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I still can't believe it. I can't believe that he did it. He kissed me.
His one arm was around my waist while the other held my nape, pulling me closer till no space was left between us.
His lips moulded with mine so perfectly that it took away my anger. My heart burning a while ago had calmed down, his touches adding water to my fire. I was flabbergasted by his sudden move.
It wasn't like those kisses in k-dramas or the fairytales where the time stops or the air blooms with love. Instead, it was like the fire inside us dancing in rhythm with our desires, the desires we had for each other. I did feel butterflies filling my stomach, and I somehow, happened to love that feeling because it was him making me feel it.
Feelings are dangerous and I don't know if my heart falls weak again and I end up falling for him. Our needs and desires are dark, and this darkness might shape our love unlike any ideal type of love. Obsession, addiction and possessiveness might get involved.
Never in my married life had I thought that this moment would happen and in a situation like this.
I had thought that I'd never let this happen again. I won't kiss anyone again but here I am—letting my contractual husband kiss the fvck out of me. I didn't at all feel like pushing him away. It was a new feeling and this feeling did give me collywobbles. My stomach twisted at the feeling of his lips against mine.
He didn't give a damn to his guards but I felt embarrassed. He was the only one sucking on my lips but feeling me not responding, he was about to detach when I pulled him by his collars and slammed my lips back on his.
I kept my eyes closed, tasting his lips. I sucked his lower lip slowly, devouring and savouring his taste each second. I don't know what has gotten into me that I just don't want to leave him. I never knew a kiss could be this addictive.
His hands slid from my waist and nape to my thighs, pulling me up before I wrapped my legs around his waist. We didn't break the kiss.
I gasped when I felt myself falling back only to realise he had pushed me inside the car before getting in and sat by me.
"Drive to the penthouse", he ordered his driver. I turned my gaze around me to find all of his guards getting inside the cars before they made their way to the said destination.
I looked back at him, who was staring blankly at his front. It did nothing but infuriate me.
How dare he act like nothing happened a while ago? Did he think of me as some toy? I wanted to yell at him and slap him for doing that to me. But I didn't. I was already behaving like a madwoman by driving like that.
Fixing my shirt, I sat silently looking out of the window. My breaths were heavy both because of anger and the breathless makeout session we had.
It did turn me on, it's even throbbing down there and moreover, I did notice the boner he has got. It's so evident against the tight black office pants he was wearing.
