Chapter 17 Full of desire
ANGELICA’S POV
Shocked. That's what I was when he leaned towards my neck and took a whiff of my smell.
"I hate it when you reek of other men. It removes our ownership of you. I hope you remember that," he kissed the area right below my ear, and I gulped.
“D-Dylan, w-what are you doing? Someone will walk on us and–” I stopped myself just in time before saying we were engaged in an unscrupulous act.
As true as this was, and as wrong as it looked and sounded because he was my boss, I didn’t want to do anything to make him retreat completely either.
"Why are you so naive, mi amore? You are a good girl. You are so good that it makes me want to have naughty fantasies about you. I want to ruin you so badly, ruin you in a way you would ask for more," He whispered, his tongue flickering to my earlobe, and I nearly turned into a puddle because of how pleasurable it felt.
"I don't see myself stopping you," I whispered before I could change my mind, and he distanced himself a little from me, looking straight into my eyes.
"Stupid girl, how can you say that so easily? You have no idea who I am and what kind of fantasies I have. It would be too much for you. You... It's complicated," he flicked my nose before standing straight, and I wondered if what happened just now was my imagination.
Did my handsome hunk of a blue-eyed boss, who looked straight out of a magazine, confess his feelings and reject me simultaneously?
"I won't say anything regarding that. You don't know me either, Dylan. You have no idea," I smiled, feeling confident for some reason.
I switched our positions and pushed him onto the wall before grabbing his collar and pulling his face down.
"Next time you think it's a good idea to awaken someone's demons, be ready to pay the price. And it surely doesn't come with a discount tag. You can’t just ignite a fire and walk away without putting it out." I said, my gaze flickering to his manhood, and I know he noticed it too.
His eyes turned darker, and I took a deep breath before stepping back.
This was enough payback for him to have fun with my desires and feelings by saying words like those and then saying I wouldn’t be able to take it.
It was almost as if he was provoking me to become a curious cat and find out what he had in mind for me.
"Have a good evening, sir," I let the last syllable roll out of my lips effortlessly into a seductive pur, and before he could grab my hand or stop me, I walked out of the washroom.
I rushed towards where my friends were, my heart in a frenzy as my brain replayed the events earlier, only to bump into Ericson, who looked like he was talking to the manager about something.
He gave me a once-over before looking behind me and then back at me. I am sure he saw Dylan walking not far away from me, probably exiting the ladies' washroom.
"Want to dance?" His question was out of place.
I honestly felt like I was done with the Martino boys for the night, but seeing his gaze so intense and genuine, the shameless me nodded at him.
"Did my jerk of a brother ruin the night for you?" Ericson said after a long time as we moved to the dance floor.
I noticed his hand placed respectfully on my small back as if preparing for a classical salsa, and I sighed.
"This is a club, Ericson," I mused, and he smirked.
He was wearing a half mask today, and I could see his pearly canines and the beauty of his lips.
Oh, those kissable lips.
"I don't want to cross a line, Angelica. A line that would be too hard to retrieve from," He said.
I would be damned if I said I don't mind it because one rejection was enough for the day, and I was about to hum and go along with the respectful dance when he pulled me with a jerk.
"I like it when you bite your lips like this. It makes me wonder what it would feel like if I were the one biting them," Ericson said, and I widened my eyes at him.
This was the second time one of them was using such words. I narrowed my gaze at him.
What the hell was wrong with the Martino boys today? They were acting atrociously optimistic about what I wanted from them: their attention.
And as much as I liked it, I didn’t want to give them the enjoyment to play with me.
"Are you flirting with me, Ericson? This is the second time in a day," I asked confidently, but then I remembered how hot our encounter in my cabin was.
The way his abdomen and manhood rubbed on my thighs had made me want to sit on his lap and dry hump him until we both were satisfied without breaking the 'no dating boss rule.'
As if he had picked my thoughts, he pulled me so close that I could feel his heart beating against mine. His heart was strangely calm, a complete contrast to mine, beating at the pace of a bullet train.
"I don't want to ruin this. You are one of the most genuine girls I have met, and I want to keep you by my side. Is that bad?" He said with genuineness. This was the second time they subconsciously rejected me.
But for a moment, I felt terrible for wanting these guys sexually like this.
I honestly don't even know if it's just a physical attraction or if I really like them.
No. I can't do this to them. They have probably been lonely because they lack friends and don't know the difference between a healthy flirt and fun and straight-up hitting and giving hints.
My guilty conscience made me hit myself in the head, and I smiled at Ericson.
"I don't want to ruin this either. I really hope we can keep what we have together forever,” I smiled before pausing.
Did I say that F word? I have never mentioned it to anyone. What was wrong with me for real?