Maven and Adrianna were like the sun and the moon. Their paths were meant to cross but not to sync eternally.
Both from prominent wealthy families separated by hatred and vendetta, they should've left it at that. But fate has a funny way to let them...
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"Ease up" I said with a faint smile.
With two gowns I held on two separate hangers, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room while I watched Maven, sprawled on his stomach while lying on my bed, as he frowned at me through my reflection.
"Stop with the long face, Maven" I said in amused exasperation as I whirled around, still holding the gown to my body.
Dark brows drew together in a slight frown as he surveyed the gown in front of me, he said grimly "I really don't like this"
"Which one? This red or black?" I asked warily, turning my back to him to see it for my self. I still can't decide which one to wear for my Dad's birthday tonight, debating from my Oscar De La Renta empire dress or my Valentino.
Then my eyes met Maven through the mirror as he pushed himself up on his elbows.
"Actually I like you better without clothes" He teased with a lazy, devastating smile that made my knees weak while his gaze turned warm and sensual. As his fingers played along his lips, his eyes turned hooded as he said, "and I like it best when I'm the one taking the clothes off you"
"Maven, be serious" I said as I swatted his hands away when he tried to reach me. "Aren't these gowns gorgeous?"
"They're really gorgeous" He said in agreement without even looking at them and then he reached for me again, intending to draw me towards him. I jumped back so quickly that his fingers merely grazed my thighs
Obviously disappointed in my action, He said irritably, "Come here"
I shook my head but he was persistent on having his way so I turned around, dropped the gowns and lifted my hand, to which Maven's fingers immediately closed around it and hauled me towards him.
"I'm serious." He said as he grabbed for my hip. "You're beautiful. Painfully. Agonizingly beautiful. You look like the rest of my life"
Now, I stood between his thighs as he looked up at me and added, "andI'm not liking the thought of meztisong hilaw getting his hands on you"
I felt the rush of warmth through my veins and later to my cheeks when I felt his hands kneading my flesh. I squirmed and gasped as I felt one of his hands palmed my breasts over my tank top in a possessive manner.
I wasn't wearing a bra so it was easy for him to start fingering my nipples, it elicited goosebumps on my skin and a small whimper escaped my lips.
Heat was pulsating all over his eyes as I looked down at him when he said "Akin lang lahat ng ito"
Strong arms like steel wrapped around me, he slumped down to my bed, dragging me along with him. Now sprawled, chest-to-chest and on top of his body, I felt how his eyes feasted on every feature of my face as if drilling every detail at the back of his head, before his coal-dark eyes turned smoldering while it fell on my lips.
