“It means my beauty.”
“Yours?”
“Yes,meu––mine.” He spoke the word with the same finality he had the day of the post-reception.
Gooseflesh skipped across my skin upon hearing the translation. The claim should have pissed me off. The raw possessiveness he was already exerting over me when we weren’t together should have terrified me. Instead, it once again poked and provoked a feeling inside me I should have suppressed but didn’t.
Something that had gone stagnant was ready to flourish under his influence. I didn’t know what to do with that. I knew obtaining a relationship with him was my goal and I had naturally developed feelings for him but that didn’t explain why he was so deadest on us being an item. My insides were beginning to feel like the ball of yarn a kitten battered back and forth before being unwound.
“What do you want from me?” I came right out with it, looking him in the eye to see if I could catch a reaction. I couldn’t.
He had an excellent poker face. “Is it just sex? I thought that’s all it was to you. Today you say you want more, but more of what? Am I a challenge? I’m not sure I even want to know these answers. I’m just trying to understand why I’m here…with you.”
“Elena,” he groaned. “You clearly don’t know what a man who wants ‘just sex’ looks like, but I imagine that’s because you’ve only been with boys.”
My face flamed. It wasn’t true, but I’d walked right into that. The overhead light only amplified the blush staining my cheeks. Of course, he saw this and smiled devilishly at me before continuing. “You’re not a conquest, and this is much more than just sex. I don’t wine and dine my one night stands. I don’t ever need to work this hard to obtain pussy. That’s not why I asked you out.
“If all I wanted to do was fuck you,amada,I’d have lifted your dress and done it when you had your sweet round ass bent over that banister. We wouldn’t be here right now.”
His brass words had my body temperature starting to rise.
“Stop it,” I hissed at him when I saw the woman in the booth across from ours was listening intently to what he was saying. He ignored my protest and kept talking.
“As for you being mine…in the manner I want you to be.” He paused and openly ran his eyes over me again. “We have much work to do. That’s why I asked you out. I’d like to start by getting to know one another aside from being inside you, and to do that, I need more than random weekly meet-ups. I need you in my world, fully, and you haven’t even skimmed the surface yet.”
My surprise couldn’t be tempered. His words, his geniality––once again threw me into a state of confusion.
I could tell he meant it. He truly wanted to immerse me in his world.
I knew I was going in for my sister, but that was completely different to going in with him. There would be no leaving.
“I don’t know what to say…I mean what more do you need from me?”
“It’s all really simple. Just say yes. You’re going to be mine utterly––completely. And I do mean that in every barbaric, possessive, fucked up way there is.”
Whoa. Full-stop.
“Not what you were expecting?”
I shook my head.
He lifted his hand in the air to catch our waiter’s attention. “I know. I’ve been watching you very closely for a while now. You were expecting me to take what’s between your legs the first chance I got tonight, but I’m not a horny teenage boy who can’t control himself.
“I would love to sit you on top of this table, spread your legs, and feast on your cunt before burying my cock inside you and continuing to ruin you for anyone else.” He paused and took in my wide-eyed expression. “But Iwantall of you, Elena.”
“Why?” I internally cringed at how flustered I sounded.
He ignored me and picked up the menu, asking if I wanted dessert. “You can answer me later.”
His attention was still on the menu when a pretty woman with long dark hair walked by the table. She smirked at me and caught his attention, winking at him and being rewarded with a smile as she continued on her way.
. The steak knife looked too dull to penetrate the back of her head, so I was stuck contemplating the usage of a fork. Had I took even a second to examine my own behavior I would have realized I was behaving just as irrationally and unhealthily possessive as he was.
“Elena.”
I glanced at him, seeing a smug smirk and glared. He thought this was funny.
“Who the hell was that?”
