Crimson Temptation | CT

His teasing

Davina pov:-

"Who are you?"

I gently lifted my head and gasped as I gazed up. He was that dummy on the roof!

But there's a problem:
He was chest nude, his clean-shaven, muscular chest and tight six-pack abs were plainly apparent, he was holding a tie, and I could feel his strong forearms through his shirt. I didn't even aware I was drooling until after I had already started.

"What in the fuck are you doing in my room?" He repeated himself, this time displaying an inside serious face that made me scream at myself.

Why does his room have to be here?

He was really serious as I tilted my head up to look at him. hot damn!
He grinned out of nowhere.

He moves closer to me, causing me to take a step back while my heart is pounding.

He continued to inch towards me.

He keeps looking at me in the eyes.

I sat on the bed with a 'thud, making me gasp because I didn't realised the bed was behind me.

I am helpless to flee!

He crouchs down to a height that matches mine, placing both of his hands on either side of mine to enclose me with his face just a few inches away. He looked at my lips with his face cocked. He stated:

"There's nowhere to run now, huh?" He spoke in a gruff voice and looked at me up and down before turning to face me, then glancing at the drawers that I had unlocked.

"And Princess, what were you doing here?" I became more tense as he inquired, lifting an eyebrow and interrogating me while maintaining eye contact.

Dancing? Davina, that's not humorous at all.

He was so close to me that I could almost feel his hot breath caressing my cheek as I retorted, "Nothing," trying my best to ignore the fact.

I looked up at him when I didn't hear back from anyone. He was gazing at me with his dark orbs, perhaps unsure of what I had spoken.

Notify me if he wishes to join me instead.

"What?" I questioned anxiously, edging a little more away from him to create some space between us.

You understand social distancing! Um Hehe.

Author's pov:-

He almost lost control and refrained from giving her a passionate kiss when she queried him, "What," while gazing at him with those endearing large doe eyes.

He, however, wants to play with her or tease her more after observing her terrified, anxious look.

He took her hands, which were lying on his chest to keep some space between them, and literally threw her onto the bed on her back while holding her hands with his stronger ones next to both sides of her head. His grin grew wider as he did this.

On his act, she let out a loud gasp.

She wasn't terrified, weeping, or even attempting to fight him, which surprised him when he eventually turned to face her.

When he stared at her chest, which was going up and down due to her shortness of breath, he almost felt himself get breathless. She was looking back at him with huge doe eyes and pouty lips, and her breath was short and frightened.

He said, "Fuck," and started to chastise himself for what he had done.

He observed that she appeared incredibly lovely and innocent beneath him.

But then he had a sudden thought: what is Davina doing in his room without his knowledge?

Is Gerardo's desire to play a game with him-a true mafia game-as well? He glanced at her hesitantly as a notion came to him.

He pondered whether she would be his new playing card.

He was breathing heavily as a result of his sudden, overwhelming wrath and hatred towards him, which caused his chest to rise and fall.

She called him, unexpectedly softly but confusedly, "Hey roof bastard," as she stared into his eyes. His eyes now held wrath.

When she dubbed him a "roof bastard," his eyes darted in her direction.

"What the heck did you just call me?" Inquiring while scowling at her.

This time, she uttered the curse, "Oh papa," and turned her face away, gazing intently at the wall as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.
The problem has just gotten worse because of her!

"You just called me an idiot roof bastard?" While she answered, she continued to shake her head at his amusing questions while still maintaining her gaze on the wall. He asked, trying to look into her eyes.

She was mocked by him.

He regarded her youthful actions and thought, 'Fuck, I want to have that cute, sweet toffee.'

He told himself, finally taking himself seriously, 'No, no, control yourself, horny bastard.'

His one hand held both of her hands above her head as he firmly cupped her jaw, telling her, "Enough with this plaything," and forcing her to look at him. "And answer me, Princess, what were you doing in my chamber and looking through my things?" he said in a harsh, stern, frightful, raspy voice that sent chills down her spine. Her goosebumps were visible on his skin.

"Fuck" he cursed as one tear slipped from her eye towards her cheek.

His heart skips a beat as her eyes begin to mist. She avoided his eyes and said, "I was just trying to find some medicine or painkillers," looking everywhere but at him. "Because of some bastard, I got to twist my ankle on the roof," she said.

He can now recall how, as he approached her on the terrace, she managed to twist her ankle.

She was in tears.

She was wounded.

owing to him!

As one of her tears rolled from her eye to her cheek, he swore, "Fuck."

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