Forbidden (18+ Only)

Two types of situation.

Veronica.

My eyelids felt heavy as I attempted to open them, the headache accompanying the drowsiness was making it impossible to let me open my eyes. My ears caught the faint of the shower running.

I groaned lowly and turned my body to lay on my back before I finally managed to open my eyes only to be welcomed with a whole new view which was definitely not my room. Forgetting my headache and tiredness I rapidly sat up, the completely new surroundings caused a rush to sweep through my mind.

Where the fuck am I! Have someone kidnapped me? Oh my God, I need to get out of here.

I removed the blanket off my body and attempted to get down of the bed but before I could shout for help or do anything crazy, the bathroom door had opened causing my body to freeze and from the bathroom exited my very own fantasy. The towel hanging low around his waist and his bare chest with the water droplets glistening as they slid down, made me forget all my previous concerns for a second but then...another kind of concern got permeated within my nerves when the movements of his hands drying his hair with the towel stopped and his eyes fell on me.

Suddenly I couldn't breathe!

He lingered on my body from my head to toe taking their own sweet time to make me feel the heat crawling my skin just by the stare, unable to figure out anything I clutched the side of my dress and it was then I understood I wasn't wearing the dress from the last night--It was a shirt that was at least a few sizes bigger on me.

Judging by the devil's board figure standing a few feet away from me, I could tell it was his shirt that I found In.

"So, you are awake." He dropped the towel in his hand and stalked closer to me, my body reacted on its own and I slowly found myself moving back with each step he took.

"Why am I here?" questioned.

"You're in my house, and..." He tightened the tower around his hip and began to move more closer, " Last night you were in my club, drunk and..."

My mind tuned down the rest of his sentence, everything from yesterday came swashing inside my mind especially those whispers. Watching him half-naked and remembering those words turned out to be utter torture.

The knot in my abdomen took no time to form.

I moved backwards on the bed, again--every time I did it, the flicker in his eyes seemed to increase, there wasn't any question regarding who was the predator and who was the prey. And I don't think, any prey could ever love the thought of being ravished as much as I did.

With only a few seconds, I found him climbing on the bed and hovering over me like a hungry animal ready to feast on me. The darkening of his eyes was enough to let the horripilation appear thoroughly, I was trapped between his hands and the head frame with his knees trapping my legs between them. The position made me look incredibly small and vulnerable compared to him.

He leaned closer to my lips, "Nervous?" at the end of the whisper the corner of his lips twitched upwards--He had definitely noticed my shaky breathing.

I somehow managed to shake my head and his smirk grew wider, he let his one hand come to my front and slowly unbutton the very first button of the shirt I had on myself.