He can kill anyone with his dangerous blue eye charm and intoxicating smirk. No one dares to mess with billionaire Travis Deveraux except his childhood sweetheart Chanel Desrosier.
She is competitive, bossy and very particular with her business. Get...
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Chanel's pov
"When have you ever won this game, Chanel?"
I sucked in a deep breath. His one hand reaches behind my head , grabbing a chuck of hair before pulling it down to alleviate my face according to his will.
All this time our eyes were glued to each other's. Mine were challenging while his were critical.
He took out his tounge and leisurely licked the juice, stained on my chin before taking it to my lips.
I opened my mouth and our tounges collided in a lustful battle.
I lift my one hand towards his jaw. Grazing the faint beard along his jawline. I moved my hand a little down to his neck. My fingertips brushing his solid collarbones.
I moaned in betwwen our kiss when he gave my tounge a cruel bite.
With a grunt he disaccociated himself from me and rested his forehead on top of mine. Both of our breaths were intermixing because of the closed proximity.
His hand which was clutching my hair loosened a bit and his fingertips started caressing my scalp. "You wanna stop?"
Maybe I should.
This wasn't the part of the plan. Us having sex right now will only worsen the situation and will ignite more complexities in between us.
Even after all these rational thoughts my words choose to betray me. Why? Because I was Out Of Control.
"No..Do you?"
"Never." He gave my lips a quick peck before standing straight. He streached his arm for me to take his hand. I held his hand and we made our way towards the third floor of the club.
Reaching the thrid floor, our eyes spotted a room service trolley. We both looked at each other before looking back at it.
"Fuck" Travis muttered.
He made a face before successfully sneaking out a keycard from the trolley.
"Things people do for sex." I spoke just to rile him up a bit and earned a seething glare in return.
"You want this dick or not." He said motioning his eyes towards his pants.
Oh yaaaa. Offcourse.
I choose not to answer the obvious and entered inside the room. I heard the door knob twited in and the faint sound of the footsteps approching me from the behind like a predator.
Within a few seconds his front was pressed against my back and I leaned in his touch.
His lips gazed my neck before finding my ear. "You sure?"
His tounge once again swept over my neck and I let out a moan. In a swift motion Travis spinned me towards himself.
My breathing was uneven because of the sweet torture my body just witnessed. "Answer me." His voice dropped a few octaves.
