Chapter 10 #2
When his name slips my lips, I take a small glance down. It’s as though some higher power has forced me to do it, and for a moment, I cannot breathe. Air won’t enter my lungs, and time seems to freeze, surrounding us with a tension so thick that a knife could pierce right through it.
Because I see his cock twitch in his sweatpants, and in an instant, he’s as hard as a rock.
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I should’ve brought more clothes — more sleepwear.
Since I thought I’d be all alone, I brought the usual things I wear.
A set of silk shorts and a tank top. It’s thin, in a light shade of pink.
The shorts have a small bow on the waistband, and the tank top has two small bows on each strap.
The only issue is that my chest is on the bigger side, and the top doesn’t cover a damn thing.
He’ll think I chose to wear this for him.
A groan comes from me, and I sit on the floor of the bathroom, trying to figure out my next move. There’s no extra bed, and none of the staff are awake for me to ask for an extra bed or even just a mattress. Meaning, we’ll have to squeeze together in a bed that’s designed for one person.
I run my fingers through my hair, standing up and pacing back and forth in the small bathroom. My hair falls down my waist in loose waves, and right now when I’m not supposed to look good, I look extremely hot.
“Relax, Soph,” I mutter. “He’d rather die than actually try touching you.”
That’s what I’d like to believe.
However, he already did. He bit my lip hard enough to draw blood and cause it to bruise.
Although it wasn’t a kiss, it was too physical, too intimate to have his lips on mine.
Add that to the fact that his cock came to life after I did something as simple as call him by his name, and I’m fucking done for.
My phone’s on the kitchen counter, charging. I don’t have anything else on me except the dirty clothes I took off before showering, a small bag to put them in, and my toiletries. There’s no way out except to face Soren.
With a deep breath, I look at myself in the mirror, nodding.
“You’ve got this, Soph.”
My mind wants to overthink, as per usual. However, I manage to shove all thoughts to the back of my head and take a moment to calm myself, before exiting the bathroom. Soren’s nowhere to be found in the common area, and dread fills me when I reach for the door of the bedroom.
Before I can back down and try to talk myself out of this, I push the door open.
My smile is instant, because he’s not here, either.
I don’t bother turning the lights on and immediately head for the bed.
The slippers come off, and I’m under the covers in record time, snuggling the covers, pulling them up to my neck.
The bastard can sleep on the floor for all I care.
I close my eyes, trying and forcing myself to fall asleep before he gets here, but it’s futile. I hear his footsteps, and he’s silent. It takes me a moment to realize he’s reached the bed, and I don’t dare to turn around and face him.
More than anything, I’m confused.
I loathe the bastard more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my life. I know he hates me just as fiercely, so why the fuck did he get hard for me? No — just by the way I said his name. Perhaps, it’s a part of his God complex to get hard by hearing his own name. Perhaps, it has nothing to do with me.
“I know you’re not sleeping,” his voice is barely above a murmur.
The feeling of him moving the covers and the bed dipping under his weight, is all I can focus on.
The bed’s too small to fit us both, yet somehow, he manages to squeeze his bigger build next to mine.
His hot breath tickles the back of my head, and the warmth of his body transfers to me, even though we’re not touching.
Yet.
“Just sleep,” I mumble, tugging the covers closer to me.
“Princess,” his voice deepens, sending chills down my body. “Turn around.”
I remain in the same position, my body going rigid.
My shoulders tense up, and goosebumps prickle my skin.
I hold in my breath, squeezing my eyes shut.
There’s no sound in the room except the sound of his rapid breathing, and the insane way my heart’s thumping against my ribcage, threatening to leap straight out.
“I said,” he inches a bit closer. “Turn around, Sophia.”
The way he says my name makes me bite my bottom lip. Oh, God. Why the hell am I feeling like this? Something warm spreads through my chest, and I feel something in the pit of my stomach — something I’ve never felt before.
The command in his voice makes me pause for a moment. It’s a threat, a warning, and a deep, dark promise that he’ll do something if I don’t do as he says. So, with careful movements, I turn around to face him.
His face is a mere inch away from mine, his hot breath tickling my nose. He smells like the whiskey he had previously, and nicotine.
“What do you want, Ford?” I whisper, my knuckles turning white from the force I’m gripping the thick duvet.
“You have no idea,” he swallows, and my eyes follow the movement of his Adam's apple as it bobs up and down. “How much I want to destroy you. No,” he chuckles, a sound so deep that it terrifies me to the bones. “I want to ruin you. I want to break you until you’re nothing but a whimpering, pathetic mess for me. Until all you can do is scream my name, until all you can think of is me.”
“What?”
His hand sneaks around my waist, and Soren pulls me flush against him, my cheek pressed against his cheek. A gasp leaves my lips when his hand reaches up my shirt, trailing his fingers up and down my side. The warmth of his fingers is a stark contrast to my cold skin.
“Sleep.”