Chapter 34 Want Something To Him
Sarah
When Shawn handled the situation so gracefully, he showed no sign of discomfort the entire time, and I didn't pay much attention. When had I gotten hurt without his noticing?
I watched him rise quickly, a feeling of guilt overwhelming me.
“It hurts, didn't you tell me before? Just trying to look cool! give me some ointment. It's my fault, and because of it, you got a little hurt." Shawn was holding my hand worriedly.
I carried the ointment upstairs and saw Shawn was sitting in his bedroom, typing away at the keyboard, too busy to even glance at me.
I stood next to him, bored, completely silent except for the sound of my breathing.
The typing finally stopped. "Do you need anything?"
I immediately handed over the ointment. "I brought this for you, applied it on my injury."
Shawn fell silent, slowly removing his hands from the keyboard.
He narrowed his deep eyes, studying the hesitation and worry in me, and remained silent for a long moment.
I decided not to step into this minefield and expose him: "I'll be right out, I won't disturb you while you work."
"Wait." He said.
"Do you think I sprained my ankle?" There was a hint of mockery in my voice, as if it were a rhetorical question, and I wasn't sure.
"I don't know."
I glanced at the medicine still lying on the table, noticing that he didn't seem to be planning to take it. "I just brought it for you." My answer was deliberately ambiguous, avoiding a direct answer.
He took the medicine bottle, his gaze fixed on me.
My hair was slightly disheveled, giving me a somewhat unkempt appearance. My expression seemed calm, but my eyes gave me away, revealing my worry.
"Your worries are unfounded," he began slowly. "Cassie will be fine."
"Really?" My eyes lit up, and I looked at him eagerly. "Thank you, no matter what."
Shawn froze, playing with the medicine bottle in his hand. "Don't thank me, it's none of my business." His words were cold, but the spark of gratitude in my heart didn't fade.
"If everything is alright, I'll go first."
"Wait!" His tone grew heavier, and then there was a click as the medicine bottle was placed back on the table.
"You have one day to get rid of the bruise on your wrist," he said icily. "I remind you for the last time: I paid good money, and I don't like it when anyone touches what's mine. Not a single hair is to be lost from your head during this time without my permission."
I had just felt someone's touch, and now had to restrain myself from gritting my teeth at his commanding tone. I was a person, not an object!
"Take the medicine!"
"Yes, Mr. Romano!" I said decisively, took the medicine bottle, and walked out, ignoring the piercing gaze fixed on me from behind.
Oh, my!
It's not every day you meet a real fucking asshole billionaire in person, let alone exchange a few words with him. He's the spitting image of the Forbes list leader. That dangerously beautiful face. And his gaze is wild, predatory.
His black eyes, like those of a golden eagle spotting prey, narrow, burning me to ashes.
Why is he looking at me so dangerously?
As if... he wants to devour me.
"Please, Shawn," I remind him, blushing, but he's in no hurry. He's still studying me with the same hunger and command.
My hands are starting to shake, and the medicine is shaking along with them. I'm trying to be polite and smiling, but my heart is pounding like a rabbit's with excitement.
"Very funny, my dear," Shawn finally comes to life. It's like an iceberg. Cold, frosty. It cuts right to the bone, turning my insides to ice.
The billionaire grins wickedly, licking his lips. Then, abruptly and brazenly, he knocks my cap off my head. My thick hair falls over my shoulders, and I gasp, trembling with indignation.
I'm grabbed sharply by the shoulders and yanked into the bedroom. The medicine falls from my hands, and shock overwhelms me. Shawn so brazenly violates our personal space, yanking me toward him, pressing me against his exquisite torso.
The scoundrel's robe slides off his shoulder, revealing it, and I swallow my own tongue. This looks too sexy... His gorgeous, toned body, slightly damp from the shower, as well as his hair, carelessly falling over his eyes, make me blush.
I accidentally glance down. My cheeks flush! The silk robe clings to the sizable bulge in my groin. Is he aroused? And he has a very large organ. It's as if he's put something in there. A banana, for example. A chill runs down my spine.
"Well, I'll play along, my dear!" Hot fingers catch my chin, squeezing it tightly. “Damn it, that's unusual! I like the idea!”
“No, what are you saying! Take your hands off me!” I try to break free, but he's like a rock.
He leans even lower, his spicy, hot breath, with a hint of mint and alcohol, burning my already red face. His languid exhalation scorches my lips… which he's now staring at so hungrily.
“Great game, baby! Spicy! Great idea, bringing ointment, you want me. Were you trying to play a prank? Oh, what a prankster!”
He's rambling on about the most unbelievable nonsense. He's definitely drunk! Or worse... Before I can react, I'm easily tossed in the air and slung over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. They carry me deeper into the luxurious bedroom.
I can't speak, I'm in shock. He throws me onto the air mattress of the king-size bed, not giving me time to recover, and covers me with his hot, fragrant body. My brain turns to jelly as this dark-eyed, sexy demon... starts kissing me.
"Hot! I want to fuck you!"
He roughly presses his fingers against my cheekbones and pounces on my lips, kissing me passionately, hungrily, like an animal, not giving me time to recover.
He quickly throws off his robe. He grabs the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down. A large, thick organ springs out of his underwear, bouncing and swaying. So heavy, so filled with liquid steel, I feel uneasy.
My eyes widen, my breath catches. My lower abdomen fills with the painfully sweet heat of a strange desire. He pounces on my lips again, this time kissing me too wetly, with his tongue, driving it all the way to my throat with hoarse, ragged growls.
"Mmm..." I can't help but moan, and I don't understand why, but I begin to respond eagerly. And I'm choking... Kissing him is so... So intense and yet so dangerous. Like dancing on a knife-edge.
Then everything happens like in a dream. Shawn strips me of my clothes, he yanks my pants and blouse off. My underwear flies off with a crash, turning into rags. And there I am, completely naked, lying in the bed. With the demeanor of a clear possessive man!