After gathering everyone under her sheet of deceptive words, Cinzel went back, greeting everyone, talking to everyone while I stood in the corner, observing her form.
The way she talked so smoothly made me irked, I thought I kept it caged but to no avail.
That was why I wanted her to fear me, to control her beast or else this darkness will eat her up, I have to stop it.
The lust for power has blinded her already, I have to drag her back to where she lived.
Taking a deep breath, I walked to her, taking her hand in mine, sensing the shiver which emanated from her hand by my touch, hitching her breath.
Everyone stopped and turned their heads to me. The glimmer of nothingness instantly converted into irreproachability, staring cutely at me as she waited for me to continue.
I don’t want to scare you.
“Are you done?” I asked.
“Not yet.” De Villiers replied in her stead.
“Are you done, Cinzel?” I asked again in a low warning tone, not removing my stern eyes from her.
Her whole body froze up, shivering slightly, evoking dread running in her veins, whispering, “Yes.”
Taken aback by her reply, De Villiers was about to argue,
“Boss, you are-''
Gulping, Cinzel whispered again, “I am done. We will continue the rest tomorrow.” She said, obeying me like she should, quivering up a bit.
Ignoring the daggers sent in my direction from everyone, I took Cinzel back with me.
We went back to the farmhouse, freshened up. She was sitting on the bed, rubbing her hands together, biting her lips nervously.
“Why did you do that?” She asked in a bare whisper. Believe me, I never wanted to.
That’s why I have frightened her all this time so I could save her in the future from the savage bloodline running in her veins.
“Why did you say yes?” I counter questioned, standing in front of her.
“You know why.” Her tone came out dolorous.
“Why are you affection at one time and scary at the other?” She asked, looking up at me in distress.
“Why do you like my touch at one time and resent it at the other?” I asked again.
Putting my hand on one side, earning a low-pitched voice of tension from her, Moving my hand closer enough to feel the gap vibrating from dismay as I meet hers dangerously close.
“Like this…” I whispered huskily, moving to her neck placing a soft kiss on her neck, “And this?”
“Please stop it, Prince.”
Moving my hand on my waist, I pressed her chest against mine, embracing her, loving the melting sensation of beauty spreading in my arms.
“I am stopping it.” I replied breathlessly, losing control by the proximity, indirectly telling her I am stopping her to become what she never wanted.
But stopping my overflowing urges with extreme difficulty, I pulled away from her.
She relaxed a little and didn’t raise her gaze, “You.. still haven’t answered my question.”
“Hmm? Yeah… I was getting bored.” I shrugged, taking a seat on the couch, she made a disbelief face, mouth gaping as I smirked at her reaction.
“I wanted to spend some time with you before dropping you home. I wanted my wife with me. Just you and me.”
This sentence soothed her features, curling her lips upward in a millimeter.
I motioned her to come and sit beside me, she got up and sat beside me. I took out my cigarette but she frowned, “What?” I asked.
“I don’t like it.” She said, making a wry face.
Smirking, I put the filter in my mouth and moved to her, daring to take it from me and she did, throwing it away.
“Anyways, Tell me, how was it?” I asked and was about to put my arm around her shoulder, soon to realize how it might sound uncomfortable to her so I stopped and turned my body to her.
“It was scary. I thought I would embarrass myself but I don’t know what took over me, my body moved on its own.” I hummed in response while she nervously explained to me.
“You went overboard but gained their trust and warned them too. A great start as a leader but the question is…” I paused, taking her hand in mine.
“Do you want to become a Mafia leader?” I asked, intertwining my fingers with hers. Her breath stopped, shaking her in denial immediately.
“No. Never.”
“Then why are you acting like one?” I asked softly, boring my eyes into her exquisite emotions of unsettlement.
“I don’t want to. I would never... I couldn’t control myself.. What took over me..? What happened to me, Prince?... You promised to stop me, why didn’t you-”
She panicked, looking around stressfully, finding an explanation for her natural urges to desire malice.
“Hey, Hey. It’s okay… This was the first time. Too much power must have blinded you, it’s okay. You will get used to it.” I smiled.
Wrapping my other arm around her shoulder, pressing her back over my chest, stroking her hand, whispering sweet nothings to ease her up.
“I don’t want to get used to it.” She mumbled, pulling my shirt.
“I want to run away…” She confessed in a broken tone, she confessed the darkest desire of my heart- liberation.
Smiling at her terrified form, finding solace in my arms, continuing after taking support from my shoulder, “Why can’t we run away from this abhorrence?” She asked desperately, hurriedly, pantingly.
Sometimes her words elicited a special pain in my heart which reached from my core to my soul only to realize this was a miserable dream and I am still the person she detest and this was just a frontage… or not?
“We?” I asked vaguely.
Her eyes widened for a moment gaining cognition and the weight of the words knocking despair on our doorsteps.
She gasped and tried to get away from me, I held her waist and pushed her down, getting on top of her.
My one hand held hers, my body hovering over hers, observing the crimson shade on her face, loud breaths similar to mine, tangling and filling the absence of sound in the room.
My world existed around her arms, invisible strings attached me to her.
“What are you trying to do to me?” I asked huskily.
Stopping my eyes at her desirable lips inviting me to explore them and to elevate the lust, she licked them with a hard gulp.
“I could ask you the same.” She replied in the same tone.
Bringing her hand closer to take my face in her hands, my grip tightened on her entwined fingers fastening our heartbeats, scanning her body beneath me.
“I want it to stop. I don’t want to feel this way for you.” She whispered, moving her hand to my hair, lips trembling and drying up again but enrichment.
The heat between us aroused, “Feel what way?” I asked, breaking the thin line between my yearning and control.
“You know what I am talking about.” Her reply came with heavy breaths, pulling my hair.