Page 21 of Twisted Arrangement
I rolled my eyes and took his hand, allowing him to lead me to the dance floor.
"I didn't know you danced, Luca." I slipped my hand in his, shuddering softly when his palm landed on my lower back.
His eyes landed on mine. "I see your friend has told you all about me."
I scoffed as he began swaying me slowly to the soft classical music. "Yeah, it's real classy to have found out about the man I'mfuckingfrommy friend."
"Watch your tone," he warned.
"Or what?"
He spun me around, and I came crashing into his chest. "I’ll spank that bratty attitude right out of you."
My cheeks burned. His hand that was resting on my lower back teasingly glided up and down, searing through the sheer fabric of my dress. Electricity crackled in my veins where the tip of our fingertips connected. I swallowed thickly, drowning in the smoky-gray eyes that held mine captive.
My reaction to him was purely visceral, and it tortured me immensely that he didn't even feel a fraction of what I was beginning to feel for him. My skin burned at his proximity, and when I was in a room with him, he was the only thing I could see.
"Do you really feel so little?" I squinted my eyes at him, seizing his expression in a piercing gaze that maybe, just maybe, something would crack in that icy mask of his.
"I don't feel at all," he deadpanned.
My heart bled. "No, it's not that. You are just an asshole," I gritted out at him.
I wrestled myself from his grip, storming out of the hall. I didn't need to look back to know that he was right behind me.
The compound was quiet, with the distant chirping of birds echoing through the woods on the property. My chest heaved, rising up and down with rapid breaths. My eyes burned withtears, and I was filled with self-loathing because I didn't understand how I allowed myself to get entangled in this mess.
In truth, be careful what you wish for. I was delusional to think that I wanted to see him again after our blind date, and now, he was like a thorn in my flesh that wouldn't let me be, no matter how much I tried to get it out.
A woodsy amber scent barged into my nostrils when a large palm grabbed my throat from behind. I moaned, feeling my back crushed against a hard surface. My thigh clenched together when a hard object poked me from behind, nestling against my ass.
"Where do you think you are going?" His wicked voice hit the shell of my ear.
He loomed behind me like a shadow—so dark and terrific.
"Away from you!"
He chuckled, stroking my pulse point. "You want to run? Run. Run as fast as you can, Sienna, because if I catch you, I'll fuck you."
My body went into panic mode. I was frantic with fear, dashing straight for the woods.
I could have called his bluff. I could have decided not to run, but I didn't. I ran like hell, panting so hard as I tried to navigate my way through the woods in my heels. My ankles hurt. My lungs burned. My eyes were clouded with unshed tears.
I was scared, or that was what I wanted myself to believe, because deep down, there was a sick, twisted side of him that reveled in being hunted, that relished being a prey, and was turned on by it.
The pounding of my own heart reached my ears, and with the way my legs wobbled, I knew I was going to give out soon. I halted, nearly losing my balance. I looked over my shoulder, puzzled when I couldn't make out his silhouette. I could have sworn he was right behind me.
Horror bled into me, knowing he could be anywhere right now, lurking in the dark, watching me, stalking me. I panted, clutching my chest and swinging my head around every second to make sure I wasn't caught off guard.
One minute, I was standing in the middle of the woods with a wandering gaze, the next, I was slammed against a tree. My hardened nipples scraped against the rough surface, eliciting a moan from me and keeping me on my toes.
"I told you what would happen if I caught you," he whispered menacingly into my ear.
"Get on with it," I gritted, hating how turned on I was.
The ripping sound of my dress filled the air. "Watch your tone and stop being a brat." His finger hooked around my panties, snapping them against my skin, and then, he tore them off.
My lips parted as I struggled to get air in. I ground against him, needing the friction more than ever, but he didn't give me what I wanted.
