Chapter 70 Cross The Line
\[Osiris’ POV\]
“What are you doing? ”
My prey’s mouth moves against mine, speaking the question that should stop me, but instead of stopping it spurs me on.
What was I doing?
What the hell was I doing?
I was pretty fucking sure that I was making it obvious. It was so damn obvious that even an idiot could figure it out.
“This,” I rasp, pressing my mouth harder against hers. “Now be a good girl and open those pretty lips for me.”
For a moment, she doesn’t move, as I’m certain she tries to make sense of what is happening, and honestly, I can’t blame her.
Everything was going so damn good. We were having a moment, and I could all but see her walls finally coming down until my damned phone started ringing.
Wait… I hiss inwardly, shock rushing through me. We were fine until the phone call.
Could it be that she was acting like this because she was jealous?
At this single thought, I feel my excitement grow, and I pull away to take in my prey, whose eyes are dark, whose cheeks are flushed, and whose lips are red and swollen from our kiss.
“Tell me,” I murmur, running my tongue along her jaw. “Are you perhaps acting like this because you’re jealous? ”
Pulling away, I watch while her eyes widen and fill with understanding, and when her cheeks and ears flush even redder, I know that I’ve hit the nail on the head.
“You are,” I smirk, enjoying her reactions. “If you’re that jealous, why don’t you ask me who that was? ”
Growing quiet, I wait while my prey stares at me, her eyes filled with shock, and when she starts to worriedly chew her bottom lip, I know that she’s curious.
“Are you going to continue to be stubborn? ” I ask her, cupping her chin and running my thumb along her torn bottom lip. “Do you really not care if I’m actually going to go somewhere with another woman? ”
“I…” she breathes, but stops as I plant a kiss on her lips. “It isn’t…”
“Isn’t it? ” I counter, enjoying this side of her but also hating that she wasn’t asking anything. “How should I teach you to be more honest? ”
There were many ways I could teach her, but since she was still in the first trimester of her pregnancy, I couldn’t do the things I wanted.
Letting out a growl of frustration, I feel my dick twitch as I’m unable to stop myself from thinking about it, and when a delicious aroma hits me, I realize that she is thinking about it too.
“Naughty girl,” I chuckle, inhaling deeply. “Tell me, what should I do with you? ”
“Do with me? ” she squeaks, eyes growing wide. “I don’t…”
“I think you do,” I counter, releasing her and repositioning myself in my seat. “Why don’t you think of what you want me to do on the way home? ”
Not waiting for an answer, I rev the car to life, and then I’m moving. Speeding through the city streets, wanting to get home as quickly as possible so that I can play with my prey a bit more, and when we arrive, I don’t waste any time hopping out of the car and moving to her side.
I pull open the door and then quickly unbuckle her and then lift her into my arms once more.
“I can walk! ” She gasps as we move toward the elevator. “Why do you…”
“Sssshhhhh,” I warn her. “You don’t want to draw too much attention to us, do you? ”
Biting back on her response, my prey grows quiet, and once we are inside the elevator and I know no prying eyes will find us, I’m attacking again, my mouth finding hers, and to my delight, instead of trying to fight me off, she meets my need with her own.
I wasn’t sure what changed between us, but I wasn’t going to question it. If this was a momentary lapse of judgement on her part, I would take advantage of it.
Letting myself get lost in the moment, I deepen our kiss, and when we reach our destination, I move straight for the bedroom, where I gently lay my prey down and then stand so I can take in her heaving chest, her glistening eyes, and her red cheeks.
“Tell me you don’t want me to touch you,” I tell her, giving her one last chance to stop me from exploring her body. “If you tell me you don’t want it, I won’t touch you.”
I wouldn’t, no matter how much I wanted to. If she told me to stop, I would end things right here and continue to work my way into her heart.
“Well? ” I push when she doesn’t speak. “Should I take your silence as a go-ahead? ”
I wait while my prey stares at me, clear indecision showing in her eyes, but in the end she nods, and I know that that is the signal I was waiting for to attack.
“I won’t take you right now,” I tell her, bending down and hooking my fingers in the hem of her shirt. “Not until you are no longer in the danger zone of your pregnancy.”
“Mmmm,” she whimpers as I slowly lift her shirt.
Feeling my nerve endings come alive, I continue to move, pulling her shirt up and over her head so that I can toss it to the floor.
Once it is out of the way, I sit up, my knees pinning my prey beneath me while I look down at her toned abs and large breasts that are hidden beneath a black lacy bra.
“This is in the way,” I murmur, extending a claw and hooking it beneath the bra. “I want to see and touch all of you.”
“Ah,” she gasps as I pull the bra, allowing her breasts to bounce into view.
“Mmmmm,” I growl, licking my lips while I take my prey’s body in. “Fuck, you’re absolutely perfect.”
From her large breasts, her perky pink nipples, and her toned stomach, she was absolute perfection. But that wasn’t the only reason I was so fucking attracted to her.
Instead, it was her stubbornness, her determination, and the courage she possessed to protect that which was most important to her despite the difference in strength between herself and her opponent.
She was perfect in every fucking way and that fool Daniel deserved to be killed for hurting such a woman. But then again, I guess I needed to thank him for doing just that because he allowed her to find me. And now that she was in my grasp, I would be damned if I would ever let her go.