I leave the dining
room and walk down the passage toward the patio I know leads to guest condos
behind the house. I spot her standing out on the large patio alone, her dark
hair blowing around her. Like a sea siren, I think everything about her calling
out to me. I walk up behind her, caging her with both my hands on either side
of her waist. She stiffens against my chest, but immediately turns in my arms,
her eyes wide, captivating, everything.
“What the hell are
you doing here?”
“I’m supposed to
apologize,” I tell her with a shrug, the smell of lavender from her hair
surrounding us.
“Whatever for?
Entitled assholes like you can say and do whatever they want, right? I have had
my fair share of that growing up.” She places her hands on my chest and pushes
against me, but realizing she’s up against a brick wall, makes her drop her
hands to her sides.
I lift my hands to
her face, cupping one cheek. I trace my fingers over her lips, and she sucks in
a breath. “You make me want to anger you, so I can extinguish those flames in
your eyes. I want you to look at me, the way you look at him. Like you don’t
hate me.” We both know who I mean.
“He’s not an asshole
like you are.” she bites back.
“How would you know?
I’ve known Ravi my entire life.”
“Nobody is as cruel
as you are, Sai.” Hearing her say my name, has my mouths pulling into a grin on
its own accord. There’s anger in her gaze, but there’s want, need desire, and
all the things I want to claim as my own. My hand slips down the side of her
dress, resting on her hips, my fingers digging into them.
“I’m cruel, Güzel. I
infuriate you, I will hurt you, but I can also make you feel things like nobody
else can.” My hand traces up her dress, and I cup a breast. “I can make you
scream my name. I can make you fall to your knees,” I whisper, and she shivers
as my hands continues down the length of her body.
“Tell me to stop.
Tell me to leave you alone, but mean it. If you don’t mean it, don’t say a
thing.”
“Stop.” she says
breathlessly. My hands lower until they reach the hem of her dress. I grip her
silky thighs, and I’m suddenly heady from the bourbon and the scent of her.
“You’re lying. I
know when you’re lying. You can’t look at me.”
“This is not real.
This is not real.” she whispers, and I smile at her.
“What isn’t real, Prensesim?”
“You, me, this?”
“But I’m here, and
you are here, and I’m making you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
“I dreamed about
it.” Her eyes are closed, her lips parted.
“So, you do dream
about me?” I run my nose along her nape. “What do you dream about, Güzel?” I
whisper in her ear, placing a kiss on her earlobe. My fingers continuing to
caress her thighs, moving much higher than they should. I don’t fucking care.
She sucks in a breath, and I lean in and lick along her neck. She tilts her
head, granting me access.
“That you were-” she
whispers, “touching me.”
“Do you want that?
Me, touching you, right here, now, for the world to see?”
“I-” She’s fucking
lost in arousal, and I know I’m the only one who can make this woman feel like
this. “It’s wrong.” she whispers.
