Chapter 5. Want you

The man took his time entering the room. It was slow, as if he was a predator looking at his little and delicious prey. Then he smirked at her cute but angry eyes and puffed cheeks.

"Get out," his voice was deep and commanding. It sent a shiver to Thea's back.

The bodyguard bowed in a respectful manner and went out. However, before he could close the door, Dion spoke again.

"Don't let anyone disturb us. No one is allowed to enter."

"Yes, sir," the bodyguard went out after closing the door.

Then silence. Thea looked at Dion with anger, but somehow, inside her, a strange hope was growing. She gulped. Then she saw his smirk.

"What do you want?! Let me out right now!"

"No," his calm voice followed him as he made his way to the minibar. His movements were slow and careful as he chose a bottle of wine. Red wine. "This will be good for today... our wedding anniversary, don't you think?"

"What?! Are you crazy? Let me go!"

"I said no," he smirked while uncapping the bottle of wine. Then he took two glass cups from the cabinet and started serving the red liquid.

"What... what do you want?"

"…"

He didn't answer, but sat in front of her while carrying the two cups. He looked at her angry face with great amusement. The feeling of having her in his apartment at his mercy was something he had always wanted but never had the courage to do.

He didn't like to be forced to do anything in his life, and marrying the woman who rejected him once, was humiliating his ego. But… he never terminated the marriage, and he never thought of even doing it before, even if he had the power to go against his grandpa.

Deep inside, he knew that he wanted her so badly, so desperately, but she only showed him friendship and partnership the first day of marriage. She didn't see him as a man, her man, only a forced husband.

That made him mad, angry beyond compare. He wanted her.

However, he wasn't used to woo a lady, they always threw themselves at his feet, so he was at a loss of what to do for her to notice his intentions. Now, it was too late, she dared to give him the divorce papers... but she won't be able to file it. Not now, not ever.

"What do you want?"

She questioned him again. He hadn't said a word, and only looked at her while sipping his wine.

"You," he said in that deep and sexy voice that always made her skip a beat.

She gasped and widened her eyes in surprise. "Wh... what?"

"I want you."

"… that… why are you doing this now? We are divorced."

"No."

"No, what?"

His eyes looked at her deeper. "We are not divorced."

"But you signed."

"Yes, but that doesn't matter as long as you don't get to file it."

"What?! What are you talking about? Let me go…" She tried to stand up, but her hands were tied to her back, so she fell to the floor. "Auch…"

She couldn't stand up and kept falling while she tried again and again. Then she heard a chuckle. The man was covering his mouth with his hand, but his smiling eyes were directed at her. She had never seen those happy eyes on him.

"You…"

"Let me help you."

He kneeled beside her and carried her into his arms. She thought he would open the handcuffs, but he only made her sit on top of his lap, as if taking advantage of her.

"Wait... you…"

"Don't move."

His breath smelled like wine. So seductive and intoxicating to her senses.

Then he grabbed the cup and took another sip. Tasting it with his tongue. She followed his movements, not daring to make a move. He looked so perfect, the same as all those years, but with the maturity of a full-grown man.

"Thea..." his soft tone and gentle moves made her a bit dazzled. For as long as she remembered, he had never behaved that way with her. He was always cold and angry. She always thought he hated her.

"Thea..."

She woke up from the daze when he raised her chin and his lips touched her mouth, his tongue asked to let him enter, and she complied. Then he started transferring the wine to her throat.

She couldn't fight as his tongue kept locked her lips, and his hand on her nape didn't let her move back.

Then she felt her senses being immersed in the feeling, making her move on her own, taking his tongue to play another round into her mouth and pulling his shirt to her even with the handcuffs on her wrists.

She was so deep into the kiss that she didn't hear when the chains opened up and fell into the floor, making a clang. Her arms wrapped his shoulders to pull him deeper to her, to feel his warmth.

Then, just as she felt that she was out of breath, he let her go to take a look at her beautiful infatuated face.

"You… you…. Ah!"

However, he took advantage of the moment to take out her black hoodie. She didn't fight, as she was feeling the heat rising up inside her body, covering every inch of her skin.

The moment she was without the sweater, she jumped him again, straddling his waist and kissing him with ferocity.

'What is this?' She thought. 'Why is he doing this?'

She always knew that she had waited for him, for a year she waited, but he never came to the house, their house. She became desperate.

"Thea..." he whispered.

His hands were making her feel hotter as he was already taking her tank top out. Then the view from that morning came again as a beautiful spring picture. Full of warmth and sensuality. He gulped again, but now he would not stop. He unlocked her bra without waiting for another second.

"Dion... wait... I... mm…"

Her sweet moans were music to his ears. The soft flesh of her body was a dream to his senses.

The feeling of his cold lips on her skin intoxicated her, making her arch her back to give him full access.

He opened the zip of her jeans and began lowering it while his hands fondled her perky butt.

However, it proved to be a difficult task as the pants fitted tightly to her awesome curves.

Noticing the frown on his forehead, she smiled and stood up.

But, he didn't want to let her go and grabbed her hand. "Don't…"

"Wait," she smiled and signaled for him to leave her hand. He hesitated a second before he unwrapped his fingers.

She took off the jeans slowly, leaving her with only her small black panties, almost naked to his sight. His eyes were now bulging, and his throat couldn't stop a gulp.

"Come," he ordered and pushed her onto the couch.