"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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My heart rattles wildly like an animal in a cage.
At this point, my mind can't differentiate if I am still acting or actually craving for his sinful touch.
My face is heating, and so does the region in between my legs. It feels like a furnace, clenching and unclenching as his gaze penetrates into me at a point blank range.
Dakota doesn't move a muscle as I slowly crawl to the end of the bed, closing the distance between us.
I feel like an asteroid who is mindlessly crossing the solar system to meet the big burning star, which doesn't even care about my tiny body.
Emotionless eyes gaze back at me as I rest my hand against his hard abdomen. It's like touching a marble statue of a Roman god and the sensation somehow pleases my nerves.
Ripples of muscles feel beneath my palm as I slowly inch my hand under his t-shirt and feel the rawness of his ab-
"Emara."
Warm fingers gently curl around my wrist and I sense heat radiating from his hand as it seeps into me. His touch feels like fire as if his blood runs hotter than anyone else. Or perhaps it truly does.
"Say it again."
"My name. Say it again." I whisper to him in a daze as I crave to be called in his deep fucking voice.
"Emara. You are drunk." He takes my name so gently, yet his eyes glare at me opposite to his voice. They are harsh like the scorching heat of Saudi Arab against his soft sea breeze tone.
"Yes. And I want you to use me." I blink at him in a desire to be consumed by his body's heat.
"Come here." Dakota whispers softly and his grip on my wrist tightens.
"Where?" I ask him as I get ready to follow him anywhere.
I lick my lips which are as wet as my other lips and rise to my feet. I think I'll come by the feeling of his grip on my hand as he holds me firmly and guides me to the bathroom.
Are we taking a shower first?
Dakota twists the knob and without warning, a torrent of ice cold water pours from above, pulling a chilling scream out of me.
"Ahhhhh!"
All the Cia-Tea-La-Kangfu wine drains from my head as an electric jolt runs through me, shaking all my organs with its icy currents.
As if the sudden rush of freezing water seems to awaken me from the sensual fantasy and I snap back to reality.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I scream, spinning around. My eyes lock into his and I see the transformation happening right in front of me.
