ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ

Chapter 19

Amelia

Gabriel's words from a few days ago when we went on a drink, were still ringing in my head.

On Friday, a press conference will be held in our company on the occasion of cooperation with Reese technology.

Friday come quickly, but what does not come to an end is the extreme anxiety in my body. It's as if every part of me howls in agony, longing to see his face, hear his voice, feel his merciless gaze on me.

I can't shake him out of my mind, because it seems that what you turn your back on, only breathes down your neck even more.

Closing the laptop, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, fixing my hair and lipstick, nervously glancing at the rest. Of course, I did it for the press. Only because of that. I convinced myself.

The meeting room was packed with journalists, while the front seats were reserved for us, few representatives from both companies.

Gabriel was already waiting for me and when he saw me, he waved his hand, inviting me to sit next to him.

There were two more available seats next to mine, and just looking at them made my palms start to sweat.

I was angry at the lack of control I had over myself and how needy I had become. Stone also resist hard times, but it is the waves that shape them little by little.

"The conference starts in five minutes."

Gab said to me from the side, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Heat suddenly started spreading from one side of my body to everyway possible. The familiar smell of a lethal dose of perfume and testosterone surrounded me like a cloud of smoke, lifting me to its heights.

"I'm glad you were able to make it Mr. Reese, despite your busy schedule."

Gabriel's voice made its way through my ear canals, but very quickly evaporated like steam, as Sebastian's appearance leaves no room for anyone else to inhabit your senses but himself.

I unconsciously turned my head towards him and our eyes collided like titans. His stare was dark and destructive, dangerous and alluring.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a female silhouette next to him. A slim brunette with straight shoulder-length hair and a serious face of unreal beauty. She addressed him, placing her palm on his upper arm. Her red nails were the same shade as her lipstick.

"The car will be waiting for us in 15 minutes in front of the building. Everything is ready."

Without taking his eyes off me, he answered her. His voice was like a sedative to my simmering longing.

"Make it 30. I have some unfinished business here."

"It is time."

Gabriel said and gently pulling my hand, he dragged me in front of the microphone where we all thanked each other and spoke briefly about our project.

His eyes were on me all the time, so much so that I felt naked in front of all the cameras and people in the room. And especially in front of him. I had the feeling that he could see not only my body but also all the flaws that lived inside it.

Finally, the press were looking for our picture where the two of us will shake hands.

I extended my hand to him, my palms were sweaty and the pulse on the back of my hand was raging.

After emitting a few flashes, he approached me imperceptibly, his voice made every hair on my head stand on end.

"I didn't think I'd make you sweat this easy. I wonder if I make you wet just as easily too."

The redness on my cheeks has reached astronomic proportions. His wicked grin told me how much he was actually enjoying this.

"Sebastian, we have to go."

A female voice belonging to his entourage said.

Gabriel wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly.

"You were excellent as always, beautiful. Calm and composed."

"What else did you expect from me you sweet talking bastard?"

In the moment of attention I paid to Gab, Sebastian disappeared from my sight. The hall was already almost half-empty and after shaking hands with a couple of journalists I know personally, I went to the office to get my things, and I couldn't wait to go home and throw myself in bed.

My back were facing the door, as I collected my things from the desk.

"I don't like Gabriel being so touchy around you."

His voice, his two-decade-old whiskey voice, began to slide over my palate.

"Actually, I don't like anyone's hands on you."

His breath swirled across my neck, sending millions of little goosebumps traveling south, spreading like a deadly virus.

"Except mine."

His hands were firmly planted on my waist, clinging tightly to my skin like a leech.

"Wasn't I clear enough with you?"

I told him flatly as every atom in my body threatened to explode.

"You see. . ."

The baritone of his voice made my legs buckle.

"I have a characteristic trait that I am especially attracted to forbidden things and those that are out of my reach. Then I aim even more brutally at them. They become my prey and I become their merciless hunter."

His fingers brushed the side of my neck, brushing a strand of hair away. He came closer to me, the warmth his body radiated, melting me in waves.

"I want you. Even if that makes you hating me in the end. You'll bask in the intensity of your hatred as you writhe beneath me, begging me not to stop because your hatred for me will be the sweetest feeling that has ever filled your body."

His soft lips touched the skin of my neck almost imperceptibly with every word that flowed from them.

"You're right. I'm no good for you. And I will persist in destroying you for everyone else but myself."

He said, turned and disappeared. He left me alone with my feelings on overdrive, while his voice full of passion, suppressed anger and something much darker continued to live in me for a long time afterwards.