Page 28 of Kings of Desire
‘Mmmm,’ he groaned as if coming up with plan B, though didn’t care to share it with me - yet! ‘You never know how the night might end,’ he traced his tongue against my lips for them to open, and receive him once again.
Closing my eyes, I hoped the sparkles humming within me would cease. Maybe I would get used to him kissing me, or maybe I’ll find a way to detach from everything and he won’t have an effect on me. Though I soon realized I was only fooling myself as the twinkles were turning into fireworks and my body was exploding with the need of him.
‘Let’s get you upstairs.’ It sounded like a promise more than a mission. One that I didn’t intend to let him keep in all sense of the word.
My feet seemed as light as feathers, walking on invisible stairs then drifting off into a labyrinth of lobbies with lips still tightly joined.
‘Wait,’ he made us stop in front of a room where three men were having a conversation. ‘Shit, he’s not alone.’ I felt him tense, scanning the area while analyzing all possible scenarios.
I had no idea what was really going on, but it sure seemed crucial to him to get whatever he needed to be done.
‘Here,’ he pulled me outside on a terrace that led to the lobby, then closed the glass door behind us. The plan was still working as it had full vision of the room where the man Brax was following was. ‘We need to wait until they leave and hope he won’t join them,’ he was revealing his thoughts, walking me through the scheme of things. ‘Get back here,’ in one swift move, he grabbed my wrist, rotating me to fall into his arms.
He was heavily armed when it came to the power of seduction, and my innocence was turning me into the pheasant he likes to hunt.
‘We don’t need to look suspicious if anyone passes by,’ he smiled, flashing out the devastating dimples in his cheeks. ‘In case you were wondering...’
‘What if-,’ I didn’t get to finish my idea before a ringtone I haven’t heard in so long was cutting between us. My phone. But it never rings, unless...
Chapter 7
Bea!?’ The cracked voice brought me to my senses the minute I picked up the phone.
‘Natalie!?’ Finally, a sign!
‘Bea, I don’t have much time. I took one of the guards’ phones.’
‘The guards?’ What guards was she talking about?
‘Yes, we’re guarded now. You have to return... To get us out of here.’
‘What? What’s happening.’
‘Father has gone mad. He’s planning on sending me away. I think he wants tosell me for a pretty sumthat’s what he said to one of his friends.’ Her words shocked me so strongly that I almost lost the phone out of my hand.
‘No...no. I won’t let that happen,’ I screamed, trying to figure out something that very second.
‘He said something about leaving at the end of the month. That’s less than two weeks from now.
I don’t know what to do. I’m scared. I’ve tried to run, but he’s got all these people watching us. It’s like there’s no way out.’
Her pain and fear were killing me, like a rock crushing me to the ground. ‘I’ll find a way.’ Even if that would kill me ‘I’m coming for the both of you.’
‘I love you, I have to run before he sees his phone is missing.’
It went dead before I got to say a word, and so did everything around me. I wasn’t on the terrace anymore, just in a dark place, needing to escape.
I had to go and get them back, I had to go that very second!
I started walking as boiling rivers were flushing down on me, maddened by the thought I would never get to see her, or that my father could hurt them. I kept striding in an unknown direction with everything around me a blur, just pushing myself into the ground to advance faster and leave this place. Still, I didn’t seem to be moving, just stuck on the ground, as if a captive of this house.
‘Bea...Bea... Bea,’ the calling of my name brought me back to a fractured reality. I was still there, a prisoner in Brax’s arms. My body trapped between his, glued so tightly over his chest that it gave me trouble breathing. ‘Calm yourself. You’re making a scene,’ he muttered under his breath, whirling us both around so he could still look inside for the man that he needed to meet.
‘Who was that?’ The question wasn’t his to ask. He had his mission while I had my own.
‘None of your concern,’ I snapped, trying to break free from his grip.
