Chapter 19 You Are Mine Alone
BELLA
The smooth, low timbre of his voice drifted over to me, sending a shiver down my spine. “Babe, come here.”
Did he just call me… ‘babe’? I glanced over my shoulder, my pulse quickening as David’s gaze sharpened on me. My skin tingled under his intense stare. Slowly, I stepped away from Mike, drawn by an invisible force as David’s hand snaked around my waist, pulling me close with surprising strength. His grip tightened, and a sharp twinge made me wince. I tried to pull back, but his hold only grew firmer, possessive.
“Why are you here?” David's voice cut through the room, cold and clipped as he stared down Mike, who only smirked, unfazed.
“We aren’t enemies, brother,” Mike replied, his tone casual, almost taunting.
David’s jaw clenched. “Who gave you the right to enter my office?” he demanded, his voice a low, controlled fury.
Mike shrugged. “I used to come here all the time when we were close. Or have you forgotten our past?”
David stepped forward with deliberate, almost predatory slowness, a smirk dancing on his lips. “If I were you, I wouldn’t mess with me,” he murmured. “Don’t play with the devil. He can kill you anytime.”
A chill shot through me, sharp as ice, rooting me to the spot. Even though David wasn’t speaking to me, a ripple of fear snaked down my spine. Instinctively, I took a step back but his hand tightened around mine, anchoring me there.
“Don’t you ever use my woman or my son as a threat, Mike,” he said, his tone so dark and dangerous I could feel the tension crackling between them.
I stole a glance at Mike. His usual confidence had faded, replaced by an unmistakable flicker of fear. For the first time, I could see the raw intensity in his eyes, as though he finally understood exactly what David was capable of.
“But for old times’ sake, David,” Mike murmured, his voice softening, almost pleading, “you can still help me.”
David’s gaze darkened, his smirk disappearing. “I once dated your sister. You both betrayed me, and now you’re here… for what?” The question was sharp, edged with old anger and hurt.
“Get out of my office,” David commanded, his voice steady, unwavering. With one last look, Mike turned and left, tossing over his shoulder, “We’ll meet again soon.”
The door clicked shut, leaving a thick silence behind. David turned to me, his eyes piercing, intense.
“Why did you blush at him earlier?” he asked, his gaze searching mine.
My pulse skipped, and I found myself backing up, unsure of what to say, of what he’d just seen in me.
He moved closer, not letting me escape. “Do you like him?” His voice was quiet, but I could feel the anger lacing it. “Do you want to go with him? Answer me.”
“No!” I said, my voice coming out more breathless than I intended. “I don’t like him.” The words were barely out of my mouth before his hand was on my waist again, pulling me close, just inches between us.
“Then why haven’t you smiled, not once, since we’ve been together?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with an ache that echoed in my chest. His lips crashed into mine, rough, demanding, leaving me no room to breathe. My heart thundered in my chest, and I felt my body responding, my knees weakening as his warmth surrounded me.
“David… stop,” I managed to whisper, though every part of me was aching for more. My body betrayed me, pressing closer to him, craving his touch.
He lifted me onto his desk, his lips trailing down my neck, and I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair, the soft strands slipping through my fingers. He pulled my top up, his gaze raking over me, and a flush of heat swept over me as his mouth found my skin, drawing out a soft, helpless moan.
What has gotten into me?
He looked at me, pausing just long enough to silently ask for permission. I nodded, no words needed. His hand slipped down, and the cool air hit my skin as he pulled my panties aside. When he joined our bodies, the sensation was slow, then growing, building with each movement, until I felt the world disappear around us. He quickened, our bodies moving in a rhythm that felt instinctual, unstoppable. My breath hitched, and I clung to him as a wave of pleasure crested over me, pulling us both under until I was gasping his name.
Afterward, he kissed me, pulling me close, holding me as though he would never let go. I leaned into him, dazed, trying to catch my breath.
Did I just… lose my virginity? I never imagined it would be like this, so intense, so shattering.
A soft buzz broke through the silence. I blinked, looking down to see my phone. A text from Elowen.
“Bels, aren’t you coming? Have you forgotten we have a script to win?”