His Wicked Temptation

Chapter Sixteen

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ce sera notre petit secret
(m.) it'll be our little secret

ROSABELLE

I was sure of one thing from the days I've spent with Emi; that man liked to keep me on edge.

Very much.

"We need to get out, Emi," I whined, only to have him place a peck on my lips in response before his eyes returned to his phone screen, typing only God knows what.

I was confined with him in his car, sitting on his lap for the last thirty minutes for literally nothing.

It was supposed to be another date where Emi takes me to a beach located in Moscow. The moment we reached near our resort, I excitedly tried to get down from the car, only for him to lock the door and restrain my movements.

When I turned to face him in confusion, all he did was shoot me one of his charming smiles before gesturing toward his lap with his hands, "Sit here for a moment, Belle."

I easily complied, not knowing he'd keep me seated there for half a Goddamn hour.

"What are you doing, actually? Can you tell me at least?" I was getting bored, really.

And I wouldn't deny that I was yearning for his attention.

"I'm texting my brother, darlin'," he finally decides to give me a reply, chuckling at my pouted expression. "I'd gone to their house last night for some important matter, until you decided to text me."

I rolled my eyes at the words, "I didn't tell you to come to me." He smiled and caressed my cheeks with his thumb, and I leaned into his touch for more. "How could I not when it's you who is calling?"

My heart took an unusual leap upon hearing his soft tone; it seemed almost helpless.

"You like me?" I asked, and then turned breathless with his response. "I do."

A flush crept up to my cheeks as I tried to hide my face in the curve of his neck, taking in the scent of his masculine cologne in the process. "I kinda like you too," I whispered, feeling the warmth in my cheeks spreading throughout my body.

"I know," he says after a moment of pause, stroking my hair with his inked, tattooed hands.

I wanted to shy away from him so bad, but I wanted to stay in his arms more. So, I stayed, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against mine and his slow breath that brushed my hair every once in a while.

"Now, now, who's too lazy to get out of the car?" Emi whispered softly in my ear, and then I sat up properly. "You're done with texting?"

He smirked, "I was done a long time ago." I playfully slapped his arm before letting out a scoff as his chest rumbled from his laughter. "That's it. I'm getting out."

"I'd like to see you try, Belle," he locked my wrists behind my back with one of his hands when I tried to open the door on his side and pulled my face closer to his with the other one. "Good girls sit tight."

If humans could melt, I would've turned to liquid by now from the heat of his gaze.

I sighed, "Damn you," and muttered against his lips that remained inches away from touching mine, as always, so close but not close enough to touch.

"Say that again, Belle,"

"No."

"No?"

A loud yelp escaped my mouth when he landed a sharp slap on my ass, the sensation of its burn immediately reaching my core. "Left unprotected in this city filled with monsters, and you still decide to disobey me," he tsked in dissatisfaction.