Dangerous Kiss (On Hold)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

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Arya's furry burst out of her as she realized who this devil of a man was, "IT WAS YOU!"

It was the shadowed figure that freaking 'tested' her.

The man's voice was deep and lightly rough, like a purr of a lion, "Well. You caught on fast, my dear."

"I am not your DEAR!" Arya hissed and her hand slid behind her back, grasping the hilt of the hidden dagger. The man's posture was perfect, perfectly dangerous.

It took less than a blink for the man to pounce, push Arya against the wall, grab her hand, and pluck the dagger out of her grasp.

His hard body pressed Arya's curvaceous body into the wall. Hard and soft. Another opposite.

However, in Arya's mind, she was trapped between two walls. Both were stiff, strong, and unmoving. However, one wasn't nearly as warm as the other.

"Let me go!" Arya snarled, squirming under his chiseled body. He held her down like python with prey in its grasp. His tongue ran across his lips before he leaned forward.

"And why would I want to do that? You just tried to attack me." His breath tickled her ear and shivers ran through her body. A coy smile took those full lips of his.

She hissed.

He tilted his head in a strangely animalistic way. His silver eyes raked up and down her face before stopping at her eyes, "You are the first woman to resist me." A chuckle quivered from his chest, his head tilting the other direction, "It is quite sexy, since no other woman has ever tried to attack me or deny me."

"Congratulations! I'm your first! Want a sticker?" Arya spitted, still struggling against his viper-like hold.

One word ringed between her ears, Dangerous.

His laugh was seductively deep, "No. I think I want to catch you."

He leaned in and Arya's body stilled. His lips hovered by the side of her neck. "And I want to tame you," His whisper feathered across her neck sending shudders down her body.

Tamed....

Arya bit her lip.

His lips touched Arya's neck, planting a warm alluring kiss on the sensitive skin. She strangled back a small moan.

Why is this happening? No man has ever made me feel anyway other than disgusted!
A small voice hinted out, Neither has any man held me captive in his impossibly hard arms.

Arya felt as his lips twist into a grin against her neck. Something burst out of the door behind them. "Ah, right on time." He started to pull away before giving a quick nip to her earlobe.

A gasp fled Arya's choked throat and her body stiffened. Arya felt his fangs. Vampire.

A familiar voice rung to the left of them, "Arya?"

The man scoffed darkly, his body shielding Arya's view, "Told you." He pulled away, revealing Chance Underwood. Arya's first and only love and then her first and only heartbreaker.