Page 6 of Tempt Me
His slight hesitation catches my attention. Opening the door again, my libido has calmed down slightly. It’s not that I was playing games, as such, I just wanted to get a gauge on the man behind the mask, as it were. Now I know.
“What don’t they know?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m pretty good at reading people and their tones. You hesitated. What don’t they know?”
“Nothing that I’m aware of.”
His too-controlled tone tells me he’s lying. Narrowing my eyes, I reach for a towel and climb out of the shower, reaching back in to turn it off. Wrapping it around my body, I brush past him into my bedroom and sit at the dresser, picking up my hairbrush. Holding it out to him, I wonder if he’ll bite.
To my surprise, he does.
His enormous hand clamps around the handle, and I brace myself for a grooming the likes of which will probably scalp me.
However, I’m pleasantly surprised when his touch is gentle, almost soothing.
Sighing with contentment as he brushes out my hair, I murmur, “Mm, good boy.”
He freezes.
Our gaze meets in the mirror and locks into place, neither one of us breathing.
“Ohh,” I pant softly, feeling my pussy twitch in response to his reaction to my praise. He likes it. He gets off on it. He wants it. He is as shocked by it as I am, but that desire has been unlocked, and there is no going back. I can’t unsee the fire that burned briefly in those eyes, and I don’t want to. He is now at my mercy, and there isn’t a damn thing he can do to stop it.
Slowly, he starts to brush my hair again, towering over me, making me feel safe.
But the funny thing about secret desires is that they sneak up on you and claim you when you least expect it.
I’ve never wanted anyone’s protection before. I’m always the biggest badass in the room, well, mostly, but with Isaac…he has unleashed a need in me that only he can provide for. He has made me want him in more ways than one, and now the slight fixation that was there before I knew him has become a full-blown obsession.
And there isn’t a single thing anyone can do about it.
Chapter4
Isaac
Sitting in my room alone later that night, the darkness enveloping me, I groan softly. Rue has pulled me into her web, and there is no escaping it now. It is taking everything I have not to go to her now and ravage her. Getting lost in my thoughts, I know she won’t like it slow and gentle. She’ll be a tigress and expect it back. Even though I know it can never happen, I can’t stop the fantasy of us being together. And this is only after a few hours. It will be a dreadful torture being with her every day and not being able to touch her.
A noise outside gives me pause.
Like a shot, I’m out of the straight-backed chair near the open terrace doors, pulling Bessie out of the holster at my back. The knife is like an old friend, comforting and required at all times. Scanning the courtyard, I don’t see anything but decide to investigate further. Inaction is for the weak.
Making my way downstairs, I head into the courtyard and search every corner until I’m happy it was just an animal or bird. As I turn to head back inside, I hear the noise again. It’s a crack or softer.
It’s coming from beyond the wall.
Stealthily crossing the small rear courtyard, I slide the bolt across the solid wooden gate and open it a fraction. The gate opens up onto a grass verge with a small private road that leads around to the front of the villa. On the other side of that is a steep cliff that overlooks the Bay. All appears to be quiet. I’m not leaving my post to go hunting for something that might only be a night animal. The grounds are secure enough for me to be able to close the gate and slide the bolt across without too much trepidation. It fits snugly into a ten-foot-high wall with privacy spikes on the top, so anyone foolish enough to try to climb over will get a surprise, and not a pleasant one.
“Everything okay out here?” Viktor asks, striding over the courtyard.
“Yes, just being sure.”
He nods. “How are you getting on with Rue?”
Contemplating that for a few seconds, I eventually nod. “She’s a force.”
“Oh, that she is. She is her mother’s daughter.”
