Mr. & Mrs. Impossible!

Chapter 34

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*Arianna Lancaster*

“Because…” he parted his lips and his gaze dropped down to my lips sending a burning lure through out my whole being.

I was ready to hear what he had to say but a distant flame was igniting somewhere between us which made it very difficult for me to concentrate on anything. It wasn’t fair how Chase made me feel and never told what he had felt.

“Because why Chase?” I pressed sounding all breathy –seductive, to myself. Stupid me. Chase didn’t have this much affect on me… or maybe he did.

My words or maybe tone brought his gaze back to mine. His ever so penetrating, hypnotizing eyes, melting like graying steel yet so flamingly soft… and his jaw set in a straight line, clenched in concentration as he studied every feature of my face… and his ever so seductive lips, luring; some gravity that always pulled me towards him.

Can a person be so alluring?

This was just inhuman.

“Because…” he whispered huskily pulling me out of the trance.  My heart suddenly raced faster. “…you’re just mine to be kissed by.”

Before the words could truly sink in, he captured my mouth in his, kissing with the hunger that I had only seen once; the night of my debut ball. He had left me breathless, almost numb then and he would do it now, I knew it.

But I won’t let him until I get to know what this will truly means. I won’t let him make me feel so many things for him without knowing how he really feels.

This was surely not just couple for benefits stuff!

Steadying the swaying of my lips which were magically moving with Chase’s hungry plunges, I forced him away with my hands on his chest.

He looked at me, totally exasperated.

“But I’m not your play toy!” I hissed feeling a little humiliated. He stared at me for a while until I turned my back at him and walked away with the suitcase in my hand.

This was just not working. I didn’t know how to make him say it!

He was just so frustrating!

“But I’m not done punishing yet.” He caught me half way, spinning me around so badly, I lost the grip on the bag and it hit the wall with a thud.

He gripped my wrist tight enough to snap it. For the seconds that he glared down at me, I tried to loose his grip but it was concrete.  He was so consumed in eating me down with his eyes that he didn’t even seem to notice me trying to release myself.

A moment later he started, in a dangerous whisper. “I can start from here…” he brought his lips to mine –I held my breath, ready to taste him but slipped away just a second before, brushing through my jaw. I felt burns where he touched, until he stopped at my ear and nibbled at my earlobe.

The painful memory of him torturing me at my house suddenly shot in my mind. I remembered the flame in his eyes, the roughness of his hands and the harshness of his words.

Suddenly I was really scared of him. I wished I hadn’t instigated him.

I tried to push him but instead his grip on my arms tightened which sent a wave of pain through out me. His other hand worked at my back and slowly crept down until he was touching my sensitive part. My back stiffened at the sudden torture.

He sensed the tension and let out a low dark chuckle. “…or I can do this all… night… long…” he afflicted some more with his face buried in my neck, he placed burning kisses all the way down to my collar bone and continued to erect me down until I couldn’t really take it and a small moan escaped my mouth. “You choose…” he whispered in a huskily, dangerous voice.