There was a beautiful Christmas dinner organized in our huge mansion like house. Me on the other hand who was completely exhausted putting all the efforts into hosting a dinner for our families. So, I decided to unwind a little as the room was filled with chatter, laughs, warmth and happiness. I walked up the stairs that lead to a private part of the mansion only for Richard and me. Along the private corridor there were many adjacent rooms and at the end of the corridor it opened into a huge luxurious master bedroom.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw a tall figure pacing in one of the rooms, mumbling things to himself. He was angry and visibly irritated, I could tell by his looks. He was too lost in his thoughts to notice me. As the thought crossed my mind he suddenly snapped in my direction. "Why aren't you at dinner?" He asked with a low growl. "You shouldn't be here right now." He said. "I was a bit exhausted so I called it a day." I replied. He seemed completely unbothered by my reply.
He was breathing heavily, absolutely furious about whatever it was. His hair was a mess, jacket of his suit thrown on the sofa, one sleeve of his shirt rolled up messily.
He suddenly seemed unbothered by his work and was glaring at me from across the room, something in his eyes I couldn't quite place. Something was definitely off. He checked me out from top to bottom with that glare and taking his sweet time to do so. He huffed amused as our eyes met. His gaze was sharp and intense; kinda making me wish he looked away just for a second. "Do I have to remind you what happened the last time you weren't wearing that?" He snapped in my direction as he tilted his head a bit and tapped on the space between his collarbones.
Oh shoot!, I instantly knew he was talking about the necklace that he gave me to which he had a ring attached that used to be his mom's before she passed away. We had an argument last night in which he hurt my feelings so I had taken the necklace off. He was giving me a cold shoulder until this very moment; I just didn't understand why did he suddenly care about it so much. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in front of my chest and corrected him with a devious smile playing on my face, "Last time you just thought I wasn't wearing it."
He chuckled lowly, before suddenly overcoming the distance between us, by my back hitting the nearest wall forcefully as he pushed me against it.
My breath hitched at the sudden movement and my eyes widened as they locked with his own. I didn't dare move, not that I wanted to.
"My point still stands, Clark." He said in his rough voice as he spoke. It didn't seem like his anger had subsided,he still seemed angry, maybe even more angrier. "If that's how it was last time, what do you think will happen now that you're actually not wearing it?" "Aww, what are you gonna do? Choke me agai-" I inhaled sharply when he squeezed my cheeks forcefully. He was making me look straight into his eyes, his head inches away from mine. My pulse picked up incredibly as he grabbed me, my heart was about to jump out of my chest. "Shut up" He hissed through is gritted teeth. "Make me."
It felt like he was waiting for me to drop those words. His eyes darkened as a smirk formed on his lips before I could feel them on mine. I locked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until I could feel his body against mine. As the kiss deepened I felt weak in my knees. "Jump." He mumbled while kissing down my neck, and I did without questioning it. As I wrapped my legs around is waist, his hands immediately moved to cup my ass. A soft moan escaped my lips as he squeezed it. He was sucking on my skin harshly leaving a trail of dark bruises all over. I blushed as he pulled back and looked at me: His dark and devious eyes.
"We should-" He began, his gaze fixed on the entrance to the master bedroom. I followed his eyes, nodding in agreement before pressing my lips against him again. "We should." I mumbled.
