Chapter 52 Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Two
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Zeke
“No, no,” she shook her head. “It's because all these are your fault. You made me the target of your people.” Her eyes reddened.
“I-” My throat suddenly went dry.
“I have to get back to Gavemorth. An urgent meeting came up.” Natasha said, rising to her feet. She gave me a wink, made a portal, and vanished.
“How did she-” Mirah's eyes widened in disbelief.
“Look at me, Mirah.” She did, and I continued. “I know I've hurt you so many times. But I'd never intentionally put your life in danger.”
“And what if it's unintentionally?” She put in quietly. She looked so vulnerable, that my chest tightened.
“I would never let that happen.” I vowed.
“Why are you here? At Vermont, in the human realm?” She asked, after a while.
I decided to tell her the truth. “I was evicted from an important position. Apparently, fraternizing with humans isn't allowed in my kingdom.”
I didn't feel as much pain as I did before. Maybe that was part of the effects this woman had on me. The annoyance was still there, no doubt.
But I wasn't hurt anymore.
She swallowed. “I-i'm sorry.” She whispered.
“I missed you.” I said, instead.
She averted her gaze.
“Mirah?”
“Hm?” An absentminded answer.
“I said, I missed you.”
“I heard.” She said, and lifted her head. “You've moved on, you don't have to emotionally blackmail me.”
I frowned. Moved on?
Well, maybe feeling like my heart had been stabbed by a million daggers, just by staring at her, could be counted as ‘moved on.’
Or wanting to do nothing, but kiss her, and imprint myself on every part of her, even though we were in danger, could be counted as ‘moved on.’
Couldn't she see it? Couldn't she see how much I fucking longed for her?
I wronged her, yes. But I was fucking repentant, and she'd punished me enough already.
“What are you talking about, Mirah?” I choked out.
She didn't correct me, this time.
“Who's Natasha?” She asked.
I almost chuckled, as I realized where she was heading to. I rose to my feet, and advanced towards her.
Her eyes widened. “What-”
I leaned down towards her, my eyes straying to her parted lips.
“Are you jealous, Kitten?” I asked, with a small smile.
She was dazed for some seconds, before she scoffed. “You wish. I don't want to know who she is, anyway.”
My intention had been to tease her. But seeing her look and act so feisty, my initial plan vanished like a wisp of smoke. Now, I wanted to kiss and fuck her really bad.
“You don't?” My voice lowered, and I was aware of how hoarse it sounded.
Evidence of my desire.
She shook her head. “I don't.”
“I missed you so fucking much, Mirah. Do you know how bad I wanted to kiss you, back at Barcon? Or how I wanted to take you up in your pussy, right there on the counter? No, you don't. You can't relate anyway.”
Her breath hitched audibly, as her eyes moistened. Our breaths intermingled.
“That's not true. I've thought of you, for so many nights.” She whispered.
“You initiated the breakup.” I reminded her.
“We were never a thing,” she said, and I felt a stab at my heart. I was about to interrupt her, but she continued.
“Yes, I loved you. I wanted you. Hell, who wouldn't? But then, I thought long and hard, and realized that the dangers that came with it, wasn't the life I wanted for myself.” She paused for breath.
“Love is a dangerous game.” I argued. We were close, so close that I could easily kiss her, if I moved a little.
“Not this kind of dangerous.” She argued.
“Mirah,” I whispered hoarsely. “I want to kiss you. Please.”
Please.
That word. I've lost count of how many times I've uttered it, to this woman.
Her eyes burned with desire, and she subconsciously licked her lower lip. That action of hers sent blood rushing to my cock, and my breath quickened.
“Fuck,” I moved away sharply.
“What?”
“Please leave, Mirah.” I groaned.
“Why?” She whispered.
“I'm going to fuck you, if you don't. And I'm not going to be gentle.” I didn't look at her, lest I lost control.
“And,” She tugged at my hand, her touch feeling so soft, and warm. I flinched, finally lowering my gaze towards hers.
“What if I want that?” She finished off.
“You don't understand, Mirah. If I fuck you now, I'm never going to let you go. You can leave now, while you still have the chance.”
She said nothing. But my brows furrowed when I heard her shrugging off her clothes. I whirled around abruptly, my eyes widening as I caught the sight of the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Her.
She was standing there, looking at me with eyes filled with desire. She was putting on a red bra, and matching panties, looking so sexy in her heels that I was tempted to believe she'd anticipated this.
“Mirah, don't.” I begged, my breath turning raspy.
She didn't budge. “You want me tonight. I can't deny that I want you too. We can just have sex, and get over our desires. Consider it as a parting gift.”
Parting gift?
I was in front of her within seconds.
“You don't understand, Mirah. It's not easy.” I cupped her jaw.
“Are you sure you want to do this? If I fuck you, I'm never letting you go.” My eyes darkened, and I felt an itch at my fangs.
I wanted to mark her so badly. Engrave my imprint on her body.
This woman was mine.
“I don't know what you're talking about. But I do know what I want.” She shivered against my touch. Held hostage by her bra, her beautiful cleavage beckoned to me.
I could smell her arousal, and I marveled at how I remained logical in face of all that.
“What do you want, Kitten?” I growled.
“Fuck me, Zeke.” Her eyes trained on me.
“Kitten-” My words trailed off, when her hands strayed down towards my erection.
“Turn around, and place both hands on the couch.” I ordered.
“Should I take off the heels?” She asked softly.
I spanked her on the ass, and she whimpered.
“No, leave them on. I like the idea of fucking you, while you're putting them on. Turn around for me, Kitten.”