Betrothed To Him

Chapter Fifteen❧

Betrothed To Him

Chapter Fifteen: ❧

Lana Houstan P.O.V

"W-what are you doing?" I asked already out of breath. So much for the oath I took to never kiss him.

What am I doing?!

A nudge brings me back to reality. I'm in Ian's arms, my arms wrapped around his neck. Our noses were touching and his bare skin inches away from mine. It was almost impossible to focus with all the heat radiating between us. I shook my head ceaselessly.

I wasn't even drunk, how could this possibly happen.

He leans over and whispers nonchalantly, "You want this just as bad as I do," 

No, I don't! 

This is bad. I don't go for Ian's type anymore, I promised myself I'd never go back to the people of my past. I can't go back.

"Keeping it a secret is our thing, Lana." He says. I felt him smirk against my neck as his fingers tease me with soft gentle strokes down my spine and I feel a jolt inside me. 

Flashbacks of our many nights together came before me, causing me to shake my head in hopes of dismissing the thoughts and the visions of our past.

"Ian, you have to stop" I put my hands on his chest to push him away while trying to gain composure, but he keeps coming back for more like it's a game.

I didn't know what came over me but I couldn't get myself to stop him. A soft whimper escaped my lips when he tightened his grip around my waist pulling me harder into him. 

My arms felt numb under his touch. It was like I'd forgotten what it was like to be kissed until moments ago. Without hesitation, he brings himself closer, as if there were any space left between us. "No." His breath fans my ear. 

In two swift movements, he lifted me up and sat me on his lap. My legs instantaneously wrap around his waist. It was like I had no control whatsoever. 

He ran his hands over my body. Slowly, he began to caress my waist, wrapping his arms around me like a snake while his fingers slowly worked my shirt buttons free, all while he held my gaze. He knew he shouldn't be touching me and his touch was evil. But yet, his touch caused my body to respond and betray me further. 

I kept my gaze focussed on the motion of his hands, deliberately avoiding his strong gaze. 

I felt betrayed by my own body. 

The silk shirt I was wearing hung loosely over my breasts. Something was dizzying about his touch, something terrifying that made it easy to give in, and hard to breathe. I suddenly felt like I couldn't get close enough to him. Something clicked in me, it was now or never.

I struggled to breathe in the air around me. Was there any air left? I couldn't tell too much was happening all at once. I couldn't let him take over. I didn't have time to worry about why his touch affected me this much, I needed to stop whatever was going on. Before I regretted it.

I open my mouth to put an end to Ian's impetuous behaviour when a rapid vibration rattles against my legs and I twitched before him. The sound of a phone buzzing continues into Ian's pocket. Ian looks down at his pants as if contemplating whether he should answer it or not.

I decided this was my cue to unwrap my legs and get up. I quickly straighten my shirt and grab the tools I took from the first aid kit. I tried to look distracted as I placed everything back in the kit that I requested from the housemaids. The phone buzzing continued. Whoever this person was, it seemed like it was urgent.