“No thanks needed; I love how they look. That color meshes well with your complexion.” He complimented me.
Before I could stop myself, I blushed hard. The knots in my stomach quickly got replaced with butterflies.
“How old are you, Kenric?” I asked.
“I’m twenty-nine, why do you ask?” He took a step away from the bathroom.
You don’t need to come closer…my goodness.I swallowed down trying to relax my nerves. Grand being close to me, did things to my body that I wasn’t ready to accept.
“When do you turn thirty?” I asked.
“August, seventeenth.” He answered me, then took a seat at the edge of my bed then turned my way to look at me.
Josie turned her body towards us, like she wanted in on the conversation.
“Oh, you give off Scorpio vibes.” I giggled, really surprised that he was a Leo.
“I’m a?—”
“Sagittarius… your birthday is November twenty-eighth, you’ll be twenty-seven. I want you to tell me what you would like to do for your birthday in two months so I can make it happen for you.” He placed his elbow on his knee and eyed me seriously.
I don’t know why him offering to do something special for my birthday warmed my insides. Nobody but my mom always made a special effort to make me happy on my day of birth. I didn’t take Grand to be a considerate guy; he proved me wrong with that one statement.
“The only thing that I do for my birthday is sit at my mother’s grave. I play my violin on and off all day. If I have extra money, I buy her fresh flowers…I juice up my favorite drink and pack cucumbers, watermelon, and pineapples. I sit out there with her all day until the guard begs for me to leave.” I spoke lowly.
I could feel my emotions rise high inside of me. I missed momma so bad it ached me from just thinking about her and seeing her face vividly in the forefront of my mind tore me apart.
“We can do that together. By then we’ll both be in love.” He responded.
I almost laughed, but the way he looked at me kept it trapped in my throat.
“You,” he picked up his hand and placed it on top of mine, “are all about freedom, you have a wild side. From what I observed at the club, you can stand in a room full of people and still feel like you’re somewhere else in your head. You get bored easily, which is why you’re dangerous to men who think they can keep you without knowing how to keep your attention.”
Something inside of me went still.
“Darius never saw it, he never paid attention long enough to notice that you worked your ass off with two jobs…not justbecause he was lazy, or because you had to in order to keep a roof over both of y’all heads… or so you thought… You also kept busy to not fall into deep depression because of your mom, because of feeling lonely, and misplaced. You yearned to belong to something or someone. Yearned to not feel burdens, and to feel free in order to find your purpose. He didn’t care to keep your attention, nor did he give a fuck about you working so hard.” His eyes darkened like he was getting pissed off saying the things of what he observed out loud.
“You tilt your head to the left when you play the violin because it makes you feel the sound in your throat. You think that I’m cold, and robotic…emotionally unavailable…your assumptions are correct. I never deny being good or bad…I’m both…I haven’t felt much since losing both parent’s… I heard you before I saw you Mira…me hearing you made me feel…when I saw you, something snapped then shifted inside of me before I could stop it. You’re not a fiend… I truly had no rights to take you against your will. You see the people down in the cells…you’re nothing like them. You haven’t begged for drugs since you’ve been here. But I still wanted you, I wanted to continue to feel what your aura did to me…I’ve felt so much from you, that I’m talking more, which is unusual for me. I’ve been watching you since the second I saw you. Every detail, everything that has left your mouth. I don’t miss Mira, when it comes to you.”
I swallowed hard; heat crawled up my neck under his simple touch.
“I’m obsessed, Mira. You have to understand.” He continued; his hand palmed the side of my face.
“I’m not the kind of man who obsesses lightly being that I’ve never been obsessed with a woman before. I will do anything to keep you where I can see you. I will make sure that I own you without thinking twice about it when I finally say that I love you. No amount of time will stop this…I won’t stop, and I know it’sbad, I can smell your fear and your wet throbbing pussy...It’s making the impulsive thoughts inside of my head win. I hate being at war within. You make me lose control, I’ve been desperately trying to stay in control and not like my possessive thoughts win.” He gritted out clenching his jaws.
My pulse hammered in my ears; I was utterly speechless. His deep, raspy voice was hypnotizing me the more he spoke. He leaned in just enough for his voice to curl into my skin.
“Love, to me, isn’t something you fall into. Love to me, is what you own. And once I own it, I will never let it the fuck go.” His thumb lingered against my cheek like he was memorizing the shape and texture of it.
My body relaxed, I leaned toward him before my mind could catch up. Kenric’s dark orbs locked on mine, and I swear the air felt so thick and suffocating. His hand slid from my jaw to the front of my neck. He pulled me closer, squeezing my neck firmly but not tight enough to alarm me.
In seconds, his mouth was on mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was deep pulling me into him, he swallowed down my whimpers and explored the depths of my mouth. I found myself deepening the kiss. His lips were warm, firm, and full, practically swallowing my lips. His tongue moved like he already knew every corner of my mouth. The faint taste of mint and smoke clung to my taste buds.
My hands curled into the front of his vest without me even realizing it, I clutched and brought him closer. I never shared a kiss like this before, I only dreamed of sharing intimacy this deep, kissing was a language that said things silently.
Kenric broke the kiss, my eyes remained closed as my body hummed hotly with the need to want to be explored by him in this very moment. I didn’t want help right now, didn’t crave to figure out an escape route. He spoke with so much conviction,so much confidence, I wanted more…even if this was the start ofStockholm Syndrome….
“Tonight, after we eat…I’m going to fuck you. I want to take my time to explore and taste every inch of you… I will do that, do you understand?”
