Chapter 48 Chapter Fourty Eight
CANDY’S POV
Have you ever wanted to be selfish? To choose yourself and your needs above reason and good judgment just because you know it’ll feel good and it’s what your body and soul craves? Have you ever wanted to throw caution to the wind and sink hopelessly into sin, into something forbidden but addictive just because you want it?
Well, that’s me right now.
I want Nikandr, I need him, I’m soaking wet between my legs from that kiss, my nipples aching for his touch but I can’t even though he’s just inches away from me because my baby sister is on the other end of my phone right now, hysterical and panicked because she’s supposed to be getting officially engaged to this same man tonight, right now and he’s nowhere to be found.
“Where are you though? You’re not here either. What is it with everyone fucking abandoning me?” She continues, her tone switching into this self absorbed whine that hurts my ear, all the niceties seeping out from her voice to give way to her sometimes obnoxious and entitled self. The version of her that’s been making a regular appearance since Nikandr walked back into our lives as Kingston Cobb.
“New York.” I say quietly, bracing myself for her outrage.
“I had a work thing and I had no idea today was your engagement.” I glare pointedly at Nikandr who is now smoking another cigar while watching me right back like some kind of meal he can’t wait to devour as I struggle to find the right words to defend his absence for my sister’s sake.
“You stopped taking my calls how was I supposed to tell you?”
“Because each one only came to accompany your endless texts telling me what a selfish, God awful sister I am for not supporting this insanity. I don’t recognize you anymore.” I pinch the bridge of my nose to keep from saying anything that’ll piss her royal highness off any more than I already have and God is it hard but it’s her day and she’s having a hard time already because of me.
“This is exactly why I didn’t invite you because all you’ll do is make everything about you. You berate me, fight my decisions and yes you’re the most condescending person I know right now.. You’re exhausting Candy.”
Her words pierce through my chest and lodge like a red hot piece of metal in my heart. I try to find the right words to answer her but nothing comes to mind.
“You know what, thanks for nothing, sister, I’ll keep calling him until he shows up, enjoy New York.”
The line goes dead after she spits that out and I’m not sure how long but I just stand there holding the phone to my ear, wondering if maybe my dad is the one in her head, making her do all these things just to get back at me for not being his perfect little puppet.
Instead of the onrush of hurt and tears that I was expecting, prepared to deal with all of its familiarities, I feel this anger and resentment bubbling in my guts, corrupting everything they touch.
Blind with that spicy cocktail of emotions, I toss my phone in the general direction of the bed, not giving a fucking care in the world right now where exactly it lands, my steps pushing me towards the sole cause of all this. Well, he and my dad both but he’s the only one I want to fuck and kill at the same time.
I stop just shy of pressing myself against him, smoke and all, raw hunger and anger licking at my blood like molten lava.
“Peach was just asking for you.” I graciously inform him, yanking him down by the lapel of his shirt like a disobedient child, my voice cold and menacing even to my own ears.
He stares strangely at me, trying to gauge my reaction to the information I just received from my sister but I bet that will be difficult because I have no idea what I’m doing right now.
The regular me is willingly taking a backseat seat , watching in excitement like an out of body experience while this vexed, bitch version says fuck it, taking control and doing what she damn well pleases.
She met him first, fucked him first and fell for this personified notoriety first, why does Peach get to wear his ring and be his out of the blues.
And why is he here if he can’t wait to belong to her? Not that I care but let it bloody make sense.
“Says my dad is throwing her this huge party. Turns out she’s getting engaged to some douchebag that couldn’t even be bothered to show up to his own engagement party.”
He smirks lightly, catching on immediately to the timing I’m on.
His smouldering eyes holds me captive as my fingers furiously work his buttons open to reveal his perfectly toned muscles, tanned to perfection and skin that smells just like him.
“He deserves to be punished.” He breathes roughly against my ear, fighting against touching me without permission. I can almost taste his urge to pull me against him like he did before my phone interrupted and it’s almost intoxicating knowing he won’t do it unless I say so.
I pull the shirt off him like my anger is directed at it until it’s just his wrists caught in the end of the buttoned sleeves and he lets me, then I circle to his back and tie his hands using the shirt.
Dragging him with me by the knot on his hands, I take him over to the crazy sofa sitting in the corner of the room and push him down on it, anchoring the knot over its curve to keep him the way I want him.
Normal, everyday Candy would never dare but whatever this is Peach forged in the pit of her hatred gives zero fucks.
“I’ll be on my fucking knees if that’s what you want.” He groans, his eyes going over me impatiently like hands as I drop on my knees between his thighs, undoing his hand crafted belt with buckles that look oddly like real gold, dropping it with a heavy thud.
His pants go next but I leave his briefs on before getting back on my feet, taking off my clothes piece by piece, enjoying his lust darkened, stormy eyes hungrily feeding on me, his thick cock begging to be freed from the restraints of the briefs caging it.
Good, we’re going nice and slow and at my mercy this time, just the way he hates it.