Chapter 5

ALVIRA'S POV

I felt the slight shivers that racked my body begin to increase. I tried to stop my teeth from chattering together by biting down hard at my lower lip till I felt blood trickled down my lip.

Tears filled my eyes. I was such a weirdo.

Carter was all gentleness now, smiling at me, and asking polite little questions, but I could hardly answer him. No matter how much I tried to, my teeth could not just stop.

He reached out a hand gently and took mine that was balled in a tight fist.

"Alvira look at me,” he commanded, but there was a gentleness in his voice. Unwittingly, I found myself staring into his intimidating jet-black eyes.

"Do you want me to hold you?” He asked, and if the offer was unusual, the look in his eyes showed he knew what I needed, even before I needed it.

Right now, I did need a hug badly, but I was afraid of how my body would react to his if I let him hold me again.

I found myself nodding, against my better judgement.

I expected Carter to get up, and walk over to give me the hug, but to my surprise, he merely pushed out his chair a bit, and opened his arms. There was a command in his voice when he spoke next.

"Come to me Alvira.”

I shook my head, and yet I got up on my feet, and moved over to him with shaky legs, and self consciousness heating my cheeks in a blush that was probably very painful to watch.

I couldn’t look into his eyes as I got to where he was, and I merely stood beside him, feeling stupid, and shivering in my thin spaghetti straps.

"I said come to me Alvira.”

I felt a jolt of surprise. He actually expected me to cuddle into his lap, here in the public. My eyes searched the entire vicinity, and it was only I realized that we were the only ones in the restaurant. Had Carter paid for us to have the ace to ourselves!

Instead of that thought warming me, it only made me more scared. It showed me how rich and powerful Carter was – and how much he could probably do whatever he wanted to me.

I shivered, and then, he spoke with more command.

"Come here Alvira.”

I climbed into his lap, my lashes hiding my eyes, as my cheeks heated in embarrassment. His masculine scent was everywhere, and his body was so firm behind mine, the shivers that ran through my spine were of a new kind.

"Shhh.” He murmured into my ear. “All I want to do is hold you, to allow my body warm yours. You’re safe with me,” he mummured into my ear, and just when I started relaxing, he added wickedly. “For now.”

I whipped my head around to face him, and I instantly regretted it. His jet black eyes bore into mine, and the combination of emotions I saw there made me very confused, as it started my heart beating in mismatched patterns.

My throat felt dry, and unwittingly, the tip of my tongue jutted out to wet my lower lip.

His eyes mirrored an expression that was a combination of aching tenderness, amusement, and also, ruthless wickedness.

I knew this was a man that could be very gentle, his touch tender and loving, very aloof and heartless, or ruthless wicked – and it all depended on the emotion he chose to feel at the time. He seemed completely in control of his emotions.

My case was entirely different. I could not control the turmoil of emotions that raged through me. I was extremely afraid of him, and yet my newly wayward body craved his touch.

As though this was the last time I would allow myself stare at him so brazenly, I let myself take in his face, and every inch of him I could see from my twisted position.

His jet black hair was sleeked back, but from the thick wavy lock that fell over his face, I could tell all he had needed was to run his hand through it. Something about the blackness of his hair made him look so sinister, like some night predator.

His face however was that of a stranger you could trust for your safety – just not the safety of your heart. Well chiseled, with an aristocratic jawline, nose, and a lip that managed to be generous, and yet not too full.

He was more handsome than all the celebrity actors I had ever had a crush on – back before the time I was raped, when I could still afford to have crushes.

His white shirt of obvious expensive quality was worn so carelessly, with almost half the buttons open, that he should probably not have bothered to wear a shirt at all.

I could see the iron-like muscles that stretched across the expanse of his stomach, his broad, powerful chest, and the imprint of his hard make body against the shirt.

His voice was low and dangerously sexy. “Keep looking at me like that, and I’d lay you on the table right now, and take you in every possible way.”

My gaze snapped back to his eyes, and what I saw there made me breathless. Unable to keep looking at him, I stared at my fingers as I felt my cheeks heat in a painful blush.

I felt his muscles harden even more under me, turning to still.

His breath on my ear sent a shiver downy spine. “As it is, I’d just have to settle with doing this.”

His hand slid lower, from where it had held me on my waist, and lower still, till I felt his hand playing with the hem of my dress, then going under my dress, and going upward to find me.

His other hand held me steady as I jolted from the impact of his touch, and when I tried to run from him, his hand forced me to himself, while his other hand kept working on me, till I was panting, writhing, and begging.

But I did not know if I was begging him to let me go, or to finish what he started.

The tears in my eyes suggested that I wanted him to free me, but my wayward body began to grind hard against him, till I could feel the evidence of his own arousal.

I turned then, a bit awed that I could have such an effect on him. All this while, I had been focused totally on myself, and it had not occurred to me to wonder whether the contact of my body and his brought him as much pleasure as it brought. Me.

"Yeah baby,” he whispered vaguely, a smile playing on his lips.

Curiousity took over my fear, and, surprising even myself, I pressed my lips against his. Turning fully to face him, so that my legs straddled him, causing my dress to ride high over my thighs, it was my turn to hold on to him.

I felt him gasp in slight surprise, and when I finally pulled away, he was smiling.

"So the kitten does have claws –”

"More like she has lips,” I said, feeling

uncharacteristically brave, then, “I was hoping you’d take over the kiss.”

"And why is that?”

I saw he wanted an answer. “Because I never really know what to do.” I started feeling shy and tried to get up and hi back to my seat. To my surprise, he actually let me get up, but not to go back to my seat.

Carter got up with me, and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside as he stretched out his hand protectively, and waited till I settled myself beside him, before he turned to leave, with me by his side.

I did not know what deal he had with the expensive restaurant, because he did not even need to make any payment right there, we just got up and left.

We spent the ready of the day watching two horror movies, with me screaming each time there was a jump scare, and hugging him tight, and him telling me that horror movies were even more romantic than romance movies. I could not disagree.

We went to a pleasure park after that, and even though it was already ten o’clock in the night, Carter had somehow been able to manufacture workers who ran the various ‘dangerous’ rides for us, till an hour and a hundred screams later, I was too hoarse from laughing and screaming at the same time, that he finally decided it was time to take me home.

We where chauffeur driven up to my house, and he turned to face me. “I’d call you before you sleep.”

I nodded, wondering how he was going to know when I would sleep. Before I opened the door, he grabbed my hand. His kiss was long, thorough, and ruthless. I got out of the car knowing only one thing got sure:

I was in love with Carter.

True to his word, as I lay in bed, with my eyelids just about to close, my phone rang, and I couldn’t stop the smile that broke out over my face when I saw his name on the screen, then caution set in.

"Carter… what are your intentions what are your plans towards me?” I surprised myself by asking.

There was a hint of a smile in the voice that answered. “What else? To break you my sweet flower.”

The line went dead, and I couldn’t sleep again.