🛥️😏 #3
"Here," I mutter, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders and securing it over her chest. I try to convince myself it is purely to block the biting ocean breeze, and not because her proximity in that tight dress is testing every ounce of my sanity.
The port side of the yacht is completely isolated. Behind us, the muffled, thumping bass of the party vibrates through the deck, but out here, there is only the quiet lapping of the dark water under a brilliant, starlit sky.
I look down at her. She is glassy-eyed, her usual sharp focus completely blurred by whatever she has taken.
In her right mind, she would rather throw herself overboard than stand this close to me.
We are supposed to be enemies. But right now, the toxic hatred that usually defines us is gone, replaced by a strange, hazy vulnerability.
She caught me completely off guard. Her small hands escaped the blanket and locked around the back of my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my head down as she slammed her mouth against mine.
It wasn't a gentle request. It was an aggressive, uncoordinated, beautiful attack on my senses.
For a split second, my brain screams at me to push her away.
But she presses me closer to herself and the intoxicating heat of her hits me, the weeks of suffocating tension between us snap like a thin wire.
And she gives me no chance to break apart.
I lose my goddamn mind.
A dark, feral growl tears from my throat, and I stop fighting. I grab her waist, lifting her slightly as I push her body back against the cold glass railing .
This is the fucking heat I was talking about .
The fucking feeling my body is craving .
The only catch is that it is the wrong girl .
Our kiss turns suddenly brutal, desperate, and deeply demanding. Our tongues tangle in a furious tug-of-war as we tear into each other, matching our shared hatred with an equally violent hunger.
I shoul push her ways ,I'm not supposed to fucking feel this fucking week.
"How do i taste?" Sophia gasps into my mouth, A moan escapes her lips the moment she feels my hard erection against her wet pussy beneath that damn short dress; even without looking,
I can imagine that her perfectly shaped naked ass is probably pressed against the cold glass fully exposed to the open sea.
I don't feel anything .It's nothing ,just for the moment.
"fucking delicious"I whispers
Fellig her pressing herself harder against the fabric of my trousers , arching into the touch, a soft whimpering sound escaping her.
She brings my hand hungrily onto her backside; it is the confirmation of my dark desire, and just as my hand hovers mere millimeters above her bare skin, I tear myself away and pull myself together.
Fuck .Shit.
what did I just do .
I fucking lost control.
"Shopia stopp "
This is wrong. She is compromised.what the fuck . I am taking advantage of a drugged girl , what the fuck is wrong with me .
With a brutal wrench of my body, I tear myself away from her.
My chest heaves, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped animal. Staring at her in a mix of horror and absolute fury at myself.
For wanting more.
The way she looks at me, so innocent yet full of hunger, drives me absolutely out of my mind.
The sight of her nearly naked body is blocking my brain from thinking straight-
Damn it, I ought to hate her and I do fucking hate her but if I could, I'd take her right now.
Wich is a problem . A huge fucking problem.
Damn, she made a huge mistake.
Sophia stumbles slightly against the glass, letting out a faint, breathless whimper of protest at the sudden loss of contact and warmth. She blinks through the haze, her chest rising and falling rapidly under the blanket.
"Why the hell did you do that?" I demand, pushing that dark thought away ,my voice raw, strained, and dangerously low my lips hot from the intensity of the kiss .
She leans heavily against the railing, looking at me with a faint, sleepy smile touches her lips as she looks down at the fabric clutched in her hands, then back up at my eyes.
"I proved your weakness" she whispers, her voice thick and slurred. By her sudden change of sound I rase my eyebrows. Studying here for a second.
"And what is that ?" I ask lokking down at her.
"You are fucking predictable Calloway " she breathed.
A bitter, humorless smile cut across my own face as the ugly truth settled into my bones.
FUCK
She had used me.
Even with her mind poisoned, even while shivering and entirely compromised, she had weaponize my own game against me.
I had walked straight into her trap. I had lost my goddamn mind the second she touched me.
I closed the remaining gap between us as the harbor lights of the mainland finally came into view. My hands were shaking with a toxic mix of fury and adrenaline as I reached down, tugging her dress back into place to cover her up, before brushing my thumb over her smeared lipstick.
"Is that so?" I growled, watching her nod her head slightly.
This is the exact moment I realize that I have made a mistake.
Because our small Sophia Miller just shattered my control completely.
I fucking underestimated her!