Page 18 of Kings of Desire
‘Jason, don’t touch her,’ Cole decided to growl out loud as he was closing the door to the other room, making his friend sound like a dog in heat that needed to be put on a leash.
‘Why did you bring her here?’ I could hear Cole talking from the other room since it was silent as a grave from where I was standing.
It seemed that I wasn’t the only one eavesdropping in on them as Nick and Jason took a few steps to almost glue themselves to the door. It was all about hierarchy, and when it came to the important stuff, Cole and Ace were the only ones whose words would count.
‘Her?’ Ace still hadn’t caught on to what Cole was asking, and that made the leader take a long pause.
‘Couldn’t you find one less attractive? This bitch is going to give me blue balls by the morning,’ Cole quickly recovered to become his usual self, but somehow managed to avoid the real question.
And there was something else that was beginning to stir inside of me. He found me appealing, and even if he was admitting it inhisspecific manner, it still managed to have an unwanted effect on me.I’m in need of therapy.
‘This is payback for fucking my girlfriend.’ I could hear Ace speak, trying to sound ironic, maybe even turning his affirmation into a joke while covering the signs that his manhood had been seriously offended.
Not that Cole would give a dime about his feelings anyway ‘Me and the whole football team. Just because you’re the only idiot that takes her out on dates doesn’t make her your girlfriend. Now give me the fucking contract and let’s get this shit over with.’
‘Ace’s been waiting a long time to get him with something,’ I could hear Nick and Jason talk.
‘He’s lucky Cole chickened out and lost the bet.’
‘That’s only because he was wasted when he made it.’
‘Were you talking about me?’ The door opened while the dragon itself was stepping into full light with nostrils flared, moments away from spitting rivers of fire on them.
They both became irrelevant, just small scared children in front of him.
‘We were just wondering how you’d be able to keep your hands off her. You know...Look, but don’t touch,’ Jason decided to babble something out, yet it came off the wrong way, annoying him even more.
‘Fuck off, shitheads,’ he roared towards them, making them all evaporate out the door.
‘You, come with me,’ his tone was no different than the one he used with the guys, exactly the same air of total supremacy as if he was ordering me around like a slave.
Without many other options, I followed him up the stairs and into a small bedroom, letting the thought of being all alone with him in the house gradually sink in.
The door closed behind us as Cole began searching for something in the room, first in the nightstands then all around the bed, and finally heading towards the dresser in front of which I was standing.
Although I had no idea what he was looking for, I took a step on the left so I wouldn’t be in his way, but before I could step out of his space, an arm blocked my exit, trapping me between the dresser and the fine material of his leather jacket.
His gaze raw, visceral, cutting to the bone whilst analyzing every breathing inch of me.
An unknown feeling shattered through my system, so intensely that it made me try and remove the arm that was barricading me. I needed to get out of there that instant as nothing made sense anymore.
He was intoxicating me with every breath of air that left his lungs.
His arm seemed to be much heavier than Jason’s, impossible to budge while his demanding eyes seemed to add new bars to my prison.
‘Where are you going, Mouse?’ He groaned, parting his head a few inches away from me so that he could take a better look. ‘Are you cold again?’ He grinned, fixating his gaze on my cleavage where my breasts were displaying every reaction he was raising inside of my body.
Now I wished so badly that I had chosen another dress that would have allowed me to put on a bra beneath it, and cover the consequences of our closeness. But how was I supposed to know that I would run into someone like him?
‘You said you wouldn’t touch me. It’s in the contract,’ I tried to sound menacing but my voice only came out as a scared whisper.
‘But you’ll keep quiet about this, won’t you,’ he let the weight of his breath fall on me while drawing his palms on the exterior of my upper thigh and lifting me on his waist, then up on the dresser that sat behind me. ‘How am I supposed not to touch?’ His fingers ran through the curtain of my hair, tucking some loose strands behind my ears.
What was his game? Seduction? Whatever it was, it was having an effect on me, hardening my body on the wooden counter in the last attempts to keep ahold of my sanity. It was still Cole, the ultimate bully, and now he was just intimidating his way to get under my skin. I needed to hold on to this thought, even though the alternative seemed so tormentingly real.
‘Close your eyes, I promise it won’t hurt,’ the whispered words that instilled beautiful fear into me.
I thought he had a deal.
