PREDICTABLE | Mikhaloi [18+]

Pov.

A bewildered smile lingered on my face as I drove back to my condo.  What had just happened? Her kiss on the cheek, so unexpected, so…gentle.  Was she trying to cheer me up?  To hide my sadness from her?  The thought sent a wave of confusion through me.

I had vowed to make her life miserable.  To show her the pain she'd caused me.  But how?  The plan, so clear in my mind just moments ago, now seemed hazy and uncertain.

The warmth of the bath did little to soothe the turmoil inside me.  As I emerged, wrapped in my bathrobe, the doorbell rang insistently.  I opened the door to find the red-haired girl standing there, her eyes filled with an intensity that took my breath away.

"Yves, I need you," she said, pulling me into a tight embrace.  The warmth of her body against mine, the scent of her perfume, it all felt so familiar, so intoxicating.

Before I could even question her words, she closed the door behind us, sealing us in a world of our own.  She led me to the couch, her lips finding mine in a passionate kiss that deepened with every passing second.

The world outside faded away, replaced by the intoxicating heat of her touch, the urgent whisper of her desire.  And for a moment, I forgot everything else, lost in the intoxicating embrace of the woman who had both broken and captivated my heart.

I traced a path down her neck, leaving a trail of light kisses that turned into a gentle bite.  A soft moan escaped her lips as she tilted her head back, surrendering to the sensation.

I caught her lower lip between my teeth, a playful bite that drew a bead of blood.  "Ouch, careful," she murmured, her voice laced with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Sorry," I whispered, my lips finding hers again in a tender kiss.  The heat of her skin against mine, the taste of her, it was all too intoxicating.

My hand, driven by an instinct I couldn't control, slipped beneath her bathrobe.  Her skin was smooth and warm, and I found myself tracing the curve of her hip, the delicate line of her waist.  My fingers found their way to the center of her being, and I began to gently stroke her, the heat of her response sending a jolt of desire through me.

She gasped, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, breaking away from the kiss for a moment to catch her breath.  The intensity of her gaze, the way she looked at me with a mixture of longing and fear, ignited a fire within me.  This was more than just a game, more than just revenge.  This was something deeper, something primal, something that threatened to consume me.

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"Did you just come over because you were feeling frisky?" I teased, locking eyes with Max.

"I missed you. You left earlier without even saying goodbye," she pouted, her words softening my teasing tone.

"Come here, baby," I cooed, opening my arms to welcome her.

Max walked towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist as I nuzzled her neck. She leaned in for a kiss, but I playfully dodged, redirecting her to my neck. We were caught in a moment of longing, but before it could escalate, I gently interrupted.

"Hey, we just finished Kenie Lín," I reminded her.

"Eh? Oh, okay," she replied, a hint of confusion in her voice as she stood up and headed to the kitchen.

"Hey, come here," I called after her, a playful tone in my voice.

Ignoring me, she muttered a response and continued to the kitchen. I followed her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. "Feeling tough, Maxwell?" I teased.

She shrugged off my embrace, leaving me standing alone in the kitchen. "So sulky," I sighed to myself, feeling a mix of amusement and affection for her stubbornness.