Aurora

Chapter 7

My ears pounded as blood thumped rigorously, eliminating any noise to enter my conscience. 

My hand on the marble felt distinctly cold and numb. Every pore of my body felt...alive.

Scorching heat bundled on my forehead, sweat licked the column of my neck.

Why ain't the air conditioner working?

A hundred things cross my mind in those seconds. My past, my present, the contract he wanted to bind us into, my brother and my mother. My hands began to shake anxiously, and my fragile heart drummed in my chest as if some parade was going on.

His slowly killed the distance between us, and I vaguely counted his steps. Three steps as his front pressed by backside, caging me.

My eyes widened with each step.

Whatever he saw scribbled across my face had him backing up a step or two. Hurt flashed through his eyes, so brief it vanished within blink of an eye.

"I'm not going to hurt you.", he said, voiced somewhat parched.

I squirmed, trying to ease the twinge of pain my lower stomach was exposed to, and stopped at once.

He had backed away few steps, but still was so close to me that I felt hard length dug into the crack of my ass.

If god hadn't structured eyes stuck to the body, mine would have been dropped, stuck on wash basin's drain.

His eyes focused on mine, and I felt myself drowning. As if he'd placed a spell on me.

For the first time in the entire evening, I noticed his attire. He wore a black tee, a v neck that marvelously bluffed the bundle of muscles underneath, along with a black jeans. A brand of tattoo inked on both of his biceps, and I was sure there were definitely some on his chest and back as well.

"It's not physical pain you're inflicting on me."

Tears pooled my eyes, but I stood with my head held high.

A large hand dropped to the side of my ass. The red crop top I had done with a pair of black bell bottoms seemed to evaporate as his hot hand branded on my skin.

My body was under his mercy. I almost started squirming again, giving into the urge but controlled myself.

His eyes hardened at my confession, "it's beneficial for both of us."

I shook my head, tears threatening to escape. "It's beneficial for you."

Without giving away, I pulled my leg, anticipating my black heels to hit his crotch, but somehow he oversaw the act and caught a hold of my ankle with his other hand.

"Oh Princess, I love the kink", he chuckled, moving his large hand on my ass.

This time, I squirmed before I knew, and a thread of pleasure running through my insides.

A gasp left me, heat curled through my body, eliminating between my legs though I wasn't going to give in.

"If you think that this agreement will benefit you, then let me enlighten you, you're wrong Mr. Chris Hawthorne. The second we get into this marriage, I'll make your life a living hell, and you'll regret you ever set your eyes on me." My eyes promised death, I completely ignored what my body screamed for, which was physical attention.

He clenched his jaw, coming closer and resting his chin on my neck, whispering into my ear, "you are ashamed that your cunt is hungry for me, aren't you?" totally ignoring what I said.

To my surprise, instead of pushing away from him, slapping him across the beautifully crafted face, and yelling at him, a thunder of pleasure rolled down my body.

"I just need to get laid, and it won't happen with you." I said through clenched teeth, my hair was a mess, poking out from every direction.

God, I was running high on mixed emotions. I wanted him to stop, but I needed him to undress me right here. I needed him to drop his fingers inside me. I needed him to enter me and fuck until we're both lost into oblivion, a sweaty mess.

His reaction to those words was not what I'd anticipated. Anger, brutal and raw charged his huge form, and I swear if he clenched his jaw anymore, it'd break. Good for him.

"Let some other man so much as breathe in your direction and I promise you won't be able to walk, sit, and move for an entire week, Princess.", his chin still sat on my neck, his stubble tingling my sensitive spot. It was a combination of simple words, but goosebumps enveloped my body, leaving the deadly chill in it's wake. My breathing halted, everything inside me willing to run. Run away and never return.

Contrary to the reaction my body had to his anger, I simply smiled back him through the mirror.

Feeling chivalrous today?Hell yes.

"You don't scare me."

His cock sprang behind me, still safely tucked in his pants. That proved who loved kink more."I don't want you to", he said, sending strange sensation down my body. In that minute, I merely stared at him. Blue orbs roared candor. And I wanted to prove him wrong. Wrong of the sin he's committing to put me in once we sign the marriage contract. I wanted to yell at him that he's just of one the monster who lurks behind the pretty exterior, tending to fool the world around him, but the honesty that oozed off him caused my mouth to glue it ends.

We stood there, me resembling a wildcat with my hair, trying to get out of his hold, and he resembled the devil. The one who had his hands on prey and is planning to break it, piece by piece. He was so calm for the monstrous CEO to outside world, but paying a close attention, I could see exhaustion gnawing him. Small purple patches marred his face, beneath the beautiful blue eyes, lines forming on forehead deepening.

Well, this guy was a billionaire, and it clearly portraits its exhausting to be so.

A foreign thought crawled up my spine, and I pivoted on the spot. We stood facing each other, my breasts touching his chest, all the while breathing heavily.

My hand worked on his own, and before I knew, I was touching his forehead, tracing the artwork with one hand and another holding onto his bicep.

He stared at me, the frown deepening further. I willed them to relax with my fingertips and failed. His arms tightened around me, and it occurred to me if someone was watching us from a distance, we'd be the couple wiling to destroy the ends of the world to preserve our love. We'd be the people committed to conquer all with love that increased with each passing day.

As I touched him affectionately, Chris leaned his head forward, closing his eyes briefly. "I'm sorry to rob you of a loving life that awaits you. Throughout this one year, I'll give you whatever you want. Money, property, travel, jewelery anything you say princess. But do not expect me to love you. Do not expect of something I'm incapable to give."

With that, he withdrew from me, a cold sensation wrapping around me. I hated this feeling. The warmth I bathed in for a few seconds happened to be exquisite, like a perfect dream.

At last, as all dreams are meant to break when you wake up, I watched his retreating back as he clicked open the door, and left me there alone, all to myself and in misery as I watched my dream break into small, tiny pieces.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

i'm so sorry y'all. iki posted a bit late,but your girl had exams. hope you like this one, it's my personal fav:)