn’t planned the kiss, but he didn’t regret it. Contrarily to his sweet little mate who feared for the future, who didn’t know his intentions, who was uncertain about her own feelings regarding him, he had a clear vision.
He wished for nothing more than to be by her side always. But she had yet to accept him as a lover properly, even though she was no longer fighting him at each and every turn.
Hell, why was she so hell-bent on resisting him anyway? Was it because of the rumors regarding him – being a player had its cons? Or was it because she hated the spotlight as she put it once before, and being with him was bound to make her the center of attention?
“Dorogaya,” he said softly, “I’m not going to ask you to invite me in, but know this, your days here are numbered.”
She frowned slightly at him. Then, her eyes widened slightly in fright, “Are you going to have me evicted out of my place?”
“Do you think so low of me?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
She blushed at that. He wondered if the blush traveled down her neck and breasts as well. And he had to mentally give himself a slap to snap out of the trance.
“Sorry, that was uncalled for,” she apologized. “But why would you say that if you don’t plan on making me homeless?”
“I’m not saying a word further,” he teased her.
She pouted at him, and it took all his willpower not to claim those lips anew.
What was she doing to him? She was turning him, Theodore King – Theos, the revered warrior – into a hormonal love-struck teenager!
And although this change in demeanor wasn’t something he had wished for when he first caught scent of her, he quite enjoyed the effect she had on him.
He was whipped, he realized that. And there was nothing and nobody with the ability to help him out of this mess. Hell and damnation, he didn’t want any help to begin with.
“Go, dorogaya,” he told her softly, as he tilted his head in the direction of the building. “Lest you want us to give these neighbors of yours a show to remember.”
She gasped at him in outrage, and her eyes narrowed on him, before his words sunk in and she looked around, noticing an old couple at their window, watching them with rapt attention.
“I hope you’re joking,” she mumbled as she was ready to go.
“I have never been much of an exhibitionist, dorogaya,” he reassured her sweetly.
“I hope so,” she said softly, her eyes twinkling with glee behind those thick glasses of hers.
His only response was to place a soft kiss on her forehead and then usher her off.
He waited until she disappeared from sight before leaving in his car as well.
Good god, she had him wrapped around her little finger! If she ever were to know the effect she had on him, he shall be in great trouble!