"Mr Yusupov."
The glass in my hand slightly wavered. Just a voice brought my entire being into a slow moving stand still.
Breathy, a voice of siren.
My call for salvation, lust, desire, greed- to have and behold it for eternity. The beast who I never banished or felt that he was my weakness but rather whom I thought patience now flickered with temptation.
A ravishing temptation. The utter urgency to touch, no, trace my fingers from her head to toe. Imprint herself in my heart.
God's have spent too long hours or surprisingly not days in creating her. Epitome of innocence yet seductive beauty making my heartless body to beat with one.
Whisk of musky earth herbs, sandalwood, and rose buckled my knees as my muscle coiled further in tension. The same mysterious scent flashed in my head back at the Suzuka Grand Prix. She was the one.
The monotonous colour of black and white bleaks at her presence.
Unconsciously, I breathe the air that is already curled with nicotine now mixes with her scent. A scent of early morning due near the alps when the cottages burn woods in the early morning for breakfast especially during the spring.
She is my woodsy spring I was earning for all my thirty five years since birth. Not the harsh but the warmth coupled with a field of blooming rose. She makes me breathe like a human… Dangerous yet normal at the same time.
Jet black hair, no, rust copper brown hair too deep to incorrectly call it black padded with dripping water reached until her arm length. Hawk like eyes along with those thick lashes looking down at me are glowing under the hotel lounge's light, should I be hard like a fucking rock now? Fuck I am. Even though the simple deep brown ones have a splash of rich creaminess just like in the hot chocolate. I want to drink it wholly not leaving an ounce to any fucker who even dares to look at her.
Craved eyebrows, straight but pointed cute button nose. Cupid bow lips, neither dark nor light. I want it to crush it under mine. Latching hers as strings of saliva, my saliva connecting with hers. Temporarily bounding. Is this what it feels- the want of a mate for an alpha?
Resisting? Blah. Bullshit. Idiotic thoughts. This is not a mere attraction… No. This is a mad obsession. A primal obsession to sink myself into her intoxication. I feel like I have seen and felt what exactly heaven would be in the manifestation of the woman in front of me.
A sane man who knows what kind of world he lives in would have stayed as far as fuck he should have been but I?... I am no fucking sane man. Neither a saint, Buddha? Puff! I can't even stay in one place without a doze of adrenaline or calculating someone's demise. A gentleman? Well… I can be sort of but still a manwhore. I wanted her to be mine. Exclusive. Hundred and one percent.
If I have to ruin her beyond anyone can have her then that is what I will opt for because I will rearrange her in a way that I will be the one and only to recognise Anushka Vaidyanath.
No fucking motherfuckers can even wait for leftovers because there would be none.
"Mr Yusupov?" Her voice rang out again, calling that piece of shit surname I am still using despite every inch of cells fuming in range but I don't act like reckless dumb brutes.
I wait, I place the bait, and then hunt like a hungry predator. The more the hunger, the delirious would be the outcome.
"Sit"
My sight at her never wavered even for a moment or the strain of thoughts I was dilated away. While hers? Brave enough to keep staring for more than a moment but there were times I found them breaking the contact with mine.
My jaw tensed at her trained and vigilant movements in her safe bubble screaming at me that I wasn't Anushka's safe zone yet.
I wish. So much I wish, I could soften this unhinged gaze of mine for her, only her but we are surrounded by my guards. The so-called shadows, and I am in a situation that can't allow even a minor seconds of vulnerability. A curse for this society.
"You wished to have a talk with me before my official enrolment into the team?"
I grunted with affirmation as I am officially lost for words in front of my heaven. A peaceful silence stretched for me as I was still ogling her nearly translucent clothes from the rain. But her? Nervousness or rather I am making her uncomfortable in her own skin as Anushka teases me with that tongue of hers, slowly glistening the lower lips and finally sinking it with her pearl teeth.
"Stop biting" I grumbled at the tension of the heat coiled at the base of my stomach as my cock had attained the state of blue balls.
"Excuse me?" Anushka fucking can't read the goddamn room. Pretending, dripping in innocence. I gritted my teeth, fisting my fingers not to give in yet.
I admit that- I am yearning, lusting, and obsessively losing my mind over her but that doesn't mean, I will aggressively claim her. Force her to be mine. No. Never. It is her choice to choose me willingly and I will make sure it happens as I lose my mind over it.
I did say I'm a gentleman.
Rather, I want her to yearn for me, lust for me, and finally submit to me as if only my arms will be her safe cage that she will voluntarily lock herself in. Till that patience is virtue.
I stood up, removing my blazer and throwing it on the couch. Leisurely nod at my head guard- Iya to leave us alone. His eyes flickered in a moment between us but eventually knowing his place, he bowed. Taking the rest of the guards out of the room, leaving us to ourselves.
Good. I have got a prey to hunt.