Chapter 7 Unexpected
He sighed, dropping his head down to nuzzle my neck. I shivered in his arms as he carried me over to one of the many tables lined in rows and columns in this gigantic hall-like classroom. The ceilings were so high that I was sure if I spoke even a little louder, my voice would definitely echo.
I jolted out of my trance when I felt cold wood beneath my sheer black tights-clad thighs. I almost mourned the loss of warmth when his hands left my waist but at the same time, I felt bitter-sweet relief that his looming body wasn’t clouding my ability to think anymore.
“I did not want to wake you that early. You were sound asleep,” I finally replied, my voice small. I clasped my hands together in my lap, trying to keep from shivering. The atmosphere felt eerily damp and cold in here.
“Maybe you were afraid I would badger you with the same questions I did last night at your dorm.” His tone was accusatory and I felt guilty like I was deceiving him and lying to him.
“I have a play rehearsal soon.” At least that wasn’t a lie.
“I was wondering why you were wearing a skirt,” Daniel husked, his voice suddenly softening and sending tingles rushing up my spine. I’d been holding my knees up for a while now in order for my lower thighs to not touch the cold hardwood and they were starting to ache. Daniel seemed to notice as my gaze kept drifting down wistfully to where my black skirt ended mid-thigh. He placed the warm palm of his hands beneath my thighs. His hands were large enough to cover the entirety of them from beneath as he splayed out his fingers.
A blush bloomed on my neck as I felt my face warm up instantly. I was sure I was blushing a brighter red than a tomato right now, trying to look anywhere but at Daniel’s hands caressing my thighs.
I decided to be brave and play along like other girls did when guys flirted with them.
It was a very stupid decision.
“How do you know I don’t wear skirts as my daily attire, Daniel? Do you watch me, like a stalker? A pervert?”
He jerked me toward him with a slight pull, almost stealing my breath away as my body collided with his chest and my hands shot out to hold onto his shoulders to steady myself.
I felt his hands inch up my thighs, hovering precariously close to the place where no one had touched me before.
I gulped, regretting my words. The teasing had backfired.
“Are you trying to be a cocktease, Ayesha?” He spoke low, his lips brushing my ear.
“You know what happens to cockteases?” His tone seemed daring, something about it telling me to back off or this could go somewhere I couldn’t handle.
But like the idiot I was, I took the bait, ”What?”
“They get cocks shoved into their smart mouths to shut them up and put them to good use. Tell me, Ayesha, do you want to put these pretty red lips to good use?” The thumb of his hand caressed my lower lip as my mouth parted in shock. The bastard smirked when I gulped so hard, it was audible.
His eyes held a dangerous edge today, silently telling me that he wasn’t fooling around. He would not back down on his word.
I quickly shook my head at him, my heart racing in my chest. Even the thought of his… thing touching my lips made my mouth go dry.
This was not a good sign.
“Are you sure? Because if you are, then you’d better start answering my questions.”
The dark ultimatum hung over my head, my mind spinning from his less than veiled threat.
Just then my gaze fell down to his crotch when I felt something rub against my thigh. I gasped when I realized he was sporting a very obvious boner, his zipper only mildly holding it back. It was almost impossible for me to look away from the massive tent in his jeans.
“You looking at it isn’t going to make it go away”, he drily stated.
“I’m sorry”, I apologised, embarrassment flooding me when I realized he’d caught me staring at his erection. In the process, my leg accidentally rubbed against “it”.
Daniel groaned, cursing loudly,” Fuck! Ayesha, you’re not making this any easier.”
“Sorry”, I again said, wanting to punch myself in the brain. Today was not a good day to be clumsy.
“Stop apologising”, Daniel let out a frustrated reprimand, effectively shutting me up.
“Now, for the love of god, tell me why.” I stilled. He was finally cutting to the chase.
“Why what”, I tried to play stupid. Hoping for some divine intervention to interrupt this conversation.
“Why the fuck are you marrying my sleazebag of an uncle?” He was at the end of his patience, I could tell with the way his shoulders were hunched and his mouth was set in a grim line. The intensity of his stare almost made me fess up. Almost.
“Like I said before, it’s none of your business”, I tried to ignore the impatience and anger rolling off of him at my dismissal of his question but my heart still thudded painfully against my chest.
“None of my fucking business, huh?” His tone was dangerously casual.
“You don’t have a right to….”, I started but was cut off by him.
“Don’t tell me what I do or don’t have a right over,” his menacing tone was starting to scare the crap out of me. But I held my head high even though I wanted to cower beneath his gaze. I would not let him see that he was getting to me.
And he wouldn’t actually go through with his threat.
Would he?
“I am asking you for the last time”, Daniel held my chin between his thumb and index finger, their grip was enough to keep me from turning my face even an inch away from his. I was forced to look into his icy blue eyes, as he continued,” Why are you marrying him? He is old enough to be your father. Is someone forcing you to marry him? Is he forcing you to marry him?” My heart dipped in my chest and my chin trembled between his fingers. His eyes widened at my reaction, flaring into a kindling blue flame, so ferocious in their heat, I was sure they would destroy everything in their wake. Yet I was drawn to them. So fucking drawn to them.
“I swear to God Ayesha, if he is forcing you to marry him, tell me, just fucking tell me. One word of affirmation from you and I will cut that fucker’s arms off before he puts them anywhere near you again. Hell, I will put him in the fucking ground if he so much as breathes in your direction ever again. One word, Ayesha. One word”, he took a pause. “That’s all it would take.”
He had that deadly glint in his eyes, the kind he got when he was about to get into a fatal fight with someone and the other guy would end up in the ICU…. if he got lucky.
I could tell he meant every word with the way he held my gaze, so sincere and compelling.
My heart. My weak, pathetic heart.
At that moment, I wanted to tell him everything. Every single thing. But then in a fraction of a second, my brain suddenly took over my heart… for good.
I kept my mouth shut, pressing my lips together.
“So this is how it’s gonna be!” He snarled, the anger radiating off of him was palpable in the air. His hands tightened on my thighs to the point that he was practically cutting off my blood flow and his knuckles were turning white but I didn’t dare to let out a squeak of protest.
I was dying of anticipation of what he was going to do next. Tension crackled in the air and the only sound that could be heard in the room were my laboured breaths.
Daniel was deathly quiet for what felt like an eternity. Then he erupted,” Well then you fucking asked for it!”
“Get off the table”, he ordered, his voice devoid of emotion. I froze.
“W… why?”, I stammered. He wasn’t going to actually….
I got my answer when he roughly picked me up off the table like I weighed nothing.
“Get on your knees.”
My legs had already been feeling like Jell-O and those four words knocked the wind out of me, making my eyes widen up at him and my knees buckle beneath me.
He was surprised I’d listened to him.
I swallowed hard when a malicious smirk graced his lips, cruelty had now taken place of his anger. And it scared the living crap out of me. When he was angry, at least I could tell what he was thinking or feeling. And his eyes burned with emotion.
But when he went cold and indifferent and his gaze turned so unfeeling as if he wasn’t human, like ice ran through his veins instead of blood…. it made my blood run cold and my heart freeze in its place.
But a very small, very irrational part of me was just the tiniest bit… excited. And I wisely chose to ignore that part.
“Unzip”, he almost growled out. My mouth parted of its own accord as I stared up at his erection, the tight confines of his jeans barely restraining it.