Bound To Him | ✔️

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~Katya's POV~

I flopped down onto the chair in Red Door, which was the restaurant that Yosef and Ichiro had decided we should all go out to dinner at together. It was Monday night now, so I was pretty surprised and more than a little reluctant to go, but Saki and Zena had begged me until I couldn't say no.

So now I was sitting here, crossing a leg over the other as I waited with Saki, Zena and Ichiro for everyone else to arrive. Thankfully, it didn't take very long before I spotted Onyx's noticeable figure striding across the restaurant towards our table, his large frame and that grumpy yet sexy look on his stoic face easy to tell apart from everyone. As he approached us, I couldn't help but to take the opportunity to check him out when he wasn't looking, too busy glaring at any and every person who dared to look his way.

Onyx wore a pair of black and gray plaid pants with a thin white stripe down the sides, the pants looking almost more like joggers than actual pants or jeans, and a pair of black high-tops covered his feet. His thighs looked even more muscular in the well-fitting bottoms and I bit my lip as I eyed him, or more so that slight bulge that could be seen in the crotch of his pants. The black shirt that he wore had a graphic pattern on the front of it that I couldn't quite make out, a simple black watch wrapped around his left wrist. My eyes wandered up the length of his arms, studying how muscular they were.

Mm, he looked so fucking sexy.

"Jesus, Kat." Saki giggled from where she sat to my right, causing my eyes to snap over to her, startled out of my thoughts. "Huh?" I asked, blinking. There was an amused sparkle in her eye as she cocked up a brow at me, smiling playfully. "You're looking at the guy like you want to bang him on the table, you little pervert." She teased, laughing when I scowled.

"Shut up." I grumbled, the conversation coming to a halt when Onyx arrived at the table and slid into the empty spot to my left. He sat incredibly close, muscular thigh pressing against the side of mine, tempting me.

His eyes flicked down to me and I pretended as if I didn't notice, instead grabbing one of the menus in the middle of the table to begin to look through it. Much of it sounded really good, making it hard for me to choose, but eventually I decided to get chicken piccata with buttermilk mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus. My stomach rumbled hungrily at the thought of it alone, hoping that it would actually be good. Admittedly, although I had been a little nervous moving out here and not having all the local restaurants I knew and liked that I did back home, I also liked having new restaurants and things to try if I wanted to.

"Don't think I didn't see you checking me out on my way here, kitty." He told me in a low hum, the edges of his lips twitching up into a smirk. It was hardly noticeable, so slight that I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't paying attention close enough. I rolled my eyes and crossed one leg over the other, my arms folding beneath my chest. "And let me pretend like I care if you saw. You check me out all the time." I retorted in a huff.

A low, husky chuckle left his mouth. "Touché." He agreed, still smirking slyly as he grabbed one of the menus in the middle of the table as well, beginning to look through it.

The waiter came after a few minutes of everyone looking through the menus, taking our orders before he left with a friendly smile at all of us. It wasn't too long before our food was being brought to us, set out on the table by the same man who'd taken our orders. My stomach rumbled hungrily at the sight of the chicken piccata and sides that I'd ordered, which looked even better than I'd imagined.

I began to dig in the second the waiter left, a hum of delight leaving my lips when the taste of it hit my tongue. Zena grinned from the opposite side of the table, seeming to notice my reaction and the way I began to practically stuff my face with food. My brow cocked up as I hurriedly swallowed the bite of food in my mouth, eyes meeting hers. "What?" I asked innocently. A giggle left her mouth and she shrugged her shoulders. "You seem to be enjoying that. Have you not been here yet?" She asked, to which I shook my head in response as I took another bite of my food.

"Well, you'll probably be seeing this place a lot. It's actually Onyx's favorite restaurant, so we go here pretty regularly." Zena told me, causing my eyes to flick over to Onyx and cock up a brow. "I'm surprised we haven't been here before now, if that's the case." I said, lowering my voice into a mutter. "Seeing as he gets everything he wants, one way or another, it seems." I added beneath my breath.

Though nobody else heard my mutter or the disdain within it, I knew Onyx did simply from the way he placed a large, warm hand on my bare inner thigh and gave it a strong squeeze, like a warning of sorts. It caught me a little off guard, making my fingers tighten around the fork that I held in my hand. I swallowed the lump that grew in my throat, glancing down at his hand as the cool metal of the ring on his thumb pressed into my warm flesh. The veins within his strong hand trailed up his wrist and into his muscular forearm, my face burning as his fingers brushed teasingly over the flesh of my inner thighs.

My grey dress was short with a c-neck collar and barely there short sleeves, a little red design in the middle of the chest. Over the top of it I wore a cropped, black varsity jacket that had yellow decals on it. On my feet were a pair of black, high-top converse with red paint splatters on them.

Onyx slid his fingers higher up my inner thighs and I reflexively clamped them together, grabbing his wrist beneath the table to stop him. All the while, he just kept on eating his food like nothing was happening, like he wasn't about to put his hand up the skirt of my dress at a table with all our friends around. It was inappropriate, and yet I found a warmth stirring within my ovaries nonetheless. "Stop that." I hissed, squeezing my fork tightly as I stabbed it into a piece of chicken.

A twitch of his lips tugged up his mouth into an amused smirk and his long fingers slid their way down again, away from dangerous territory this time. "I'd watch it, kitty. Teaching you a lesson for being a mouthy little thing sounds tempting, and I always get what I want, don't I?" He hummed, speaking low enough that only I could ear it. I popped the forkful of chicken into my mouth and glanced up at his handsome, calm face. Nobody would ever think he was just trying to slide his hand between my thighs if they looked at him now.

My teeth gently bit down on my bottom lip after I swallowed the food in my mouth, releasing the grip I had on his wrist. "Indeed." I murmured, struggling to hide a smile. "And yet you never are able to get me to stop being mouthy, huh?"