Rescued by a Villain®

Chap. 12

Keisha:

I am aware. Of something. It starts slow coming in and then draws back, letting me yearn. It's a Sensation no doubt. A strong one. I sigh as I burrow deeper into the feeling as I turn closer to it. I hear a sigh and then a moan. It sounds foreign yet familiar.

It's coming from me. The sensation doesn't stop and I hear another sigh. I really don't want to wake up. It could be the Devil doing this to me though. And I can't allow it to happen. Or maybe I am overreacting. This can be a dream.

That's when I know I need to put an end to this feeling. I never have these kind of good dreams. The universe is too horrible to allow me that luxury. Not that I am complaining. I like it when the world is pitch black.

Popping one eyelid open, I squint as I see his face. I narrow it. This cannot be real. I am pretty sure I am dreaming so I squeeze my eyelids shut. I guess the universe finally has pity on me. Reality was a sucker anyway. But the Devil speaks. The Devil fúcking speaks.

"You're going to need to get up," he says and I feel my insides clench as another sensation comes to play. One I can't misplace. It's his hand on my a$$. There's an ache. A craving. It has no right to be happening now. But it's awakening. I have no control to stop it just like I can't stop the fact that I hate the bastard who's doing this to me. "Or I am going to draw the blinds."

There's a pounding in my head and I focus on that than the other ache I am feeling down below. It's the only way I can get up and not jump him.

"You know, you need to let me out of here," I stated, my eyes closed tight as I leaned against his broad back. "This place is insalubrious for me and you know it."

He shifts and I open my eyes as he turns on the bed to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed. Shít, I was screwed. He was both handsome and dangerous with that look. Why the hell is it hard not to jump a man?

I cock my head at him, frowning as well. There is something wrong with me. Immediately, I look away as I gulp in a breath of air that doesn't seem quite enough but I can manage. I was suffocating and I couldn't do anything about it because of those eyes. Those eyes that trapped me. I press a hand to my chest just when I felt his hand on my back, a slow burning trail up from the base of my spine to my neck. I then have the terrifying thought of him choking me. But soon it isn't terrifying at all. The thought really brings excitement which was the cause for the spike in adrenaline making my heart clap louder than thunder and hurt my ribcage that I am pretty sure I have a bruise there if one wasn't already there. Damn if I isn't hyperventilating over a guy. Never gonna admit it though. Some things are just for you to due with.

Well, quite obviously he is no ordinary guys. Ordinary guys I could handle...this? Shít, what is this? He has to be some fúcking alien.

"What's happening? Are you okay Giorgio?" The mention of my father's name had me tensing, slowly taking control of whatever was happening to me. This couldn't be real. Definitely not. Again, he is a fúcking alien or some voodoo crap I never believed in.

"Well I don't know," I smile groggily, moving to sit up and almost toppling over. He grabs my arm in time and I feel a little light headed. "If you weren't so freaky, I would be in proper shape."

He rolls his eyes, eyes glinting brightly with mischief. Damn, he is good looking. A$$hole.

"You know you aren't bad looking," I say and he cocks his head at me. The cocky bastard. I would roll my eyes if only I have enough energy for that. Shít! What time is it? "You are just a horrible person."

Being honest here. Completely honest. I can never be anything else. Okay, so that's a lie. But it is more genetic, not really me.

"Did you expect anything better?"