I shook my head slowly in disbelief.
“But you didn’t even know me, Grand.” My voice cracked just thinking about a strange man in the club plotting on kidnapping me.
“I know that, little owl. That’s why I came by the club week after week, to study you. For the first time in months, I hadn’t thought about killing someone nor the debts or territories that was in self-destruct mode that I needed to fix…It was all about you. I’d leave the club and still hear the sweet melodies from your violin in the forefront of my mind. You played like you didn’t care if they heard you or not. It was like you were playing for yourself…and then something inside of me…shifted. It was a peace I didn’t recognize, a comfort that I didn’t trust.” His raspy voice deepened.
My pulse pounded in my ears; I moved my lips to talk but nothing came out.
“Nutmeg, with a pinch of chocolate,” he murmured as his eyes dragged slowly over my face.
“That’s the color of your skin, soft puffy cheeks that warm to a crimson shade of red when you feel too overwhelmed. I saw you in my dreams the first night I left you at the club.” He smiled warmly.
His gaze locked on mine; I wanted to look away from him but couldn’t.
“Your eyes…” He tilted his head.
“They’re the same as my owls, unblinking and big. You strip me apart without touching me, Mira.” His voice dropped even lower.
“Your lips are sexy as fuck, soft and big…then there’s the rest of you….” He let his eyes trail down my chest to the rest of my body slowly and deliberately.
“You’re not fragile, you’ve got grown woman curves. A softness that doesn’t break when I press against it. You fill me up figuratively, you do some shit to me that I never felt before. Your aura is raw as fuck, and that’s why I’ve been taking my time with you…because I want to fill you all the way up. I want to fill you to the hilt and make your soul rain down all over this dick.” He grabbed his huge erection then bit into his bottom lip. “That night you peed on yourself out of fear, and I traced my hand up your thick ass thighs and stopped at your pussy…I felt your essence, slippery and thick…I imagined that shit to be sweet as fuck too.” His eyes sharpened, pupils dilated.
“Then I saw the glossed overlook in your eyes at the club and became disappointed because that showed that you had a weakness. It didn’t deter me when I discovered you were on drugs. I was the one who emptied your last bag of coke in that dark alley when Dre and Tone snatched you up. I vowed to make it my business to save you. You’re perfect to me, a woman has never brought authentic peace to my world without even trying. You did that, and now I want to make your life easier, cleaner, detox you from the bullshit then build you up and help you find your purpose.” He leaned down and pressed his mouth to my ear.
“So earlier you asked why me… I don’t know why my board and chess pieces moved in your direction. The queen chess piece appeared on my board when I first saw you. I’m obsessed, and I’m not ashamed of it. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you here,in my sight. In my reach, and in my possession.” His raspy voice dampened the seat of my leggings.
I squeezed my thighs together then placed my hands on top of the metal chain that rested below my belly.
“Grand I?—”
“From this day forward…call me Kenric.”
O-kay… we on a first name basis…That made me smile softly.
“Okay, Kenric…I actually love that name, it’s different.” I complimented him seriously.
He smiled, and this smile was real not sadistic. I discovered today that I actually loved his real smile, and his real laugh. I shivered and it wasn’t from the coldness inside of the cold space we were in. His words still clung to me like smoke, and it would be impossible to just wash off. I felt his words, inhaled them. The weight of the word possession was heavy and had a deeper meaning.
“Honestly…” I sighed feeling overwhelmed.
“I don’t know what to say because this is a different kind of situation. You consider yourself saving me… I consider it something else…” My words trailed off as I tried to choose my words wisely.
“You are entitled to feel how you want to feel about it; I won’t snatch that away from you. Maybe you’ll get Stockholm syndrome after being here for so long.” He barked out a deep laugh like he told the world’s funniest joke.
“That’s not funny at all, Kenric.” I scolded him.
“I figured it wasn’t.” His face went back blank.
“Say my name again, Mira.” He urged me with a lustful intense look.
“Kenric.” I said it in a timid tone, unable to hide my blushing hard.
“Sexy as fuck.” He licked his lips, and my floodgates opened.
“Can you take me back to my room please, I want to get some rest.” I looked away quickly.
His deep chuckle sounded off again, he stood closely in front of me saying nothing for a long couple of seconds.
“I shouldletyou rest. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have someone come to give you a manicure and pedicure. You’ll eat breakfast with me, then play for me before you have your interview with Staress.” He picked up his feet and walked in front of me.
