Page 35 of Mine to Ruin

Do I want him?

I want him. I’m not an angel. I’m just a woman who recognizes this man will take me to the peaks of everything. I’m done holding back.

For the first time, I have no second thoughts, no step by step plan the guy has to follow so I can feel comfortable. I buckle myself into the metaphorical rollercoaster with outstretched hands. I want to feel it all. Without thinking and without fear. I don’t want to miss a minute of this wild ride.

Saturday, I buy myself a green baby doll dress, nude pumps, and even a matching green bandana for the evening. The bandana I curl around my head, my hair flowing down my back. I apply some makeup and step outside the building, ready for anything the evening may bring.

The first signs of dusk conquering the sky, and what I am about to do settles in. There is a certain sizzle in the air, a feeling of kismet. I’m going to meet it head on. A limo waits for me, and the driver holds the door open. Inside, a bouquet of roses and a chilled glass of champagne sit on the table, and I pick up the card.

Not too late to turn around. If you come, I won’t let you go.

My heart drums in my chest, excitement running through my veins. Since the moment I saw him at the club, it’s like everything has led to this point. My desire, need, and feelings for him have grown exponentially.

When I enter the lobby, I text him.

I am here.

He answers, Look in your studio. I left you the key card.

I pick up the card and insert it into the elevator, but the only sound I hear is the drumming of my heart. When the elevator halts, there he stands, his back to the window, his head cocked, his hands tucked in his pockets. Strange how he’s fire, and I walk willingly into his flames, and yet, I feel safe with him. I feel like he’s my home.

I step inside and place the card on the silver oval table by the front door.

Kian strides up to me. He cups my face in his hands, and a small smile appears. His dimples alone would push me to sin with him, for him.

“You are beautiful—beyond beautiful. You are what colors blackness, what shines in darkness.” A blush creeps up my cheek, and he adds, “I want to possess and own you in every way I can think of. I’ll mark you in ways you’ll never escape me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, angel.” The truth behind his words echoes in my core, but this is what I want, a passion so fierce and scorching it rivals the sun.

Kian drops his hands and backtracks a few steps. He takes a seat on an armchair—leather cushion, intricate pattern engraved in silver-colored wood. It fits him, it looks dangerous just like him. Kian parts his legs and cocks his head, a finger digging into his cheek.

From the moment my eyes collided with his tormented and dark ones, he has called to me, promising me something I couldn’t decipher, but still craved. With every step I take in his direction, my limbs shake with anticipation. I stand before him, his eyes peeling every layer of clothes and skin away from me.

My flesh heats under his hungry eyes. There’s something primal there. His long, calloused fingers graze my flesh, and I draw my bottom lip through my teeth.

“I’m here. What now?”

He drags me down onto his lap and says, “Now, I’m making you mine.”

Finally. Ever since I found out he was the guy from that night, the revelation has crashed down on me: every piece of me belongs to him. I straddle him, and his soft shirt caresses my skin, and his eyes grow darker by the second.

He takes my mouth in a long kiss. I bite down on my lip as he kisses down my neck, nibbling on my sensitive skin. He finds the zipper of my dress and peels it down. I throw my head back, and the delicate fabric slides off my shoulders and chest.

Insecurities nag at my confidence. My hands rush to cover my breasts. My nipples harden under his heated breath, and I stop midway as his stare holds me immobile. Our heaving chests and silent pants are the loudest sounds in the room.

“Stop it right now. Don’t hide what’s mine. Let me have my fill. Hands down.”

The demand in his hoarse voice turns me into a puddle of desire. I have no will left but to obey him.

“You’re beautiful. Every inch of you is perfect.” His eyes hooded with lust peer into mine. “Let me hear you say it.”

“I am beautiful?”

“Was that a question, angel?” He cocks his head.

“No. I am beautiful!”

“Good.” He lifts us up, and I wrap my legs behind his back. He cradles me to his chest, and my heart explodes into a hundred mini hearts.

“There is no way back now.”

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