God of Temptation

Chapter 53

~Ariella~

I fixate on the side profile of the man behind the wheel-a modern-day Greek God. His strong hand, interlinked with mine, rests on his thigh. His thumb traces delicate patterns on my skin, igniting sparks that sizzle down my spine. The car hums, and so does Remi-a low, melodic tune that vibrates through the air. My thighs clench involuntarily, caught between the rhythm of the road and the rhythm of his touch.

"Remi," I murmur, my voice barely audible over the engine's purr. "Where are we headed?"

He glances at me, and the smile that graces his lips is heart-stopping. I wish I could bottle it up, keep it for my eyes only. "A long drive, ma chérie," he replies, "Shall we play some music?"

I turn away, hiding the schoolgirl grin that threatens to betray my composure. "Sounds like a good idea," I say, my heart dancing a secret waltz.

And then he drops the bombshell, "By the way, has anyone told you how cute you look today?"

His mischievous smile sets my insides aflutter. "Oh, yes," I tease. "Evan did. He declared me adorable during class even today."

Remi's smile falters, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. "What do you mean by even today?

"He usually tells me I look adorable." I bite my lips to stop the smile from spilling out.

"Evan," he mutters under his breath. "I'll kill him."

I chuckle. "Aww, Remi, you're positively adorable when you're jealous."

He shoots me a mock glare, but his eyes twinkle. "Only for you, ma chérie."

As we glide along, the world outside blurs into a canvas of possibilities. Suddenly, my craving strikes-an urgent desire for something sweet. I point to an ice cream shop, "Remi," I implore, "can we get ice cream?"

His gaze softens, and he steers toward the shop. "Your wish is my command, ma chérie."

He unbuckles his seat belt, regarding me with a tender gaze. "What flavor do you want to get?"

I tap my finger against my lips, already knowing my preference, but it's delightful to have someone guess. "How about strawberry?"

"You don't like strawberry, Jailbait." Remi leans forward, his arms resting on the steering wheel, and those veins bulging out short-circuit my brain.

His eyes follow my gaze, and his smirk widens as he observes me lusting over his arm. Remi gets up from his seat and invades my space. He pushes me against the car door as he puts his veiny arm around my neck. There is force behind it, but it's not hard enough to cut off my airway.

"What flavor do you want, Jailbait?" Remi grits out, his smirk still in its place.

"I don't know?" I fib. I want to stay in this position longer.

"Well, how about I tell you?" Remi's hand goes to my waist, gripping me as his arm pushes me into the car door.

"You don't like vanilla, because it makes you think you are vanilla. You dislike chocolate because it is bland. Pistachio is no, for you, because you puke just by smelling it. Blueberry makes you mad, for no apparent reason." Remi's hand travels from my waist to my hair, where he grips on it hard and tilts my head to accommodate his face. Remi runs his nose alongside my neck where he inhales deeply, resting his face in the crook of my neck.

My breathing turns shallow, and I gasp when Remi bites on my pulse hard, "But being the psychopath you are, the only flavor you like is mint chocolate."

Remi's arm is replaced with his hand where he chokes me, cutting of my airway and then he latches his mouth on mine, kissing me hungrily as if he didn't just have dinner twenty-five minutes ago.

My windpipe is cut and if a little more pressure is applied it will snap. Remi's tongue invades my mouth, and I can taste the tiny sip of wine he had during lunch. The taste of Remi makes me dizzy, makes me tipsy. My tongue fights his and I grip the back of his neck, pulling him closer till my soft mounts are pressed against his pavement-like chest. We kiss and we kiss, not pulling away for air. My hips roll upwards, desperate for friction. Remi's hand travels up my thighs resting just above the place I want his hand and every roll of my hips brings his hand closer to where I want it.

His hand invades my panties, as he slides his fingers across my juices.

"Remi..." His name is a prayer, and I want him to do something. "Please do something." I whisper against his lips as I take the torture he is inflicting on my pussy.

"Tell me you love me." He grits out, a vein popping on his head.

My eyes snap to his, "Remi?"

"Tell me, Ariella." His voice is hard, but I can hear the pleading the desperation in it.

"I-" I don't know what to say. Remi's hand is still stroking my folds. I want to tell him I love him, but something in me stops from saying it. I snap my mouth shut and gulp down the non-existent saliva.

Remi backs away and I take deep breaths. My heart racing a mile per hour.

"Mint chocolate, is it?" He asks, his face unreadable.

Before I can respond he gets out of the car into the ice-cream shop. However, it's not his sudden change in mood that upsets me, it's the niggling feeling in the back of my neck.