𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

Chapter Fifty {Davinia} 🌹

"Poison . Why poison?"

Christian's scrutinizing gaze seeps into my very skin. I unfold my legs and lean further in the throne like seat in the room. Gathering my thoughts into place. I stare right back at him and smile. For what reason? I do not know but my lips stretches and I find myself smiling. The men in the room must think I have lost it.

    "Everything about nature amazes me. The life and the essence, the dead and living. All have their purposes, functions, uses and fate, even after life, they still serve a purpose. I've always been a curious girl and with biology being my favorite subject and my mother, a crazed latina with an Indian grandmother who specializes in herbs, the knowledge of poison and toxins was not far from my reach." leaning back into my chair, my body relaxes and my eyes eyes stare right past Christian to look at the garden out the window.

My mind wanders back into past again and this time I welcome it. "A very lethal weapon which most of the time, doesn't draw or spill blood. I never liked making a mess. It always got the job done, be it torturing out answers or eradicating lives. It was efficient and as time went by, it became my favorite weapon." a sigh escapes my lips. Those times were memorable.

" Interesting." Christian remarks while his sons keep silent. Especially Rolan, he has been mute since morning. The only word he said to me was"eat" and nothing else. I fight the urge to turn my neck to the side to get a glimpse of him.

"What do you have with you boys?"He drops the magazine and sits upright in his chair. The man looks good for someone who should be above fifty or below it. I'm guessing he adopted the boys when he was in his twenties. His midnight blue shirt has its few first buttons open and its sleeves rolled. His body is mostly covered in tattoos. My eyes squint at one particular name on his chest that peeks out from his open shirt. I try to read it; Nik—

"Underdogs feeding from a superior enemy." Nikolai drops his reply without looking up from his phone. My ear twitches at his reply. They found the ones responsible for the poisoning incident?

A low hum from Christian vibrates across the room. "I believe you have them as prisoners. No?"

  "Oh, they're with Rolan." Nikolai says with a short snort like laughter. Christian raises a thin brow at the man sitting next to me.

"Rolan?"

"They refused to talk." his deep hoarse baritone reaches deep in my lower tummy, pulling the strings there. My eyes close for a second and I let out a short breath before my eyes open again.

"What do you plan on doing then?" Christian questions dryly.

"It's been a while since Rafik had a feast."

"Oouuu." Nikolai sizzles like hot plate when placed in water.

Who is Rafik?Or what is Rafik?

"I'll let you youngsters deal with your problem. I at least trust Davinia to be level headed."

My eyebrows perk up at the mention of my name with the words 'level headed' from Christian's mouth. If only he knew....

"I'm off to pick Verá from the clinic. Would appreciate if you all are gone before our arrival. You all took all her attention for two nights straight." He grumbles lowly as he makes his way out of the study room.

Who the hell is Rafik?

"Come, I believe I promised you a present."

The frown on my face disappears as I look up to find Rolan dressed in an ordinary black round neck top that glued to his body like a second skin and a pair of tailored dark blue slacks, down to his black socks  covered feet in black and white stripped half shoes.

Looking back up at him, I find him smirking down on me. Must have caught me checking him out but I don't find a shame in that. He should know he looks delicious in whatever piece of clothing he is dressed in and checking him out would be a normal thing. His hair is packed into a low neat bun with no hairs to caress his face, he looks so mature in a kinky sense. What am I saying Dio?!

He pulls me up to my feet. In my three inches chick heels which I do not remember wearing, I'm at the same height with him. Okay, let's say he's half an inch taller.

He is still looking at me. Especially with those eyes, with that type of stare that makes me so weak in the knees, fuzzled in the brain and warm in the heart. I hate this. It is too intimate for me. It feels like he is prodding into my personal being without even touching me, it feels so weird, I can't even put a name on how it makes me feel. So, I try to break it.

   "Wh-" He shoves the rest of my words with his tongue when his lips clashes with my mine and his tongue suddenly locks and pushes against mine. Heat immediately rushes down to my center. It's so erotic, the way he's kissing. Without even having to pull my body closer like he normally does and feel me up. He groans low and hard into the kiss and I find myself gripping his biceps. I take a step closer and he abruptly breaks off the kiss.

I'm in a daze. My lashes flutter lively as my tongue comes out unconsciously to coat my already wet lips. I feel a tight hold on my right hand.

"I can't help myself around you, Anís. You smell so good, so addictive, so tempting, so —Chert voz'mi vse k chertu!" I had no time to translate his last words to my understanding when he pulls my body flushed to his very warm skin and dives his tongue into my mouth. I hold on to his shoulders and hold on for dear life while his hand go behind me, under my jacket and fists the cotton material of my turtle neck top with urgency. I moan deeply into the kiss, he tastes like coffee and mint and his scent sends my brain overdrive.

"I do not know how I'll hold myself back from ravishing you when we are alone in my room, in my house." He breathes into the kiss as our tempo slows.

     "Then don't."

"Oh ˈCHerē, you don't know what you're about to unleash."