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What a fool I am; how could I not predict that? People like Astor never play fair.
"Next question, please," he says, looking straight into my eyes without even trying to deny my accusations.
Chapter Eight
Dominic
When she opens the last button, and the blouse falls open, I hold a breath. Serena is wearing a white, slightly transparent lace bra which emphasizes her full round breasts perfectly.
When I imagined what lingerie she would wear when I undressed her, I always thought she would be wearing something simple, like a cotton black sports top. And still, I wanted to undress her.
Now, when I know what a beautiful body she has under all those oversize clothes she wears, I don't care about the lingerie anymore. The only thing that bothers me is whether she'll ever let me see more.
When I look up into her big brown eyes, I see that she's feeling scared and insecure. Her face is pale and terrified, and her body is tense.
I know I'm an asshole: I tricked her. Obviously, I didn't think I would answer all those questions, mostly because I didn't even prepare myself for them. But I answered the first two incorrectly on purpose, knowing that I’d have a better chance of her agreeing to the game if I did.
"Serena." I whisper her name, and it sounds like a prayer from my lips. A plea to a woman I want the most in this life.
I want to tell her so much. I want to explain to her how beautiful she is, how unbelievably attractive I find her, how desperately I want her.
But will she believe me? After everything that she’s heard about me?
"There's one more question left." I point to the notebook on the table, forcing myself to look away from her gorgeous body.
"I'm not going to take off my blouse," she warns, crossing her hands over her chest.
"You're so beautiful." I look straight into her eyes when I say it, to make her believe in my every word. "You're the most beautiful creature in the world."
"Stop it." She blushes, looking away.
Why doesn't she believe me? Isn't it obvious how I feel from the way I look at her?
"I don't want to stop," I continue, slightly moving closer. The smell of her vanilla body cream hits my nose. "I can't get my eyes off you."
I take her hand in mine and press it to my lips, giving a slight kiss to her palm. A shiver ripples across her skin. And I feel my pants getting tighter.
She wants me just the way I want her.The thought hits my mind, and my heart jumps with joy inside of me.
"I'm not asking you to take it off," I whisper, continuing kissing her palm, "but the winner needs his prize. Do you know what's mine?"
She slightly shakes her head and clears her throat. She looks like a little lamb stuck in a cage with a wolf.
"You are my prize, Serena." I lean closer, and before she can process what I'm saying, I press my lips to hers, placing my palm on the back of her neck.
She startles in surprise but does not push me away, first pressing her lips together tightly but then parting them slightly for me.
I place my other hand on her waist, dying to touch her bra but restricting myself from doing that. It's too soon; she's not ready yet.
I brush my thumb over her cheek and enter her mouth with my tongue, tasting her sweet cherry lips. She smells like vanilla but tastes like Christmas: cinnamon latte mixed with sweet caramel roll. I love everything about this taste, and I swear that I haven't tried anything sweeter.
I can't keep myself from squeezing her waist with my hand and move even closer. Too bad the chairs are so small; I would've taken a seat next to her already. Instead, I lean as close as I can, pressing my chest to her exposed and beautiful breasts.
She moans into my mouth and pulls away immediately, looking at me, terrified.
"Why did you do that?" she asks in surprise, looking slightly offended. What kind of question is that?
"I did it because I wanted to," I say, not breaking our eye contact.
