The Bond of SIN (#YourStoryIndia)

chapter 3

I could hear some feeble noise of the doors sliding. I felt a hand on my face caressing me. It reminded me of my father. He used to slide the back of this finger over my cheek and tugged locks of unruly hair back when I used to be asleep. I used to catch his hand and tug it close to me. Hmmm I tugged at his hand again and was lost again.

The next thing I know that I felt drained and dizzy. I was thirsty. Hungry. I woke up Valentiniaus hand tugged close to my chest with him draped on to me. I was mortified with this realization.

'Oh no I must have tugged his hand like I used to do it with dad. Shit what am I to do?'

And suddenly my body was paralyzed when I absorbed my surrounding. I was in a spacious room on a king size bed draped in satin covers. I started analyzing every detail of the room, the rich brown curtains, the spotlessly clean side table, the soft cushions, the Persian rugs, and in all a new atmosphere. I slid my hand below the covers only to discover that I was wearing an inept negligee. My heart started pounding even harder.

'Did I sleep with him?'

'Did he undress me and got me into this thread of cloth that hardly hides my body?'

'What did I speak to him when I was unconscious?'

'And why am I in his room?'

'Oh dear God what have I done now?'

My mind was like a ticking clock when I felt him move his face deeper in my neck, his hands slithering down to my waist. I could feel the warmth of air in his breathing. He felt so warm and cozy. I tried turning my head slowly towards him and to glide myself from him to get away but to my hardship I could only move so much as to have a glance at his face. His well sculpted face. His looks were too virile for his own good. He was too hot and sexy every sculpted muscle echoing masculinity. But my favorite was his dark shinny hair. I just wanted to slid my fingers at the nape of his neck into his hair and tug them into my fist.

'Should I slide my hands? Maybe slowly I don't think he'll notice.'

'Fuck what am I doing? Why am I thinking of him. Catherine Lockwood he is your boss and Marcus' brother, do not think of marrying him.' I tried telling myself.

'He is arrogant and a complete rake. He will never be loyal to you.' I kept on thinking when suddenly I felt him move and I shut my eyes.

I felt him breath heavy and slip his hands away from me and slowly lifting his face from my neck and leg from mine. I heard him pop up and rush towards the shower room.

I slyly opened my eyes and found the room empty but the bathroom door was half ajar. I heard the shower go on. I quickly got up just to see myself in the mirror.

'I look sinful in this negligee of a nightdress. And my hair, fuck my hair looks as though I had wrestled my way to sleep.'

Before I could conclude anything more the shower stopped and I jumped back in the bed shutting my eyes pretending to sleep. I was so not ready to face him. I felt his presence as I could smell the lavender body wash and his after shave cologne. It was a very welcoming fragrance. I split my eye open and saw his back to me. Valentiniau's back, rich olive skin, muscular aptly in a V shaped and the rub held at its end. He was a sight for sore eyes. I could sense my heart beating as though it would jump out and my nipples taut.

I wanted to ogle a little longer, but suddenly he turned catching me stare at his body. I tried getting up when.

"Like what you see hmm?" He smirked with lifting an eyebrow.

I had never felt that embarrassed in my life.

"No." I immediately replied to hide my embarrassment.