Yzabelle.
“Yeah, that’s for sure. You came from a well-off family. You probably thought everyone was afraid of you. But I am not one of them.” I fiercely said, showing no fear in him.
Spoiled brat like him should hear something like this, once in a while. It’s for them to wake up from their illusions that they can rule the world just because they came from a dirty rich family.
“Oh, come to think of it, I haven’t researched your family, yet.” I took my phone from the coffee table near me. “I should know what kind of family you are from so I would know who I am dealing with, right?”
I only made a few swipes and my phone suddenly snatched away from my hand. The next thing I knew, it flew inside the living room.
Killian suddenly grabbed me from my waist and pulled me towards his body. His warm big body…
“You don’t have to do your research to know who you are dealing with,” he whispered against my ears.
My senses went haywire right when his warm breath fanned my ears.
I subconsciously put my hand against his wide chest. And I guess that’s a wrong move too. Because just by doing that, an amazing wave ran through my veins.
What is this? Why did he have this kind of effect on me, considering that I knew a little to nothing about him?
I should not be feeling this way towards him.
I forced myself to win back my wit. But the more he pressed me towards his warm body, the more I enjoyed the position.
I hate to admit it but I like the feeling that his body was giving me. It was more comfortable than lying in my bed.
I could feel the hard beating in his chest and if I was correct, he was having palpitations just like what I had right now.
What? Was he nervous and excited just like me?
But when I looked at his utterly gorgeous face, I could not decide if it was his heart that I heard palpitates or it was mine.
His eyes were dark and fierce, they didn't even blink. And the darkness just brings such feelings I could not ignore.
I have this wild longing of touching his face, feeling his lips against mine.
‘Kiss me, Killian,’ that’s the most horrible plea that I had ever had.
Pleading a kiss from a stranger!
But I could not deny it to myself. I felt thirsty just by looking at his luscious thin lips.
His face seemed to lower mine and the most audaciously bold action I ever made was to close my eyes and wait for his lips to land in mine.
“What do you think? That I am going to kiss you?” I heard him mockingly say.
And every anticipation I had was shattered to embarrassment.
How I wanted to slap him across his face?! He was the one who initiated it and gave me false hope, and now, he dared to embarrass me?
I quickly gathered myself together and pushed him away.
“Huh? Are you crazy? Why would I anticipate a kiss from a stranger like you?” I tried hard to salvage my pride. “For all I know, your lips were dirty.”
“Dirty?” His face turned grim. He surely was insulted. I suddenly felt afraid and wanted to run away from him. “Let me show you what dirty lips would taste,”
And I wasn’t prepared for the next action he would make. In one quick move, I was inside his arms, his one hand cupped the back of my face and pulled my hair down, for me to meet his gaze. My eyes widened when lips claimed mine in passionate, wet and wild kisses.
And what’s horrible is that I am accepting and enjoying his kisses.
He deepened the kiss. He even thrust his warm tongue inside my mouth. I subconsciously parted my teeth and he delved in and out of my mouth. Exploring… sucking… and playing.
I wasn’t even sure who was moaning, was it he or me? And the hell I care. All I cared about is the fact that his hand slipped inside my nightgown.
His big warm hand found one of my breasts and fondled it, not so gentle, as if for a long time, he had been holding back himself in doing so.
A gentle cry slipped out of my mouth in between our kisses. The pleasure-pain his hand brought made me want to groan even more.
He played my peak between his thumb and forefinger and it almost brought me to the peak of pleasure.
Wildfire was there, rushing around me. Violently. I almost went crazy.
I had never let anyone touch me like this. But with him, I don’t know why I can’t put my guard up. It seems all the sensible thoughts left me just like that.
His hand slipped down to my hips, and every gentle stroke made me want to cry in pleasure. And when his hand found my soaked entrance against the small fabric down there, it felt like the warning bell blasted on.
I quickly pushed him away from me and he was kind of confused.
I was too embarrassed to let him know that I kind of liked what he did to me.
No, I didn’t just like it, I loved it. And my body could never lie about that.
What was more humiliating was the fact that he must have already known it right after touching me! I could not handle this shame anymore.
My eyes turn misty while gazing back at him. It’s not that I regretted it. I am deeply ashamed that I love it. I love the way a stranger groped me!
No, he didn’t grope me, because it wasn’t against my will!
Oh, fck it!
I didn't know how to face him at all, so I quickly ran back inside, straight to my room and locked the door.
What was wrong with me?
I should not let him touch my body. How could I face him with dignity now that he knew how my body would react whenever he was around?
Ugh! It was all my fault. I should not have let a stranger inside my house in the first place.