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ESCAPE
"What do you think you are doing?' he asked in that his deep velvety voice that was soft and sexy yet intimidating.
It made her knees go weak, a negative kind of weak, not out of fear but out of want.
It irritated her yet she could do nothing about it except try to hate him more for he was her enemy.
"Won't you answer me?' he said to her with his mouth close to her ears, causing some unexplainable feeling to wash over her.
She noticed then that he was angry, really furious.
Fear began to rapidly seep into her formerly undaunted and untainted blood stream.
The angry aura he exuded made her slightly tremble.
She was instantly scared of him no doubt for he was nothing but a ruthless man.
'I,' she began. 'I-' her voice wavered, shook so badly that she had to stop talking.
His hands around her waist tightened as his scent filled her nostrils against her will.
He smelled so good.
'You what?' He demanded softly, seductively.
'I didn't, I wasn't, I'm not leaving,' she said in a rushed voice.
There was desperation boldly scrawled onto it.
'You know that I won't, right?' She asked him.
She was blabbering, muttering incessant nonsense and she knew.
But, she wanted anything, just anything to buy time to keep her from his rage.
He was a beast in his fury, a highly insane one at that.
'Speak,' he ordered her.
She refused to answer, unwilling to make a fool out of herself once again for the umpteenth time.
He whirled her around -catching her when she totally thought that she would fall.
He turned her to him, bringing her against his hard chest gently, his hands still on her waist.
Her breath caught in her throat, slightly out of fear and also want or need, like it always did at their heated proximity.
She wondered how it was possible for her to be afraid and aroused at the same time, simultaneously.
His shirt was missing the first three buttons, revealing his dark chest which her small palm was resting on currently.
Her fingers were sprawled across the glowing skin of his chest which was hard beneath.
Fuck!
Was he hard? He was.
His chest was rock hard and solid, sinfully gorgeous.
Her blood was gradually warming by several degrees centigrade.
She didn't even dare look up at him or move her palm.
She was subtly enjoying the view and feeling his sexy sinews and eight stone abs.
'Look at me,' he commanded her in a low murmur.
She tried to but could not bring herself to do such.
He must have lost his patience for he hooked his fingers around her chin, caressing it lightly before tilting her head upwards.
The gesture forced her gaze to meet his deep deadly own.
She met his dark soulless eyes and gasped a little.
She began to look elsewhere.
'Mine,' he whispered, his eyes turning silver for a moment before returning to its normal color of sable black.
He looked away for a nanosecond and then back to her.
She met his eyes and their gazes locked properly.
The instant it did so, she was fully lost in the melanous hollow of his terribly sexy eyes.
Her heart tightened and she felt unable to breath.
Would this be the end of her?
Was she dying?
Could this beast suck out her soul with his eyes?
He chuckled then as if he had heard her thoughts.
'Breathe Mine, breathe. It's because you are holding your breath,' he informed her.
She realised then that she truly was indeed holding her breath and that was the reason she had felt as if she were dying.
She felt stupid as he teased her with a sly smile.
'Breathe Mine, slowly breathe.'
She knew that he knew what he was doing to her.
He was aware of the chaos and catastrophe that he was causing inside of her.
He was conscious of the boiling volcano that he was slowly stirring each time.
She inhaled and then exhaled very softly.
She too was aware that his soft teasing voice did not mean that he was no longer angry at her.
It instead meant that he was losing his patience and getting more furious.
'I was breathing,' she said with venom.
He laughed at her.
It was a scorn filled guffaw to be precise.
It sounded rather dignified coming from him.
She stared at him until he was done guffawing.
She noticed then that his laughter had been mirthless.
It only spelled trouble.
His gaze hardened alongside the lines of his face.
Her earlier fear accelerated, doubling instantly.
'What do you think you are doing?' He asked her once again with furrowed brows.
She heard the fury in his voice, magnified by his sharp features.
He was no longer angry.
He was now mad at her, raving mad, vexed beyond that which she could decipher.
Her heartbeat became quick and vigorous.
She was in a trouble deeper than the deepest of oceans.
'I was making an Escape,' she answered truthfully.
She was not sure she could handle him more mad than this.
Lying to him always seem to do that. 'Isn't it very obvious?' she continued brazenly.
He cocked her one of his full silky arched black brows.
'You were?' he asked her as if he was just realizing it.
However, she chose to say nothing at all as an amused smirk graced his lips.
He stared at her pointedly with a perturbing indiscernible expression.
She recalled then that she was on a disguise.
Wait! Had she been the one to give herself away?
She could not be sure of it.
'How did you know?' She asked with suspicious eyes.
He smirked evilly at her, instantly understanding her.
'I would always be able to identify you Mine, even in the midst of myriads of ladies.'
His answer was sure, self assured, concrete in a voice that left no room for doubt.
He meant what he had just said.
"So you thought that you could fool me with a disguise?"
She made to speak.
"How audacious of you! How dare you do such Lady Mine?' He said to her.
His eyes were hard and unforgiving, raging but his voice sweet and molliscent.
She wasn't in any way fooled by the contrast.
She knew him well enough to not bother to be.
'I want to leave.'
'No! No! You can never do such! You must never do such! You can not leave Lady Mine!,' he spat out with a venom that matched his vexed eyes.
There was a long pause in which she began to withdraw her hands from his chest.
He caught her palm, placing his over hers to keep it in place, stopping her.
She stared surprised, perplexed.
He stared at her like he was going to eat her whole, like the insane beast that he was.
Her whole body tensed, rigid.
But something surprising happened.
The corners of his mouth lifted.
She stared in astonishment at the rare occurrence.
Was...was that a smile?!
"You can't fool me,' he said to her in a matter of fact way.
She swallowed at the intense way he stared at her.
His eyes were burning with something fervid.
'You can never fool me Mine. You belong to me. I own you and it will remain so.'
Her heart cracked.
Tears stole her eyes but she dare not let it pour down.
She was too strong for that.
She could only stare at him as her resolve shattered into zillions of broken shards.
She could never escape.
...OmaPhinaPhire