I'm catching a heavy breath after collapsing in Red's arms. He chuckles mildly at the way I'm hugging him as though I've run a marathon and in need of balance to not fall. He kisses my lips harder to seal this awesome moment we've just shared."I can't get enough of you," I breathe shamelessly, feeling his erection buried deep inside me as I'm seated on his lap, my skin moist from sweat.I fucked him on the chair. Good Lord! What have I become?"Me neither," Red replies and trails his kisses down my neck up to my shoulder. Gently he is caressing my back underneath his T-shirt that I'm still wearing. "But I still have to finish what I was doing before you seduced me into this.""What? I didn't seduce you!" I deny stoutly, my voice hilarious as I definitely seduce him every chance I get."Pretty. Little. Liar." Red flexes up his hips at every word so I feel him deeper."Argh!" I giggle at his playfulness. Jeez, am I starting to see the naughty shade of Red? I blush, pulling back so I se
Chilly wind flips the soft, white binders of the great window in my bedroom. I shudder, my own arms proving a great failure in keeping me warm. Tentatively, throwing the sketching book lying in my tummy aside, I rise on my elbows and sit up. My body feels torpid.How long have I been sleeping? It's still afternoon . . . Or evening? I can't clearly tell as it's a bit cloudy outside. It's raining once again—just lightly this time. My mouth stretches into a long yawn as I drop my bare feet down the fluffy rug, ready to face the music.My gaze settles on the T-shirt I'm wearing, barely covering my thighs, and somehow the guilt lashes on me. Why did I raise my voice at Red? He didn't do anything wrong, did he? God, what have I done? I sigh remorsefully at the realization of my mistake.I take my sketching book from the bed and peek a quick glance at the few designs I made before I fell asleep. Holy cow! Did I just do this? A smile touches the corner of my lips as I behold the drawings of se
"Watch out, Madam!" I almost miss a step when he grabs me deftly by the waist. Holy God! My heart race accelerates rampantly, but I know I'm safe whenever he's around. Still intoxicated by the alcohol running through my veins, my lips stretch into a rather pathetic smile as I look at him—at his insanely hot, rugged face. "I know you'll protect me so why should I be too careful, huh?" I breathe out the trace of margaritas I had tonight, barely holding my vision. The only thing I see is his ever serious face—smile-less yet beguiling—and the deep frown on his forehead that I'm used to by now. How hot! Do I want to touch him? Hell yeah. God knows how much I desire to run my fingers over his cheek, to touch his lips, and to… I gulp again. For fuck's sake, Mia, you can't succumb to alcohol! You're better than this drunk lady here. My inner wisdom snaps some sense in me. "Let me help you to your room," he whispers curtly, his voice thick and deep. I close my eyes and instantly I'm i
When I wake up it's already shiny and bright, the early October sun adamantly piercing through the window drapes. My skin shudders as cold air blankets my skin, and that damn eerie feeling of being watched returns.I rise up abruptly, panting. Lately I've become overly sensitive to everything and I feel like someone's right here in my room, ready to grab me and do whatever evil intentions they have toward me.I cast my glance aside and my nose crinkle in disgust."Morning, butterfly." It's a very familiar voice.Relief washes over me."What the hell?" I murmur, waving away the smoke of cigar wafting in my nose. "I hate that, Patrick. At least do your shit outside.""Oh. My bad," he replies nonchalantly while straightening himself at the corner of the bed, eyes on my upper body that's covered with nothing but a lacy bra.Instinctively, I pull the duvet up to my neck so as to distract his lustful stare."What are you doing here?" I croak while sitting up.Wrong question. He lives here.
Flustered inside, I clear my throat to announce my presence. He cocks his head stoutly in response, and oxygen finds its way in my lungs as our eyes meet. He caps the water bottle and sucks in a breath."Good morning," I greet him, taking my stride toward the marble breakfast table.Don't look, Mia. Don't look! I try my best to avoid his distracting frame, a pair of gray shorts and black loose vest covering his reserves. How hot!And his legs. Damn he's got amazing legs: hairy, strong, and firm."Morning, Madam," he answers gently, his voice carefully guarded. "How are you feeling this morning?"It's the question I should've heard from my husband when I woke up. But no, I get to hear it from my employee, who seems utterly concerned about my well-being."I'm good," I reply, giving him a small smile.And then it hits the back of my mind that I might've done something unusual under the influence of alcohol. What exactly did I do when we got home? Clearly I wasn't at my best behavior, was
I don't remember how long it has passed since I shut my eyes. The silence, the scent of wilderness, and the sharp breeze through the driver's door are what wake me from my unpleasant nap."Red," I breathe with difficulty, my eyelids heavy and stressed.But I can't see him even when I try my best to clear my sight. I'm all alone in the car, and we're no longer moving. Fear strikes through me like sharp blade in the flesh. Where is he? Why did he stop the car?I immediately unbuckle my seatbelt, my gaze wandering to the front, to the right, to the left, and when I'm free from the seatbelt my eyes are onto the back windshield."Red?" I call frantically while clutching the door handle to make a speedy exit. "Red?" I call again, seeing no sign of his presence at all.Please, God, not again! It's only yesterday he fought a gang to save me."Red?" I yell again, panting so heavily while looking around.The highway breeze blows my little shirtdress and a few loose strands of my hair, and green
I bang the glass on the table. "Another one!" I wipe my mouth after a long chug of chilled beer that ran smoothly down my throat."Wow! She's the girl!" One of the tough-looking men on the other side cheers, highly amused.I grin, feeling so refreshed."Refill the lady's glass," Mr I-give-orders-around-here says, laughing loudly at my expense.His name is Marlow, actually, and he's the owner of this place.Red's face twists into a displeased look. "You've had enough, Madam," he mutters, scowling at me."Shhh!" I hiss at him, leaning closer to his face. "Don't call me madam! You are my husband, remember?" I murmur, and my mood is at its sublime after the big glass of beer.We're seated across from one another, the worn-out, wooden table too small to serve us a decent space.Red sighs heavily, reclining back in his seat. Staring at me with his blazing eyes, he suddenly huffs a very tiny laugh, turning my eyes wide in utter stun.No, I didn't imagine it, did I? My eyebrows arch as I try
He called my name.He just called my name, didn't he? It's quite inexplicable how this makes me feel. I'm floating in clouds as my entire body lightens in his tantalizing hold."Say it again," I breathe huskily, my eyes and Red's locked tightly. "Mia . . ." Red repeats like a docile servant, tugging at the stubborn strands of my hair that frames my face.Lord, I melt when his strong fingers graze on my skin, the flames of his blazing ember eyes burning my every resolution to stay indifferent at his presence.Nothing seems to exist as his lips near mine, gently, a scowl on his face as though he's in the stiff battle between his uttermost desire and decorum.Kiss me, please.Oh fuck, what am I thinking of? I'm a married woman! I may have a crooked husband but I'm still branded as his and this shouldn't happen! But why do I crave for Red?I'm impatiently waiting for his lips to possess mine, to kiss me deeply with any vehemence portrayed in his eyes full of exciting, venereal desire.But