Risky Dirty Games

Chapter 6 - Triple B's: Breakfast, Butterflies, Bastard

-Kylie's POV-

He stood right in front of me, gazing intently before breaking into his famous all knowing smirk and said in an un-fucking-believable sexy voice that automatically went straight down to my core. This guy is gonna be the death of me!

"Is this the version of a breakfast in bed you have in mind Ky?" I shifted uncomfortably, hearing those words from him gives life to the butterflies that keep on fluttering back and forth in my stomach. He continued to torture me, he stared anywhere but me. It made my brain melt.

I don't know what scheme his filthy mind is formulating but I'm sure as hell I'm not going to make his diabolical work any easier. Keyword: NOT. That bastard is really enjoying this. I should give him the credit for getting under my skin no time.

As his eyes held mine, it felt like we were the only persons in the room, (apparently you both are!)  My subconscious decided to piped in and gave me her incredulous commentary in a duh tone. Wonderful! Now, I'm going crazy, I'm talking to myself, to be specific, to my subconsious! Just great. Please note the obvious sarcasm. 

His eyes were mesmerizing, I easily had gotten lost in them, multiple times. It was a strange feeling, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. It felt like those silvery blue eyes are keep on pulling me in, pulling me deeper than ever. His eyes were not only looking at me but through me. I couldn't shake the feeling. Damon taunts me like no tomorrow. This is going down fast if I don't get a hold of myself. I need to be in control. Damon is not an open book that I could instantly read, he is a book with a padlock. I must've found my rightful competition. 

He cut me off shortly, "Again, staring is just plainly rude kitten, but nobody's complaining." He raised his hands like he was surrendering something of importance and he flashed me his mega-watt smile that can basically be the reason why there are cases of cardiac arrest. Again, this guy is so full of himself. I don't know what's worse, his ego bigger than the air in his head, or the other way around.

"Don't flatter yourself too much doggie." I struggled to keep a straight face, I almost lost it and just laugh my ass out. I mean, his face was beyond the word priceless. Two can play a game.

His all knowing smug expression is now plastered all over his face, like he knew a secret I didn't. Dammit! I just challenged him to go further more.

I glanced at his direction and saw he was already staring back at me. He took a steady step towards the bed, taking his time, one foot after the other, not even leaving his eyes away from mine, I gulped in anticipation. Drinking in the sight of Damon made my insides go haywire. I gritted my teeth, hating how fast the butterflies were swirling in my stomach. I swear! I will fucking kill these butterflies!

He sat in front of me, he was close enough that I could practically feel the course of heat radiating from him and penetrating on my skin, making me itch with an urgency to reach out and touch him.

A comforting silence envelopes us and it was thick with sexual tension that hangs back in the background. All I could only afford to do was get lost yet again with those taunting silvery blue eyes of his. He took a strayed hair on my face and locked it behind my ear. He leaned forward, only inches separating us apart, he touched the cheek of my face, drawing circles with the pad of his thumb, soothing calm engulfed me and I involuntarily closed my eyes and leaned against his hand. He came closer, his mouth and hot breath brushing against my ear.

"Arf. Arf." My eyes flutter open. Before I could make sense of what he said and what was really happening, he half dragged my ass to the kitchen. With no options, I reluctantly followed.