Trap | Ran Takahashi

Chapter 2 🔞

Natasha

Even behind the wheel, Ran maintained his composure and air of confidence. His hands were firm on the gear shift, steering the car with ease. His strong, muscular forearms flexed slightly as he controlled the vehicle, a display of control and mastery. Even in this simple act, he exuded a masculine, dominant energy.

We arrived at his place, the car pulling into an open garage. Ran got out of the car first, coming around to my side to help me out. My legs felt like jelly, still unsteady from the alcohol, and I leaned on him for support as he helped me out of the passenger seat.

As I stood there, leaning on Ran for support, I took a moment to take in the surroundings around his place. Even just looking at the exterior, I could tell that his place was going to be something else. The building was modern and elegant, with clean lines and a sleek aesthetic. It was obvious that a lot of care and attention had gone into both the design and maintenance of the place.

Ran opened the front door and ushered me inside. The interior of the place was just as impressive as the outside, with modern decor, high ceilings, and luxurious finishes. The entrance hall opened up into a spacious living room and kitchen area, and I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp of appreciation at the sheer scale and grandeur of the place. Ran locked the door behind us, double-checking the lock to ensure we were secure inside. The sound of the lock clicking shut echoed in the quiet space, reminding me that we were now secluded and alone together.

My hand moved of its own accord, slowly tracing its way across his chest. His shirt was smooth under my fingers, the fabric thin enough that I could feel his firm muscles underneath. I could feel his heart thump against my palm, a steady, strong beat that seemed to echo my own racing pulse.

He turned his gaze towards me, his eyes meeting mine. There was a smoldering intensity in his gaze, a heat that was impossible to ignore. I felt suddenly vulnerable under his stare, my own eyes widening slightly as I took in the fierce desire and lust I saw in his expression.

My voice was a mere whisper as I spoke, my words tumbling out in a breathless rush. "I want you," I repeated, the statement plain and uncomplicated. But the words held a world of meaning within them, expressing both my intense desire and my growing desperation for him.

A small, arrogant smirk passed over his lips at my words, his expression one of sheer male confidence and self-assurance. It was a look that made my stomach flutter and my heart thump harder in my chest. There was something about his smugness that both annoyed me and aroused me in equal measure.

I let out a small squawk of surprise as he suddenly scooped me up, his strong arms easily lifting me as he threw me over his shoulder with ease. The sudden movement made me giggle, the alcohol still in my system making everything slightly more hilarious than it normally would have been. He began walking up the stairs, my head bobbing with each step as I hung helplessly over his shoulder.

He reached the top of the stairs and stopped, the sound of a door knob twisting filling my ears as he opened the door to his room. He walked inside and kicked it closed behind us, the click of the lock sounding unnaturally loud in the sudden quiet. I hung over his shoulder, my arms dangling down his back as I waited to find out what he was going to do next.

He carried me to the bed, gently laying me down on the plush mattress. The bed was large and indulgently soft, the covers silky smooth and the pillows plump and comfortable. I sunk into the soft, luxurious fabric as I lay there, my limbs feeling like they were sinking into a cloud.

He walked over to the bedside table and flipped the small lamp on, bathing the room in a soft, warm glow. The light was subtle and intimate, casting shadows and highlights across his face and body. His features were beautiful in the amber light, his eyes seeming to burn with desire and possession.