CHAPTER 26: 26

NYLAH

His intimidating yet tempting figure spread across the fluffy sofa, a cup of wine in his hand, his legs crossed, and his beautiful face altogether, which made the air around me stiff.

His rich minty coffee scent made me heady, and I fought to stop my legs from wobbling.

"You sent for me." I managed to say, with the eruption within me, I was scared I wouldn’t be able to construct a sentence without having to stutter.

His face was a mix of surprise and nonchalance. He didn’t reply me and instead pinned his gaze on me, on my face and the way it was going on for minutes, it felt like if he looked any longer, his eyes were going to peel my skin.

So I spoke up.

"I told the girl to leave, I didn’t want to wear any makeup tonight," I said when I figured that he was looking at my face because it was bare.

My dress was pretty basic, too, like I was going for a stroll.

I didn’t want to do anything fancy to make him feel like I was anticipating his call or was excited about it.

"Strip for me." He ordered, taking a sip from his cup with his eyes still pinned on me.

My lips parted at his order, and I almost said I didn’t want to. I almost said I didn’t want to do what he said whenever he said it. I wanted to tell him how pissed I was about his disregard for me and how he acted like I was a nobody, a nobody he could call whenever he liked to put on a show for him.

However, I knew it was best to keep my conflicting thoughts to myself.

The pieces of paper he showed me in the car that day was the proof of his ownership, and I was bound to do whatever he liked.

So slowly, I took off my clothes. First, I started with the zip. It was a simple straight gown that didn’t look like anything I could dance with, and for once, I regretted not putting on my dance outfit.

I peeled the dress from my skin and did the same with my underwear. I didn’t stop until I was bare under the warm light.

His eyes lightened up when he saw my bare body. He quenched the rising charges with another gulp of wine before turning to me.

"Dance for me." He ordered, resting his head on the sofa to get a better look at my body.

I got to work, twirling and swerving my waist. I tried to avoid his eyes, but my peripheral vision made it an impossible task. I saw all his reactions to the movement of my body, his change of position, hard swallow, and others I couldn’t take note of.

My heartbeat accelerated when he stood to his feet and walked towards me. I stopped, more in fear and anxiety than confusion, but he shook his head.

"Don’t stop. Go to the bed." His words made me feel even more anxious, but I obeyed regardless.

"Lie with your back to the bed." He instructed again. A part of me wanted to scream and say no, and tell him how much of a jerk he’s been since the last time I saw him at the mansion but as we locked gazes, my voice was lost in my throat.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to speak without stuttering or sounding like a fool, so I just bit my lips and laid on the bed. We’d done this before, but my body still reacted to him like it was my first.

"Why did you act like you didn’t know me at the bonfire night?" I found myself asking him when he got so close that it was suffocating.

He didn’t act surprise or taken aback by my question and instead poured some contents of his cup on me.

The liquid trailed from my chest to my navel. He bent his head to my level and began to lick the liquid off my skin.

I shivered to the feel of his tongue, trying not to overly react and give him the pleasure of seeing me melt under his touch, but I wasn’t prepared for what he had in store for me.

When he licked off the last drop of wine on my stomach, I thought it was all over,

’You did well steeling yourself, Nylah.’ I said to myself, for not melting under his intimidatingly beautiful presence and intense touch.

Pushing my head backwards, I closed my eyes to draw a deep breath, but a gasp escaped my lips instead, and I shot my eyes open swiftly.

His strong fingers were rubbing my clit in a circular motion causing me to moan loudly, the pleasure it brought filled my senses and I wasn’t thinking about how he treated me these couple of weeks or how he asked for me after his bride-to-be left.

The hard feelings I previously felt were now replaced with pleasure. Pleasure I hadn’t felt since the first time I lost my virginity to him, and the last time he touched me.

I wanted to cover my pussy with my hands to stop him from making me feel that way. I was supposed to be mad at him, and he was supposed to explain to me why he did what he did, but instead, I was feeling the opposite of how I should feel.

"Keep your hands to yourself. If I see your hands anywhere close to me, I’ll tie you to the bed with your legs wide open and torture you through the night." His hoarse voice was enough to keep me in check.

I snatched my teeth in an attempt to stop myself from moaning loudly, but my resolve was broken when he thrust three of his fingers into me.

I moaned in pleasure, and my core vibrated from the sweetness of his touch, making my whole body shiver.

He trailed his fingers back to my clothes and rubbed harder this time around, sucking my left breast as he worked on my clit.

The pressure, the pleasure, it all made me feel so good, so good that I was riding to climax. Maybe he wanted to see me climax, maybe that was the reason for all this, I thought but when I was so close to climax, he stopped.

He detached his body from mine, his hands from the spot it previously was and I thought maybe he wanted to peel his clothes off and get down to business but he walked away from the bed.

Set his wine glass on the table and walked into the restroom. I heard the water rush for some seconds before his frame appeared at the door of the restroom.

He walked to the sofa he was seated on when I walked in, his demeanor different from seconds ago. He wore the same expression he’d had on the bonfire night; a disregarding, condescending expression.

"Pick up your clothes and leave." He directed to me but didn’t even lift his eyes off the table.

"W-what?" I stuttered, unsure I heard the right words.

"I’m done with you, Nylah, leave." His voice was slightly raised this time around, making me recoil.