"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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Vittoria stumbled slightly as she left towards the washroom hallway, the alcohol coursing through her veins making her movements unsteady.
Her head was still buzzing from the vodka, as she pushed open the door to the washroom. The cool air inside sobered her just enough to regain her balance. As she studied herself against the sink, blinking a few times to make her blur view clear.
She with the help of the wall walked inside one of the capsules to release her full bladder; after doing her business she walked back to the sink where she had kept her hand bag.
Unaware that someone is watching like a predator, though she feels a strange prickling sensation at the back of her neck, a sign that something isn't right.
She splashes cold water on her face, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling.
Just as she was about to turn, she sees a man reflection whom she did not like, his presence filling the small room with overwhelming intensity.
Vittoria's heart skipped a beat, though she would never admit it.
The man took steps forward, making himself more visible, Rocco's reflection- his eyes dark, intense, filled with a mix of longing and something else she can't quite place.
His dark hazel eyes, lost in her captivating chocolate brown ones.
Despite her resolve to hate him, her body betrays her, remembering the way his touch had made her feel...
Her hold on her hand bag gets tight every passing minute, "What the hell are you doing here?" She spat, masking her unease with anger.
Rocco did not flinch. He steeps closer, his eyes never leaving hers, a mix of desire and something deep that Vittoria refused to acknowledge.
"Couldn't let you wander off alone," he said, his low and rough.
He unbuttons his coat, and removes it, while putting it over her shoulder. Her pulse quickened, when he pulls her throw the coat's collar.
This man had an infuriating way of getting under her skin.
"I can take care of myself," she snapped, turning away from him, but she could feel his gaze burning into her back
Rocco moved closer, closing the distance between them. She could feel the warmth of his body just inches away, the scent of him- a mix of leather and something uniquely his- invading her senses.
"I know you can," he murmured, his breath ghosting over her ear, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.
