Page 30 of Kings of Seduction

With every cell tensed to its max, I almost fell on top of him, shaken by the tornado that was blowing us into micro pieces of sinful satisfaction.

Our lips weren’t touching for kissing anymore, but to moan our pleasure down each other’s throats, letting the sound of our ecstasy shake the wooden pillars of the bed.

When it was over, I was in a place between delirium and clouded normality, uselessly holding on to the thought that I had any chance of defeating him at his own game.

I still had to play it cool. For that, I didn’t need him to hold me. I just needed him to think he owns me to the point he couldn’t go on without this feeling. And that had all chances of success. I could see it in his eyes, in the hunger that could no longer be contained with just a few minutes of ecstasy.

‘I should find something to fix this.’ He stroked off the drops of blood that were plunging down my leg and onto the bedsheet.

‘Your maid is going to think this is a murder scene.’ Bad joke on my part, but the thrill of the moment didn’t let him get mad over it.

‘Stay here. I’ll be right back.’ He placed me in his place between the pillows, then rushed to bring a wet cloth for my assistance.

He felt responsible for my injury, mostly because he reallywas responsiblefor it. Before I could tell what was going on, he was already cleaning the blood and patching me up, placing an extra-large band-aid over the cut. Funny how he didn’t say a word regarding what had happened, just chose to play the silence card until the events would sink into his mind.

The pain was almost gone, just small jolts reminding me of the blade as his hand rolled once more over the band to fix it. Though his palm didn’t leave, just remained there, circling the former trace of my red liquid.

He had just warmed up, getting pulled with lightning speed into a cyclone of new sensations.

He felt alive again.

Locking his gaze on mine for silent confirmation, his hand slid inside my nightgown. Lust and murky thoughts were boiling into the depths of his onyx eyes, igniting the same passion that burned between us just minutes ago. He was determined to try for another repeat, and who was I to let the night end?

Chapter 7

No words were spent to determine what had happened between us. There was no use for them as everything could be considered as another part of the deal. His lips didn’t leave my skin until the dawn, trying to catch up with all lost nights spent in separate chambers.

Things were just following the normal path for Ferris, while I had to make sure my plan was still on its original track.

I tried displaying a certain tenderness, pretending to fall straight into his spell for one last time, though each attempt of faking a loving touch was backfiring on me in ways I never thought possible.

I let my fingers trail the sculpted path of his jawline over and over again, bringing his own hand to trace my lips in response. I wished I could say it was just a touch, but it was made of ropes tying me back to every deranged bone in his body. I was constantly falling over the edge, trying to hold on with small flashes of lucidity.

How could a man so perfect be so broken?

But maybe being broken was what made him so astonishingly sublime. A prince of darkness, forged in misery and pain, dressed in clothes made of gold. My hero in so many ways, an antihero in so many others.

One may think that this was the moment for a happy ending, but we were so far away from reaching that. He still got nothing out of this experience, and this route would only lead to where the old one took us.

I think it was late noon when I first decided to speak. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Sure. Anything.’

‘I don’t think you meant thatanything.’ Iletout a chuckle. ‘And it isn’t that serious either. I just wanted to know what will happen to the apartment where we were staying now that I’m better.’

‘Are you asking if you’ll be moving back there?’

‘Something like that.’

‘Would you like to go back?’ His question was putting me in a position of some difficulty. I couldn’t deny that I had thought about it several times, but I couldn’t really make up my mind. I was somehow hoping he had a plan when it came to that. That he would be the one who would decide for me.

‘I’m not sure what I want. I was just thinking about your privacy.’ I knew he didn’t like company, and having me here meant also having Nat and Seb around.

‘I initially brought you here because it was easier keeping an eye on everyone. Now I kind of got used to a fuller house. It still doesn’t keep the nightmares away. But I hope you would at some point.’

‘Ferris...’ It felt unfair to be putting all that faith in me, especially since I had so many insecurities of my own. I couldn’t also be responsible for his dreams and nightmares, even if I was beginning to think he was considering me to be his last hope of salvation.

‘Sorry, I’m probably being a little extra with what I said. I don’t want my troubles to be on your shoulders.’ He realized the burden he was placing on me.

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