Dead Heart [2]

Chapter 18

I gulped and closed my eyes, counting for god in my mind.

This had to be the first time when I asked for something from him. I was afraid if he would deny. I was embarrassed but confident. I had to be. This was my right.

I needed a kiss and he was there to fulfill my desires. When I had a full department of sexy body parts male specie right in front of me, I held no reasons to stop myself. 

"I didn't hear, repeat yourself."

I flushed and dug back into the cold wall. My breathe hitched as I felt his hot breathe on neck, telling me that he was near, very near.

"Come again, Mrs. Bradford." He whispered softly, brushing away the strands of hair from my cheek. 

I parted my lips, trying to speak but failed. His hand traveled to my throat, drowning me further into the cloudburst of euphoric pleasure. I swallowed hard, feeling every inch of his hand on my exposed throat. 

"Does this make you uncomfortable or wet?" He whispered lowly, his hand vapouring under the shirt. 

My eyes flapped open in surprise and slight shock after hearing his question. I could feel my face heating up as I met his grey orbs swirling in the pool of seriousness and lust. I gulped, shivering due to his intensified stare.

My eyelashes fluttered and I looked at large fingers that stroked the side of my neck, making me squirm. I felt  dull ache downwards as he continued to rub my neck.

Wet?

I wanted to taste the word on my lip but refrained myself. My stomach clenched even more. My heart struck into my throat as he suddenly dropped down on his one knee, without waiting for my answer. 

I only wore this to divert his mind, not to have sex with him today.

Help me god, please! I'm begging you otherwise I'll really get screwed today.

The only thing I could feel was dread. My breathing turned rapid as he touched my bare foot with his long, slender fingers. My tongue darted out, wetting my dry lips involuntarily.  

I let out a gasp as he roamed his finger on my foot, making my toes curl. I softly slammed my head on the wall as he made no move to leave it. I shrieked and retracted my foot when his lips touched my thigh, bare thigh.

The pads of my foot burned with the need and new sensations which I could not help but deny for. It was just too much.

"Wh–what are y–you doing?" I breathed out, my eyes wide as the day I was born.

He looked a hot mess, on his knee, lips on my thigh, fingers wrapped around my ankle. 

"Showing you what I'll be doing to make you scream my name." He spoke, his eyes void of everything leaving two things. Lust and challenge.

My lips parted as I kept looking at him, quite not believing my ears. He was better earlier. Cold and wordless. I had to leave for the sake of my untouched virginity. 

Or maybe touched once.

"Exc–excuse me. I need to use wa–washroom." I whispered, taking my chance and sauntering away.

Before I could take two steps, I was pushed into wall forcibly. I gulped and gazed at him with uncertainty. 

"You wanted to spend an eventful night, didn't you?" He asked, his brows furrowing,  making him look more intimidating and hot.

I hissed inwardly and looked away slowly. 

"I just wanted to divert your mind." I murmured hoarsely, patting myself atleast for not stuttering.