84. What Have You Decided?

84. What Have You Decided?
Emara Stone

“Either you kiss me.. Or I’ll kiss you.” Dakota says, like a possessed man.

My heart slams wildly against my ribs, trying to run away and save itself from this brooding beast, while he remains surprisingly calm.

He doesn’t move or blink. Just stares at me with that terrifying patience, the kind that says I-would-wait-here-all-night-if-I-have-to.

Just then his phone starts ringing, and with a low growl, he pulls it out.

“How many times have I told you, Doctor..” He snarls into the phone, “Not to fucking contact me ever again.”

His expression turns lethal as he threatens like an unhinged person, “Call me again if you are dying to hear your own bones breaking.”

My jaw drops in horror as he crushes the phone in his fist.

The screen glitches, flickers and goes black with a sickening crunch, before he throws the phone into the corner.

His eyes return to me. Dark. Hungrier. Completely unhinged.

“So..” His domineering hand slides back to my neck, wrapping around my throat territorially, “What have you decided?”

I am shit scared.

My heart thrashes violently inside my chest as I stare at the deranged man in front of me.

Dimly lit warm lights of the storage room make his eyes appear even darker like he is possessed by something far more than evil.

He isn’t Dakota.

He is a psychopath walking freely in an expensive suit, under Dakota’s identity.

He has no guilt for his actions. No real emotions. Only rage, jealousy, revenge.

And Lust.

“Kiss me, Emara.” He leans in so close that his lips brush against mine with every word as he whispers, “I am starving.”

A cold shiver runs down my spine, realising how deadly serious and dangerous he is. And how helplessly trapped I am.

“Let me go.” I state as an order.

He tilts his head, without flickering his ravenous gaze away from my face.

“Kiss me..” He whispers, just above my ear, “And I’ll let you go.”

My eyes widen and I hiss, “You are blackmailing me!”

“No.” He replies dangerously calm, “It’s a deal.”

My heart hammers violently, while his thumb gently strokes my racing pulse as if calming the prey before ripping it apart.

“No.” I shake my head, “I am not kissing you.”

Dark shadows crawl on his beastly face as he states, “Fine.”

His predatory hand loosens around my throat, only to slide at the back of my neck with quiet possession.

Ah! A sharp gasp escapes me as he fists my hair tightly, and yank my head back, exactly the way he wants as he claims, “I’ll kiss you then.”

Before I could even breathe, he crashes his mouth onto mine.

I gasp, feeling hot lips devouring mine hungrily. He kisses me like a man who has waited years to taste me.

Deep. Claiming. Possessive. His lips move like he has been left starving, and I am the only thing that could feed the monster inside him.

There is no hesitation, no softness, only raw hunger.

A deep, masculine groan of pure satisfaction rumbles through his throat as he kisses me harder, sucking my lips, tasting me like I belong to him.

This doesn’t feel like just a kiss.

This feels like ownership.

Like he is proving whom I belong to, and with this kiss, he is marking his territory.

I gasp desperately for air the moment he pulls back, and I finally breathe. Cool air hits my wet lips, realising how scorching hot his lips were on mine.

“Open your eyes.” His voice rough against my face, and I obey him.

The green in his eyes glows brighter like toxins as he stares at me with unsettling obsession, like I am the only thing that keeping him tame from turning completely feral.

“Keep looking at me.” He whispers, licking his lips, “I want you to watch me kissing you.”

My eyes widen at his twisted words. His other hand cups my jaw possessively, tilting my face up, like he is damn serious.

My heart rattles wildly in the cage as his lips meet mine, while our eyes stay locked in a dangerous, intimate stare.

Sparks explode through my entire body as his lips consume me wholly. I feel vulnerable, completely exposed as he kisses me while staring straight into my soul. 

The eye contact makes everything ten times more intense. 

The way his lips move slowly against mine, passionately, fevering with intensity, and I can feel it all spiraling down to my bones.

My breath gets shallow as my disloyal body responds to the heat rolling off his lips, and I close my eyes in feelings.

I hate how I don’t hate it.

I could feel every hard, masculine inch of his body pressing against my figure, while his lips softly pressing, moving, sucking mine.

“OPEN YOUR EYES!” Dakota growls, fisting my hair and pulling it back harshly.

My eyes snaps open and I gasp, looking into his fierce gaze burning with pure fire, possessive, and dangerously obsessive.

“I want you to always remember..” He tightens his grip on my hair, forcing me to keep looking into his deadly eyes as he grits, “Who kissed you like this.”

Something dark percolates in the depths of his feral eyes as he brings his lips closer to mine.

“Not Ryan. Not Dakota.” His chest rumbles with a deep, animalistic roar, “Me.”

My heart slams violently against his chest, as he leans in. His gaze never leaves my face as his lips crash on mine again.

A low, needy sound escapes me as his tongue licks the tip of my tongue in slow, filthy strokes that make my knees weak.

It feels like he is pouring every drop of his obsession, his madness, his twisted love into this one kiss. 

Tingles race down from head to toe as his tongue slides sensually over mine, deep, filthy, and unapologetic, all while staring into my eyes. 

His gaze sharp and unwavering from mine as he pushes his tongue into my mouth in a dominating kiss, stroking mine possessively, claiming every inch of me from inside.

My body melts under the scorching heat of his lips. The same hands which were pushing him away moments ago are now clenching his suit for support.

Tears fill my eyes, yet he doesn’t let me look away, forcing me to witness every perverted, kinky thing he is doing to me.

My rebellious soul never felt so submissive in front of anyone, until him. Fresh tears fall from my lashes as I surrender and let him dominate me, devour me, use me.

My lips part for him as the sensations consume me, the heat of his mouth, the faint taste of champagne on his tongue, the way his lips drag slowly and sensually over mine, over and over again.

Overwhelmed by the emotions, tears spill down my cheeks. His brutal grip on my hair slowly loosens, and his hand slides to my face, cupping it gently as he kisses me deeper.

My body stops fighting him entirely. His gaze doesn’t leave my face as he watches me getting undone in front him, almost falling apart in his arms.

Dakota slowly pulls back his lips from mine. His eyes appear wild, and lips glistening red as he licks them slowly, tasting me on his tongue.

“You are sweet.” He whispers as he gently tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.