Handcuffed Heiress

27. Confusion, forced acceptance, an unlikely confidant

27. Confusion, forced acceptance, an unlikely confidant

Niko
I knew the moment she stopped fighting and gave up to me. It was the moment she parted her lips of her own free will and let me in. I was in, and I was delighted. My arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her in so she was pressed up tight against me. Our lips moved together desperately. She wasn't fighting me, but she hadn't completely lost all her senses yet either. She didn't know if she could trust me. I didn't give her the chance to think about it. Up to this point I've been testing her will and her resistance. She wasn't broken yet. I didn't think she would be so soon, to be honest. I decided to end the kiss. She wasn't ready.

The moment I hinted I was going to pull away her arms found their way up and around my neck and she started kissing me back. All logic and reason flew out the window. The minute her tongue stroked against mine willingly all thoughts went south. My cock stirred. Her moans were like music to my ears. I was lost in her and she was lost in me, but at the back of my mind I knew this was wrong. This wasn't the way I wanted her to come to me. I knew better. She might be carried away at the moment, but I couldn't blame her for that. I had to be the bigger person. I had to take control. If I didn't, this would end up terribly bad and she would blame herself. I'd never get her then. I wanted her. There was no point in denying it. But I wanted to win her heart fairly. This wasn't being fair. This was downright cheating.

Mentally talking myself down seemed to do the trick. Reluctantly, and I do mean reluctantly, I pulled away from the addiction that were her lips. Her eyes opened slowly. I could see confusion there. I could also see lust lurking. But eventually realization dawned on her and she pulled away shocked. Her fingers flew to her lips. "What are you doing to me?" What am I doing to her? The better question is what's she doing to me? I lost all reason just to have a taste of her.

I ran my fingers through my hair and stepped further away from her. "I'm sorry. That should not have happened."
"What should not have happened?" She was back in control now. "I shouldn't have kissed you."
"I wasn't aware we shared a kiss. You'd think I would remember something like that, wouldn't I, De Luca?" She was taunting me, and she was being spiteful with it. "Of course. I must have mistaken there for a minute."
"It wouldn't be the first time you did." She looked at me from head to toe. "I'll leave things in your care. I'll be out of the country for a few days. If anything pressing comes up you can always contact me. However, I'm sure there won't be anything like that." She was running away. That's a response I never anticipated. Fury I could deal with. Her anger, a few hits, the silent treatment were all things I could deal with. Running away but yet still leaving herself open to be contacted if necessary, I didn't know how to deal with. "I'm sure there won't be any problems."
"Good. I'm off." I watched her leave with her head held high in confidence and chuckled to myself. How long will you be able to run away from me Kaitlyn? Just how long do you think you can keep running?

True to her words, she left the country the next day. Things got busy at Accosi International. Almost all the important positions were filled along with a few minor ones. Once I ironed out the kinks it should be smooth sailing for Kaitlyn. That's exactly what I wanted for her.

Genevieve arrived a few days later. She was more beautiful in person. I'd taken a liking to her instantly. I could also see interest in her eyes. I wouldn't entertain her though. But I did give credit where it was due. Her black hair hung to the middle of her back in waves. She had soft brown eyes, high cheekbones, and some very sultry lips. Any man looking at those lips would think about them being wrapped around their cock. And I was a man. I could not deny that the thought had crossed my mind.

"So where's Kait," she asked in her native tongue. She was dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt. I knew right away she wasn't the flashy type. She liked simplicity. "Kaitlyn is out of the country," I answered her in French. "Your French is good."
"So is your English."
"Don't let Kait know though. I pretended not to speak English so she had to speak French the entire year. It forced her to practice harder and build her confidence. Her French isn't that good."
"Oh? I didn't know that. I assumed she was fluent." Genevieve laughed. "Trust me, you do not want to hear Kait speak French."
"So how did she survive?" She smiled. "Phoenix. He's fluent. He speaks French at a native level." That was interesting. The boyfriend rescues the day I see.