Dangerously Tempted

Chapter 7: Payback

Odile

It was rather funny, Isabel had been angry with me for days. Her temper showed in everything she did. Walking past me she would brush by, when I spoke she had a sarcastic response for everything. At first I was annoyed and then it slowly became amusing. Watching her frustration over something she had started and I had warned her not to. It had been so hard to pull away from her that night. I had almost lost it at the feeling of her hips grinding on me. If I had let it continue any longer she would have won, she would have broken my restraint. I wanted to pull her closer, to feel the softness of her lips on mine, but I knew I couldn't. Not yet. Not until she admitted what I already knew. That she needed me just as much as I needed her. The struggle to stay patient was tearing at me, but I couldn't let her win so easily. There had been a hesitation when she was confronting me. I knew she was struggling just as much as I was. I wanted to have her so badly, to consume her completely. But I needed to wait, I couldn't rush things, as hard as it was I needed to wait.

Isabel was contemptuous about ignoring me, it was her new mission and I loved it. Her being angry with me was hot.

"You're still mad aren't you." We were outside on the patio, it was another sunny day, rain had swept in a few days prior and I was not missing this opportunity. The wind was a little heavy today, Isabel seemed frustrated with that, wisp of her hair kept going into her face as she tried to read.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She ran her hands through her hair again, trying to pull it back.

I closed my laptop and placed it on the small folding table. She didn't bat an eye, the tips of the book pages kept flapping. The black rubber band left a red mark on my arm once I removed it. Isabel might have been frustrated with me but she looked comfortable in the round chair and I knew she didn't have a tie on her.

She looked up at me, confused and still annoyed as I got up and made my way to her.

"What are you-"

She turned her head following me as I walked behind her.

I reached out and pulled her dark waves behind her, tracing my hands back over to grab the loose strands. She shuddered under my fingertips.

As much as she wanted to pretend with herself, I knew she was enjoying this. The tension. I knew I was. She swallowed, hard and shifted in her seat. It thrilled me, the way her body betrayed her anger. Even if she wouldn't admit it, her reactions spoke volumes. Every tremble, every shift, told me that I was getting to her. I wanted to break that defiance, to make her give in completely.

I enjoyed watching her squirm. If anything it showed how much she was affected by something so small as pulling her hair back. That standoffish attitude was slipping from her grasp. And in its place was neediness. She kept shifting, tightening legs together and then releasing slightly. Wanting to drag this out as long as I could, I let go of her hair, letting it fall back over her shoulders and then repeated the process of pulling it back up.

Isabel's frustration was apparent. She sighed out multiple times. Tempted to do it again, I dismissed the feeling and tied her hair up before leaving it, satisfied with the end result and went to stand in front of her.

Her attention stayed on her book, gripped tightly in her hands. She needed something to focus on. But I was focused on her. Entirely on her.

"What do you want, Odile?" Her bitter tone filled my head with distaste.

You. The irresponsible feeling that had taken over me was driving my every move.

Ignoring her question, kneeled down in front of her, drawing her eyes up from her book. Confused, she lowered the book, folding the page down and closing it.