Her Nature

|Chapter 30|

I couldn't figure out if I loved the feeling of his arms around me or hated that he was touching me. My body sighed into his hold regardless of how I was feeling. His arms wrapped around my hips and he sucked my back to his chest. I felt the stiffness in his movement and cursed myself for not being the same. I had melted to his front instinctively.

"Careful." He nearly grunted.

My face was hot—I'm a nervous, slightly turned on, flustered, and embarrassed mess. "Thanks." I force out the words and step from his space. I clutched my skirts in my hand and stepped away not daring to look back at his handsome face.

Skillful fingers caught my elbow causing my head to snap back. His smoldering gaze clashed with mine. My breath caught in my throat and I had to remind myself to breathe. He looks...hot. Goddess I hate him. How can he make a plain suit look so good? The black jacket hung open, exposing his black button up. His get up was seamless and sophisticated, tight in all the places his muscles bulged.

The top two buttons of the shirt were left undone and a deep, emerald green tie hung loose around his neck. It wasn't tied yet. The dark hair on his annoying head is still damp from a shower and shiny with gel. Each curl tousled to perfection—including the single one that fell out of place onto his forehead. Even the mark over his eye added to his sleek appearance. He is insanely attractive my vagina is weeping. I can't take it.

"You are breathtaking."

His words pulled me from my silent stupor as I narrowed my eyes vehemently. I'm not falling for it."Your tie isn't done." I divert his attention, hoping he'll leave me alone. Or take you upstairs and release the butterflies from your stomach.

Why is my brain taking his side? How can I betray myself like that? That's fucked up.

"Yes I was looking for Helena, have you seen her?" He withdrew himself behind that same old stoney face.

"No." I raised my chin defiantly.

"Hm. Well you should cover up, only mated pairs have tattoos. Don't want to give the children the wrong impression." He adjusted his cuff links as he spoke.

I scoff, unbelieving he actually just said that. "I didn't think your assholery could get any worse."

"Language." He met my fiery eyes with his cold ones.

"Fuck you." I push past him the way I came, making sure to shove my shoulder into him forcefully. He did move of course but it's the effort that counts.

I'm angry. A little hurt, but very angry. I don't give a shit anymore, I can show whatever I wanna show it's my body and if I have tattoos then-

Wait a damn second.

Tattoo?

I scrambled back to the bedroom in search of a mirror. I forgot about those damn marks, no one was supposed to know. Now Luciano has seen them and the girls too. I can't explain what they mean or why they are there, they just are.

"Where are the shoes?"

I have no idea who asked the question and at this moment in time, I do not care—I have more important things to worry about than shoes.

"You guys think this is noticeable?" I spin around pointing to the red shapes between my breasts.

"I mean only if you're looking." Jayniana spoke first. Emma shook her head.

Sierra tilted her head, "No. I didn't notice them before actually. They're pretty cool."

"Raven?" My face must be screaming desperate at the right now. She only shrugged.