Page 46 of Kings of Desire
To be honest, I knew from the first time he asked me where thatseatshould be but willingly chose to ignore him, hoping that maybe if I played dumb, he was going to leave things that way.
Taking a deep breath, I whirled to look in his direction where very clear instructions were waiting for me as the tip of his fingers was tapping on the upper part of his leg.
There was where I was supposed to sit!
If things were any different, maybe I would be irremediably seduced by a man like him. He was the purest form of womanly temptation, created to entice all breathing souls, drawing a perfect picture of exquisite masculinity. The posture, the dominance, even the tone of his words was vibrating so deep within me that I was terrified to even approach him.
‘Don’t keep me waiting.’
Things were easy in his world. He asked and he received. No complications, no overthinking pickup lines, or planning romantic dinner dates. Just satisfying basic needs or adding to the collection as he liked to see things.
One thing I knew, I couldn’t keep him waiting any longer, so more dragging my feet than walking, I reached his side and finallytook the seat.In reality, I was more on my tiptoes than actually making contact with his leg, but it was the best I could at the time.
‘Go on,’ he instructed as I succeeded to follow his directions.
But was there really any necessity to tell him why I was there when I suspected that he already figured out the answer?
‘You have five minutes before the show will start, so we better get this over with.’
I guess he did want me to tell him. Didn’t manage to dodge that bullet.
But what show was he talking about?
I turned to look to my left where a large glass wall seemed to disclose another room. I haven’t even noticed it when I came in, being much more concentrated on what I came to do here than the architecture of the place, yet now that he brought it up, I did find it rather strange. I didn’t ask though, not because I wasn’t curious... because curiosity is an uncontrollable flaw of my nature, but because he had mentioned the timeframe and I felt that I needed to gather my courage for days to tell him what I came here for.
I guess five minutes would have to do. ‘I need you to get them. I want them here with me.’
‘You do understand what this implies?’ The wicked grin was back again as he tilted his head to crack the tension in his neck as if getting ready to delight himself with my misery.
I nodded an answer, eyes tightly shut trying to take in the effects of my decision.
‘Good, we’ll discuss the final details tomorrow when I’ll have all my men together.’ His tone calm, calculated, concealing all signs of humanity.
Was this it?
Was I free to go?
It was too good to be true -and I was just about to learn that when something seems too good to be true, it usually is.
I tried to stand, and spare him thedifficultyof having to carry my weight on him when a determined hand wrapped itself around my waist ‘Did I say I was done?’ The coldness in his tone struck me, turning me into stone in his arms.
His nostrils flared out in anger, a stark warning sign of my disobedience. He knew that I was no fool and it was about time I stopped behaving like one.
With agonizingly slow movements he reached for the top button of his shirt, pulling it open ‘This shit had been annoying me all day,’ and then another button popped, revealing the black patterns so majestically covering his skin.
My gaze struggled to stay away but the magnetism of the drawings covering the defined shapes of his body was too much of a burden. And I was weak...so so weak in front of the feral display of pure masculinity.
‘Drink,’ he took my glass off the table and pressed it to my lips while his earlier words were still clutching on to meIf you want to still be in this room, you will have a drink with me.
Nowas not an option, so with agonizing movements, I opened my mouth to sip on the liquid. I could hardly swallow, clenching my lips to stop the whiskey instants after I could feel its taste.
‘All,’ Brax pushed the glass harder, raising it until all of its contents managed to flow down my throat. I coughed, trying to survive the burning sensation that seemed to set my lungs on fire while withstanding the bitter alcoholic aftertaste. ‘Good girl,’ he spoke with self-satisfaction, moving his hand to underneath my chin, then gently tracing a line downwards, between the curves of my breasts and stopping over my navel. ‘This burning sensation... This is what I get when I look at you.’
It was a confession, not aloveone since this man had no love to give. But one far more dangerous- alustone.
He was in lust with me!
What worried me most was that I recognized exactly what he was describing. The line of tormenting heat gradually spread throughout my body, taking hold of all thoughts and reactions. The primal desire screaming inside of me whilst in conjunction with my present situation it would be so easy to be set free.
