𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

Chapter Seventeen

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With her hand in his, Imani allowed him to lead her into the living room with its beautiful grey couches and throw pillows.

They sat side by side, their legs touching which made Imani a little uncomfortable. She knew it was crazy to feel that knowing how much they had already done, but she couldn't help it. He made her not only uncomfortable but nervous and unease as well. He held power over her, especially when he teased her with his signature crooked smile, his eyes glinting with playfulness, flirting with her.

"Imani," he breathed, his fingers on her chin as he turned her towards him.

"We need to talk," her breath hitched, fighting the urge to close her eyes and give herself to his touch; instead, she bit her lower lip, rolling her tongue nervously as she nodded. He looked into her eyes and then her lips before tipping her head and kissing her deeply.

"I can't help it when you roll your tongue on your lips like that," he whispered, making Imani shiver at the tone of his voice.

"I want you, he stated, caressing her cheek, " I want you so much," he added, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose and then a smooch on her lips.

She couldn't come up with a proper response to that; she didn't know what to say, but after a few seconds of silence, she knew she had to respond. Her responsibility was to respond in kind or walk out of his house because no matter how much he wanted her now, they didn't have a future together.

He was a powerful man; his daily decisions probably affected the economy.

She was a stripper without a high school certificate; they were worlds apart, yet her response changed her life entirely even though it was in a whisper.

"I want you too."

She didn't look at him when she said it; her eyes were on the same level as his chest before he pulled her gently by her neck, intensely staring into her eyes, thinking he could get lost in them.

"That makes me very happy," he muttered under his breath as he kissed her slowly, with their eyes closed. Imani got lost in the moment; she ordered herself not to think of the future but enjoy the moment, something she had not done since she was sixteen.

"Oh, how I like touching you," he ran his hand under her thigh, his fingers grazing lightly against her skin; she whimpered, arching her body backward as she laid over the arm of the couch; her body felt as if it had a life of its own, reaching for the pleasure only Matthew could give.

"Your body recognise my touch."He gloated, smiling in pure wicked delight, running his lips on the curve of her neck.

Imani knew if this was a game, she was losing. He was calling the shots using his hands and mouth. They might be different in every sense of the word, but they were the same when it came to this.

She could use her mouth and hands as well; she knew he liked it.

"We need rules," she stammered, whimpering between coherent and muddled words.

"Rules?" he stopped and glared at her; she nodded.

"Rules...What do you mean rules?"

"How we'll conduct our affair," she answered innocently, pulling her dress up to cover her boobs and taking advantage of his shock to sit up out of his arms.

"Affair?"

"Yes, Matt, affair ." Although it was something he could have said to a woman he was about to have a sexual relationship with, coming from Imani felt wrong, yet she was right.