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‘Ok,’ she took the chance without hesitation, crashing her lips on mine while her hands snuck beneath my jacket to travel the shape of my muscles with a lioness’s hunger.
This time, it was out of her own will, andthis timeit wasn’t the kiss of a slave forced to fulfill her part. It was the kiss of a lover — breathlessly slow, making a statement with unspoken words.
I craved that magical sensation of her tongue pulsing against mine, although I could punch myself for such thoughts. Fuck, I wanted her, and that was clouding my judgment. I was to have her even if that would cost me my dying breath. Driven by madness of greatness, I was going to make her mine, and it seemed I was one step closer to achieving that.
I felt her hand move from under my jacket in a thought-out gesture to get the blonde to leave.
Mouse was taking the final step to publicly claim me as her own. And I couldn’t let that go by unobserved, ‘I hope now you’re satisfied with my gift. Every man wants to fuck you and every girl wants to be you.’ I whispered without breaking the kiss.
But Mouse did.
She abandoned my lips to acknowledge the reality. Everyone was watching our every step. We were the supreme rulers of every person in that room and no matter how sheepish or pure her thoughts might have been, there wasn’t a chance in hell that kind of power didn’t have an effect on her. The respect and fear in their eyes, the lust glinting on their lips — a total game-changer for a girl like her.
And I was the one who made it all possible.
Maybe she didn’t want the power, but she needed it in every step of her own plan. Sooner or later she would get that.
Enough of the spotlight for the nightI decided, catching her hand and leading her to an armchair that I had my eyes set on for a while. It was occupied, of course, but that fucker who sat there didn’t need any explanation to figure that it was time to leave.
Without a single word being required, I was taking his seat, with Mouse comfortably settled on my lap.
The night didn’t end like that. Everyone present was trying to get a piece of me. I was already used to it by then, but at that moment it seemed to bother me so much stronger than before. Maybe because I needed to focus my attention elsewhere and they were standing in my way.
‘You, go bring me a punch,’ I asked one of the dorks that were migrating around me. I was convinced that I was going insane, but I felt I should make Mouse a little more comfortable. I wish I could say it was a part of some devious plan, but at that point, I was justpussmerized.
‘I know you don’t like the whiskey.’ I gave her the glass as soon as my slave returned, gesturing her to drink up.
It was an olive branch, one that I was sure I would regret offering at some point.
‘Jesus, I came here to relax, not for these idiots to do my head in,’ I let out an involuntary thought, wishing nothing more than some alone time with my newly named queen. Call it our honeymoon since that’s exactly where I was going with the night.
I needed to kiss her again, and defying everything my mind could accept, my thumb drove to trace the pattern of her lips while my own glued onto hers. Strangely, I concomitantly hated and loved what I was feeling. The unknown surge of emotions competing to explode within me with each mellow movement of our tongues.
It wasn’t a deal, at least not in those seconds. It was unlimited desire, crowned with the stigmas of the forbidden fruit. She — running away from the bad boy stereotype. And I — a loner that couldn’t conceive the thought of committing to someone for even a week.
The moment when just the union of our lips couldn’t suffice anymore came as fierce as I thought. My body was screaming for something more, but mostlyscreamingto be making herscream.
One of my hands got lost between her curls, securing her body against mine, while my other ran to the side of her waist, advancing upwards beneath her jacket.
‘I want you to answer a question. No bullshit.’ It was more like a trap than a question, but she didn’t need to know that.
However, she did sense something was off and requested she would be the one querying me first. Let’s just say she wanted to go back to the beginning and learn more about the bet I made with Ace.
The thought of prolonging her mystery and asking who knows what tantalizing gesture in return for an answer did cross my mind. But I felt I needed to have a different approach to the evening. And where else better to start with than the truth, ‘I was drunk-’.
‘Kinda like you are now?’ She couldn’t hold back the question. It wasn’t mere curiosity. It was coming from some insecurity she was trying to hide. Mouse needed to know if the intensity of the touches burning between us was surfacing from true emotions or just from the intoxicating taste of the alcohol.
‘I’m not drunk now.’ Maybe I was insane to confess that, knowing the real implications. I was admitting to another living human being that I could nurture any kind of emotion.
That kind of exposure was just a means to an end. At least that was what I was still trying to fool myself to believe.
I told her about the bet, about how Ace was trying to take my throne, and how fucked up my life really was — temporarily. Though nothing of that mattered. What mattered was that I was letting someone else into my world, chipped and cracked as it was. She wasn’t just scratching the surface, seeing the man always in control that I was posing into. She was taking a glance at the scarred fucker that constantly tries to fight the insecurities life brought upon him. And I couldn’t allow her to peek in there for too long. ‘You know my darkest secret. I always have to keep up appearances. Now I want to know yours.’
‘My what?’
‘Your darkest secret.’ I wanted to know the ways she craved for me. The constant turmoil brewing between her thighs when she thinks of the warmth of my lips rolling over the silk of her skin.
‘My secrets don’t get any darker than this. You know from that room yesterdayallabout my secrets.’
