His arms wrapped around my waist as a peck was placed on my neck. A damn hot gesture that was enough to melt me in his arms but remember he's the one who abducted me.
He pulled me up and my head was placed on a cushion.
Now that's comfy.
Shit. What am I even thinking? Ahhh. Dumb y/n. And why was I even letting him touch me. What does that make me? I'm not a for sale toy or something.
"Don't touch me" I breathed out hitting what felt like his chest and I heard him sigh. But the fact that he didn't even budge let alone an ow was making me feel like a chick.
A baby chick.
A hand stroked my cheek and yes that might have worked cuz I wasn't hitting him anymore. I was flabbergasted. By his proximity, his heat radiating in my body and that damn scent.
I was one step away from losing control when the blindfold was removed and a pair of eyes were right in front of mine. I would've shouted if it was someone else.
But dude his eyes were so captivating that I forgot to breathe. Instead I squinted in the sheets ... down and down. He was right above me, arms on either side of me and his breath fanning my lips.
His eyes searched mine for what felt like hours and gaze dropped where it shouldn't have. My lips. In those brief couple of seconds I scanned his features.
The doe eyes, the straight bridge of his nose, milky skin, puff cheeks, sharp jawline and so damn kissable lips. Like maybe I want to kiss them again ... and wanna get high.
I don't know but for once can he just like ... kiss me. WHAT THE FCKK! What am I even thinking!? Ah y/n you can't kiss him. You can't even if those are savory and warm and kissable.
And make you feel millions of butterflies and wibbly wobbly sensation in your stomach. And no--- Stop it you horny ass!
There was a time when I thought I was asexual since I didn't have a sexual reaction towards anyone but now. Look at me. I'm drooling over this man- a gangster, killer and yes a kidnapper too.
But this trope is damn kinky.
And I didn't realise I was clenching onto the shirt from his shoulders, I must've been staring like a creep at those damn lips and he must've known cuz he came closer.
His lips brushed against mine. I know what he was doing. I'm not a kindergarten kiddo afterall. Yet I-- I let out a shaky breath when he did that.
And I knew what he was gonna do. I knew his eyes were asking for consent. I knew and I blinked as if saying yes. I was and wasn't. And then in a slow .. very slow motion .. as if the time had frozen.
His lips engulfed mine. It was a peck.. a simple, soft, brief one and I swear I was seeing stars. I knew I was gonna regret this but I couldn't help it.
And then his hands cupped my face. His large, warm, soft hands on my face. Sohsoshdieheidhidh. His head tilted to the side as his lips again crashed onto mine.
And I knew .. I knew it was amazing. Just enough. Just perfect. I knew I was gonna hate myself for this but I tilted my head too, giving him better access.
He sucked onto my bottom lip ever so .. gently. It was intimidating, tempting in an unhealthy way. The way he increased pace, the way he switched patterns and the way he parted.
His chest was heaving in and out. His black hairs slightly cover his beautiful eyes. And he smiled .. not that maniac one, not the psychotic one. It was a genuine smile. A smile.
He rested his forehead on mind, closing his eyes. And I wasn't pushing him away letting him do whatever he wanted. It was as if I wanted him to do things to me ... which wasn't a lie.
"Three years ..." He breathed out.
"Three years I've been wanting to taste these luscious lips of yours. The wait was long but .... worth it" His eyes opened and bore into mine.
My heart skipped a beat. It did.
"What do you want from me?" I asked in a low voice, turning my head to my other side. He looked way too much, tempting for my heart to handle.
There was silence ... a long one. I turned my head back at him and realized the burning sensation on my wrists.
Damn these cuffs.
As if he read through me, he wasn't on top of me anymore, instead he was in a sitting position uncuffing my wrists. I leaned to the headboard too while taking a sitting position.
"My body? Will you let me go after using me?"
The click of the cuff was heard but he clearly looked disappointed from my question.
What? Does he wanna chop me into pieces or something?
All of a sudden there was a knock on the door and he was not on the bed ... not anymore. Just before leaving the room he murmured without looking back.
"I want you"
I was left alone in this huge room with these mighty curtains, fancy furniture and loneliness. I noticed how the whole room was a combination of black and grey.
In short the room looked like an abstract art.
I know he must've locked the door and I know I can't get out for now so I just lay back on the bed and organize my thoughts. It has been a long time since I spent time for myself now that I think about it.
It feels .... not bad.
No tension of assignments, no academic stress, no social media ... nothing.
I don't realise when I was already asleep but I remember hearing the closing of the door and soft footsteps. I remember my head being placed on a pillow and be
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