Chapter 66 The dam breaks
Ira's POV
The way he held me, the way his mouth took control of mine.
That couldn’t have been a mistake.
Even now, his eyes keep drifting back to my lips, like they have a mind of their own.
I ignore the insult in his tone and speak softly instead, my voice almost a plea. “Do it again.”
“What…?”
I take a small step toward him. “Kiss me again, Ruel.”
Something dangerous flickers in his eyes, but he doesn’t move. His hands curl into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening like he’s gripping onto restraint with everything he has.
“You want me to use you?” he says with a harsh scoff. “You really are a slut.”
But his gaze betrays him. It lands on my mouth again, lingers there.
“I didn’t feel used,” I whisper, closing the space between us bit by bit, my heart beating hard enough to shake my chest. “I felt…”
I stop short, breath catching.
Powerful. Like I was in control. Like I could make you want me.
A shudder moves through him, subtle but unmistakable, like something inside him just snapped tight. His shoulders tense, rising slightly, as though he’s fighting himself.
Then suddenly, without warning, his hand shoots out and clamps painfully around my arm.
I wince as his fingers bite into my arm, the pressure sharp enough to steal my breath.
“Let go,” I say, but it comes out breathless and I'm not sure if it's because his palm is scorching against my cold skin, or the heat bleeding through me in a way that makes my nerves spark.
He turns suddenly and starts for the door, dragging me along as if he’s done with my bullshit. As if what I said disgusts him.
But I just want to get over this thirst for his lips. It’s just a kiss.
His grip tightens instead of loosening.
“It’s just a kiss. It's not like I'm asking you to fuck me.” I mutter, stumbling half a step to keep up. He doesn’t answer.
But something inside me twists. Surprisingly I'm not even angry. No, I just feel this strong desire to have him. It burns deep in my gut.
When we kissed, I'd felt powerful. I've never felt that way all my life. I crave it… I want him.
I yank my hand back but it's only enough to cause a stutter in his steps.
My arm strains, my muscles trembling as I dig my heels into the stone floor. My free hand curls into a fist.
Do I fight him?
How do I make him kiss me?
“Resist one more time and I won't hesitate to punish you.”
For some reason I smile, “Do it.” I dare him.
His hand touches the doorknob and I know it's now or never. So I move,
I twist in his hold, bending my wrist just enough to change the angle. So that the moment he turns in anger, our skins collide. The contact sends a shiver down my spine.
The proximity is more than enough. I rise onto my toes, my body stretching toward him instead of away. The stone floor is cold beneath my feet, my damp cloth dropping to the floor… Everything becomes a blur as my consciousness only recognizes my target.
I don’t give him time to think, crashing my lips to his.
I kiss him.
For one long heartbeat, he goes completely still.
Every muscle in his body goes rigid. His lips stay sealed at first, unyielding, almost punishing beneath my kiss.
But I feel the betrayal anyway. The faint tremor running through him, the hint of red staining his cheeks.
His hands hang suspended between us, the silence is crushing.
The awkwardness I feel in this moment causes my heart to hammer so violently I’m certain he feels it thudding against his chest.
I slide my fingers into his hair, remembering Sia's statement. I need to feel what I felt before. Just one more time.
His hair is thicker than it looks, warm too. I tug, gently at first… Testing the edge.
He doesn’t pull away.
So I tighten my grip, deliberately allowing my blunt nails scrape lightly across his scalp as I draw his head down just enough to ease the bit of strain on my ankles.
“Don’t,” he breathes, the word ragged and low.
But his body is already lying as a low, guttural noise rips out of him. A sound that vibrates through my bones, resting in my chest.
It sounds like a warning, like he's snapping and is giving me the last chance to exit.
Then the dam breaks.
A sharp gasp escapes my lungs as he slams me back against the wall. My spine arches instinctively…
And then he’s everywhere, his unique scent quickly becoming overwhelming.
Then with bruising force, his mouth crashes into mine. I push into his fierce hold, my sense of reasoning perishing under his devouring hunger.
His lips pry mine apart without mercy, tongue plunging in, claiming every inch, tasting of spice and barely leashed fury.
I meet him just as fiercely.
One hand fists in my damp hair, yanking hard enough to sting my scalp and force my head back. The sharp pull tears another gasp from me, straight into his mouth.
His other hand clamps onto my hip, his possessive fingers sure to leave a bruise while he pins me as if I might dissolve if he lets go.
“Auh…,” a helpless, needy sound escapes me.
My heart swells when he visibly shudders at the sound.
I stiffen when the rigid length of him presses unmistakably against my stomach. It’s hot and impossible to ignore.
My palms glide over the bare skin of his back slick with sweat, ridged with muscle and old scars I’ve never been allowed to touch until now as desire coils viciously tight inside me.
I trace them greedily, satisfied by every flinch he tries to hide, every stroke that drags a ragged breath from him, enjoying the power I now realize I can have over him.
How easy it is to make him forget his surrounding. I let him pull me closer. Until my boobs are squashed against his hard chest, my stomach gliding against his cock.
He tears his mouth from mine only to drag it along my jaw. I moan as his teeth scrape just hard enough to promise marks that'll surely last far too long.
“R..Ruel,” I shiver as he kisses down my throat, until his lips seal over the frantic pulse at my neck.
“Yes,” I moan, my eyes rolling in my head at the pleasure that coils in my belly, hot and demanding.