We Happened Suddenly
He stayed closer to her never leaving her hand and holding her tight to his side. Her mind was already in a panic mode because she couldn’t face anyone right now. And now they were in a moving car. In a limousine to precise with him next to her. His face was averted and he was looking out of the window with a face so grim and serious. She was aware though very much of one thing. she was aware of was his hand over her thigh. When they got into the car he left her hand and she immediately felt cold and weird without his hold and folding of his fingers with hers.
When she sat awkwardly in the car his hand came forward and tightened on her upper thigh and she stiffened instantly. She tried to move away but his eyes snapped back to hers and flashed dangerously. With that look she drew back and stayed put.
Now, he sat there with his face averted from hers. Looking all broody and grave.
Her thoughts wandered. Were his relationships with his father not good?
Why would his father kidnap him?
What was going on?
He said that he wasn’t hiding. Her head heated thinking and thinking and she off those thoughts right on immediately when his hand flexed on her thigh.
She looked to the side to see him staring with narrowed at her. In the glimmer of the light of the car his eyes looked like as if he had risen up from the pits of the ground. Like the dark lord himself in real.
“What’s going on in that head of yours now?” He asked in a lazy drawly tone that bewildered and made her anxious too much.
If she was tensed now she didn’t show it. His eyes were flat pair of black stones. Most of the playfulness from his eyes went away and something like hard glint settled before they left the suite. It was damning and also a little sharp the look he was giving her. As if staring deep into her eyes and penetrating into the deepest secrets of her mind and corrupting the only good remaining in it. A thrill shot down her body covering her skin in goosebumps. His eyes darkened in response and his fingers dug into her jean clad thigh.
She took a sharp breath in and looked down at his hand and then stared into his hypnotic eyes.
“Your hand.” She whispered.
His left eyebrow shot up arrogantly and a twitch curved up the left side of his lips.
It was even more dangerous. This smile of his. Rich. Handsome. Powerful. Sinister. Luring. Charming. Lascivious, Devil. His looks accompanied the confidence and inflated his attitude to three levels up in the air. He was Lucifer. Alive and breathing. Possibly robbing everything from people and women mostly as he walked by in a slow damn hot swagger.
“What about my hand.” He leaned down his face and moved closer to her side, pressing his hard warm body into her more deeply.
She could feel heat cover her face and her entire sense of understanding scrambled altogether.
“Is it necessary?” She asked flicking, her gaze down to his long tanned fingers.
He glanced down too and looked up catching her eyes in his narrowed stare.
“You mind?” He asked coolly with an eyebrow raise again.
She frowned at his attitude. Who does he think he was? The king himself. Of course.
She gave him an eyebrow raise.
“Uh, yeah.” She retorted back equally silently.
He smiled now fully. A deep boyish one which covered his face into this charming and mesmerising view of warmth and teasing. She sucked in another caught up breath. Dear god, he was deadly handsome. The one that would comatose a girlish star eyed teenager. Because he looked like a prince charming except he was none.
She froze when his hand up slowly over her thigh.
“I rather like it where it is.” He murmured in a low quite tone, with his eyes looking up each time he flexed his hand around her upper thigh more searchingly.
She looked down at his hand and gasped and her hand immediately caught his moving fingers which tried to go up more.
“What are you doing?” She breathed, with heated tingles playing havoc up her body.
His brought down his face and pushed it into her neck while sliding off her hair from on her shoulders to the back. His breath all warm hit her skin while his lips cool against her heated skin moved over her ear shell.
“What do you think I’m doing?” He asked her in a low gruff voice.
His hand caught hers in a grasp over her thigh. She tried to move away but he pushed impossibly closer to her while he tried to reach up more with his hand.
“Stop it.” She mumbled weakly, while closing her eyes and shifting away from his too sure coaxing touch.
He chuckled and it vibrated into her skin from over her neck and he hurried his face there.
“You want this.” He murmured while his other hand moved over her back under her night shirt.
They were in the moving limousine being kidnapped by his father and god knows what she was doing with him and he was having already his way into her every corner of her mind. How did this happened.
He groaned when she gasped more as he snapped the straps of strings over her back. His fingers tried to move to the front of her night shirt over her skin.
“f**king hell, you are more than responsive. I feel you burning up already..” He murmured in a roughened voice coloured into a deep bur of voice.
Ragini tried hard now. All flailing arms and legs but he tightened his hands more and almost hurt her in the process.
“Stay put.” He ordered gruffly into her ears.
With the words uttered he froze altogether and his searching frantic hands and fingers stopped probing over her skin instantly. He seem to have turned into a rock and before she could say anything he roughly caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger of his left hand.
He sharply caught her eyes and the look of anger in his darkened gaze and face jolted her heart into a wild beating. His eyes swirled over her face into a string observation and the furrow between his brows deepened more.
“He didn’t touch you like this, did he?” He stated rather than asked.
His voice hard and with an edge to it.
She flushed red at his words.
He persisted at her silence more. His eyes caught the look of embarrassment in her fleeting stare.
“Your ex.” He gritted out….”Your fiancé of four years, he didn’t touch you ever. Made you feel good. Didn’t spread his hands on your body. Never felt you get….” He went brusquely and brutally so that she could break the silence.
She tried finally to break away from his harsh grasp and too intimate touch. He wasn’t close. He was clawing into her skin and making her breathless with something.
“Stop this!” She said now more firmly than before, while looking away from his fierce glare.
He was angry with her. Very anger. What did she do?
He pushed away from her finally while spreading his fingers into his hair and pulling those black locks in visible frustration. His eyes now like mean and unforgiving caught hers.
“If you were mine, I would have f**ked you a thousand times already. Until it both ended us breathless and done with each other.” He said now calmly and with a little annoyance.
She gasped at his words. The breath she took in vibrated around the car. Her ears and face turned crimson.
His eyes coloured into darkened inky depths of pools and his fingers flexed as he looked at her fully.
He became suddenly thoughtful.
“Frigid did he say, right?” He asked bluntly.
She gave him a surprised look. How did he know? Yes, Rakesh called her frigid. The exact word or more to be precise. A frigid b***c. Her jaw clenched hard and instantly his eyes darkened into angry pools.
“You respond like that, sweety. You get me hard in a second. Any man would. With your looks and your eyes.” He murmured while looking at her half mast hooded eyes.
She blushed profusely and looked away instantly. Dear god, it was getting hot in the car. She needed to get out before she jumped his bones and did anything embarrassing like begging him to make her feel like that again. His words. His eyes. His hands. His fingers. His cool minty breath. His cologne. His body pressed to hers did crazy things to her mind. Desperate things. He silenced her now good and completely. How could she say?
Her breathing turned heavy.
“I can make you learn.” He said finally after a long tensed pause.
She stiffened and her eyes snapped back to his. He was now leaning back causally. Though he had track pants and grey t-shirt he looked everyway a kind sprawled back into his throne.
His expression was passive and with out a bit of any emotion. It was wiped with it.
“What?” She asked suspiciously.
He tilted his face to the right side and remained silent.
“The things I can do and those you want it from me.” He said while sliding his gaze meaningfully down her body.
She straightened in the seat and paused for a second to understand his words then her face darkened with anger.
“And why do you think I need that. I may already know all.” She shot back irritated.
She tried to quell the thoughts of stupidity of opening her mouth again.
He smiled darkly. His lips quirking up jeeringly and she feared he was going to say something brutish again.
“Sweet heart, I know naive when I touch one and you my dear girl have not even gone first base let alone have an experience and know it well to do the things that I might like.” He said mockingly, with a snort.
She glared across at him daggers.
The jerk. The ultimate jerk.
“It’s going to be interesting to make you learn. To listen to those little gasps when I touch you. It’s going to be fun. Let’s see if the little miss prim and proper is actually something more or that is frigid as the ice glacier itself is.” He drawled leisurely with a delicious promise in his eyes taking up a challenge for the days to come.
She dreaded and feared and her heart skipped several beats. Anxiety swirled up and high. Crossed the level of thousand and raised millions questions about her sanity. She was going to escape the car once it stops. She was going to run far away from this guy……as fast as she can…
Credit to: Blue