His Yasmina [Completed]

Chapter 18-The Italian Bastard

The doctor and Lola were there waiting for when she opened her eyes. She woke up to an IV through her arm replenishing her with much needed electrolytes and other nutrients no thanks to being dehydrated.  Which explained why she felt so weak and exhausted. 

The doctor advised her to rest and eat properly. She'd been on bed rest for the entire day yesterday with Lola fawning over her and making sure she ate and drank enough per Cristiano's orders and the doctors.

He visited her—Cristiano.  With a cold, flat emotionless expression.

The once concerned Cristiano she saw the night before vanished. He came by only to warn her she was not permitted to go around and search the castle on her own. 

"You are not to be outside these walls at night.  There will be no outings, no visiting, no contact with anyone without my permission.  Furthermore, there will be no bothering me, my quarters, My staff..."  He went on and on looking at her expectantly waiting for her acknowledgment. 

He marked off the living area, kitchen, and a couple of hallways.  Everything else was off limits.  Little did he know she was bad at obeying rules.  His list infuriated her. His cold eyes and flat tone fueled her determination to leave.

She hated feeling restricted–enjoying the freedom to do what she wanted, when she wanted.  However, she kept her mouth shut when she really wanted to tell him to go to hell. 

He confused her, and frightened her just a little bit.

Her thoughts flash back to when he held her and carried her to bed.  The terrible thing was that she liked him touching her.  The warm look he sent her just before she passed out had its own effect. Leaving Jasmine feeling as though the rest of the world were somehow fading away until there was no on but the two of them.

Maybe she was making it up. Too delusional that night to even think straight.  She could have sworn she sensed the simmering potency of tightly contained emotions emanating from him.

If he lost control what would he do?

Jasmine shook her head at herself. She was not making it up. His lure was too powerful, the attraction too intense for her to deny or ignore.

One thing for sure, is the man he projected on the outside was different than the man he kept hidden on the inside. 

She sensed a core of goodness beneath all the darkness residing in him. That darkness repelled her yet he attracted her on a gut level far outweighing any other emotion and it scared her to death. For all his cruel words, and her fear of what he wanted, she liked the way he made her feel.  Shamefully, she admitted it all boiled down to her hormones. 

Her stupid hormones battling her rational sense of pride.  But if she was brutally honest, his concern that night produced a small flicker of comfort somewhere deep inside her.

However, as much as she was attracted to his lure, she despaired of the ever-present connection she experienced whenever he was near. There was something that reached inside and stroked her soul, as if the energy she felt vibrating from him was a silken thread that found a part of her inner being and swaddled it. It was unnatural, these emotions. Yet, it was proving to be almost impossible to remain calm and immune to him. A part of her fought him and another set of yearnings was brought to life within her–yearning she had successfully repressed through the years.