Cruel Kiss (On Hold)

Chapter 14- Tub Talks

"Thank you, Kenna." Emir says, seeming to relax a little.

He gives me a small smile before slipping into the tub to sit across from me. I startle, scooting away to get a little more distance between us. He lets out a soft chuckle at my action, and I shoot him a glare.

"What do you think you're doing? This is my bath, I didn't invite you in it." I say grumpily, my arms crossing over my chest.

His eyes follow my movement, darkening when they land on my breasts. My cheeks flame as he stares a moment longer before dragging his gaze back up to my face.

"I suggest you not tease me, Kenna. Not unless you want a repeat of last night." His rough voice growls out.

His voice sends a shot of heat to my core. I squeeze my thighs together in a vain attempt to relieve the ache. This man is going to kill me. I can't seem to keep my cool around him. It was honestly getting a little irritating.

"Kenna." He warns, his eyes narrowing when I don't move.

He makes a move to grab me and I shoot up like a rocket. Water sloshes everywhere as I fling myself out of the tub. I grab a towel from the cabinet and wrap it around myself. Then, I turn to glare at him. My heart was still pounding in my chest.

He had his hands behind his head as he reclined against the walls of the tub. A soft smile played on his lips and a wicked gleam shone in his eyes. His body was on full display, hard muscles rippling as he stretched. My gaze lingered on the sight, something that didn't go unnoticed by Emir.

"I thought you wanted to talk about Russia." I said, trying to change the subject.

Amusement flickered in his eyes. He knew I was trying to ignore what just happened. He rakes his eyes over my body for a moment, before his expression turns serious. He sits up and looks as though he's trying to find the right words to say.

"We do need to talk about it. It's important that I take you there." He begins, his eyes watching my reaction intently.

"Alright, why is it so important?" I urge him on, curious as to why he needed me to go so badly.

He sighs, bringing his hand up to run it through his hair. He gives it a little tug, peaking a glance over at me. The wet strands stand on end when he lowers his hand.

"I have to take you to meet the prince, and the other alphas too. My people have been searching for you for centuries, the others have a right to know that we've found you. If they don't already think I'm trying to keep you to myself, it'll be a miracle." He says, his jaw tightening in frustration.

"So the other alphas will be pissed that you're keeping me here?" I ask, worry and confusion lacing my words.

The other alphas seem to be a real ill-tempered bunch. It's a wonder they aren't all at war right now, if they get so easily provoked. I'm not so sure I want anything to do with them.

"One of them is your mate. Of course, they're going to be angry that I'm keeping you here." He says, his fists clenching.

"I thought you said you didn't care about my mate?" I ask, hurt and skepticism flooding my tone.

"I don't. This is more of a formality than anything." He growls, his eyes flashing.

Emir's muscles are tense and little tremors run through them. His knuckles are turning white from his clenched fists, and his eyes are flashing. He looks like he's going to lose control at any moment. I slowly walk over to him, careful to watch his movements. Despite last night, we still don't know each other that well, and I don't want him to turn on me.