π| FIFTY FOUR
***This woman, she wants an alliance, and I can give it...***
~Carmen~
Five hours and probably seven orgasms later, you were staring at her across the dining table.
Her cheeks was flushed, her hair completely disheveled as she just grinned with satisfaction.
"So, what are we?" She broke the silence with a tilted brow.
A smile tugged at the corner of your lips at her words.
"Isn't it obvious?"
She shook her head, pouring herself some camomile tea from the jug.
She lifted her eyes from the cup and stared straight at you.
The look she gave you was provocative, slutty even.
"I don't think so."
You leaned back to watch the rise and fall of her breasts as she lifted the cup to her lips and took a dram.
She was beautiful, mesmerizing in a way that made you unaware of your surrounding once she came in to view.
Her red and black hair looked so good tousled around her shoulders.
The exposed skin of her clavicle reminded you of glazed caramel.
"So?" She interrupted you. "Are you not gonna label it or—"
You didn't let her finish.
"Or, I choose or."
You flashed her a grin.
She groaned.
"Don't do that," she complained while rolling her eyes.
You raised a brow.
"Do what?" You asked in confusion.
She gestured at you with her lips.
"That," she murmured. "Don't show me all your teeth like that."
"Huh?" You gaped softly.
You were confused on why she didn't want to see your teeth.
"Why?" You demanded.
She shrugged.
"They're too perfect, makes me jealous," she admitted.
You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief at her words.
"You don't mean that."
She took a sip, looking at you from over the top, eyes narrowed.
"Yes, I do," she said as she set down the cup, enunciating every word.
You rolled your eyes.
"So this or is what?" She began. "Is it lovers, bed friends, or friends with benefits?"
Your jaw fell slightly.
What the fuck was she implying? That you were using her?
She quirked a brow at you.
"What?"
Your lips thinned.
"Lovers? Friends with benefits?"
You scoffed in disbelief.
"Is that how you see me, Rachel?" you said, standing abruptly.
At that height, you loomed over her, squinting your eyes at her.
Her eyes widened.
She seemed genuinely surprised that you had taken offence.
"Carmen, I—"
"I still speak," you shut her down with a brief but hard glare.
She sat upright then, swallowing spittle with a flushed face.
You leaned in closer with a frown, gripping her chin firmly.
She blinked repeatedly and cowed underneath your cold eyed gaze.
"Do I strike you as someone shallow who play games with women?"
Her breathing quickened as her eyes darted here and there.
"Answer me," you murmured with a soft yet menacing tone.
She instantly shook her head.
The image of her, just sitting there like that, subjugated, did something to you.
Your gaze dropped to her mouth.
She kicked her lips and instantly they looked glorious wet.
You inhaled deeply.
What was she doing to you?
Blood started to roar in your ears at the submissive look in her eyes.
The blood rushed downwards, to your loins, engoring your dick.
The word FUCK nearly left your lips as you let go of her chin.
You ran your hands through your hair, chest out, proofing up in a wide stance to overawe her.
You leaned in closer to her, your eyes searching hers deeply.
"You are mine, Rachel, mine," you reiterated to her face.
She swallowed lightly.
"Is that clear?" You demanded.
She nodded her head quickly, her shoulders hunched, eyes wide.
The motion caused her bosom to bounce and your eyes dropped to them, your pupils dilating.
When you looked up, she was just staring quizzically.
You glared at her.
She raised a brow at you in question, wondering what exactly she had done wrong.
"Are we clear?" You repeated your question, inhaling deeply.
Her eyes lit up.
She mouthed AH at you, and then, SORRY came right after.
"Yes, it's clear," she replied in a low key shaky voice, soft yet sultry.
She bit her lower lips, eyes squared on the bulge in your pants.
Your gaze trailed hers.
Until you lifted your head, looking back at her, it didn't click—the smirk which appeared at the corner of her sexy mouth.
But it soon did.
You realized then that she was doing this on purpose, enjoying it even, your intimidation.
You took a step back.
"You're enjoying this," you accused her with furrowed brows.
She gave you a shit eating grin, shrugging her shoulders.
Your eyes widened.
"I can't believe that you really are enjoying this," you snapped, slamming your palm on the table.
She burst into laughter, her face lighting up completely.
She appeared to have been genuinely entertained.
"Stop laughing," you sneered. "This is not funny, Rachel."
"You little—" you began just as she interrupted you.
"Are you done?" She asked you with mischievous eyes.
You gaped, your jaw falling slack.
Her gaze deliberately dropped to your cock, begging to be free.
"If you are—even if you aren't—you can kindly shut up and give me the permission to straddle you."
...OmaPhinaPhire🔥