Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 102: Emotions, His Ruin.
They said angels lived far off in heaven, yet he was looking at one right now.
He had her cornered, watching as her face turned red and redder with every passing second.
It thrilled him, so he repeated every word she’d said and he watched her squirm with the desire to run away but he was giving her no chance to escape him right now.
He’d already known by now that her instinctive action was to flee whenever she sensed his displeasure.
He’d had her brought to this event so she would stand next to him throughout the evening, so how could he let his brothers snatch her away tonight?
Ever since their childhood, the three of them had been very different from each other, none of them shared similar interests until now.
Was this young woman going to be the very first?
Was he, interested in her?
Surely not in the romantic form everyone would think, to him she was a fascination.
Something that thrilled him. He was beyond certain he had no ability to romantically care for someone.
He wanted to keep her around because she amused him, he wanted to see her because her looks captivated him.
He wouldn’t deny himself of what he wanted.
Just like he didn’t deny himself teasing her to a corner till her face turned red, just like he didn’t deny himself the strong urge to kiss her luscious lips.
Rationality was the main thing that would tell him not to kiss her, not to put ideas in her head.
But rationality had deserted him when she was right in front of him, trapped against him, when her mesmerizing eyes gazed up at him.
Rationality was something he no longer possessed.
The desire came like a boulder, crashing onto him so fiercely he felt his self control slowly shattering the very moment he closed his mouth to hers.
That desire was too intense he couldn’t pour all of it out because it would undoubtedly frighten her, he struggled to reign in the force of it so much so his hands trembled until he tightened his hold on her, his arm snaking around her waist, the other holding her face steady as he tilted his head and devoured her mouth hungrily.
Self control wasn’t a thing if he was with her, he’d realized.
Self control became a torture that made him ache badly.
He heard her gasp when his mouth slightly pulled away only to arrest her lips against his own once more.
Insatiable was the only word he could describe this hunger within him.
It had clearly started with a harmless little urge to kiss her, taste her lips to his own, but it continued to escalate.
His breath came rapidly, and he swallowed every single one of hers.
Their breaths mingled as he tasted her tongue.
A thrill ran through his veins stretching straight to the left side of his chest, a part of his body grew and tightened painfully.
His reaction to her was always rapid, and through every moment of it he’d feel like fire was burning through his veins.
It was astounding how he couldn’t have this rapid kind of pleasure without her, pleasure that would come with something he’d considered insignificant, a kiss.
Pleasure that came with a painfully grilling hunger to taste, every single part of her inviting skin.
It bordered on insanity.
A wild insanity that couldn’t be controlled.
Such kind of uncontrollable urges were the one and only thing that made Andrew Sterling’s whole body turn cold.
Emotions were weapons and they could destroy.
Emotions could be his ruin.
That was why he’d kept his distance from her even when he knew she was the only antidote that cured his sleep problems.
Control, he thought he’d regained his unshakeable control after the first time he’d had sex with her until now when he kissed her again, he only realized now that no one else could make him feel this way.
And if he continued to, these uncontrollably emotions, this fire that burned inside him and singed every part of him internally, this raging desire could be his ruin.
Torturously, he separated his lips from hers instantly feeling emptiness devour him the moment he did.
As if he’d finally found the one thing he was supposed to have all his life but had separated himself from it.
Anne opened her eyes slowly, the man in whose arms she was trapped still held onto to her for a moment longer, his jaw tightened as he gritted his teeth, he closed his eyes for two seconds, and in that short amount of time she saw unwillingness unbearably flicker over his handsome features, when he opened his eyes again they were cold and detached, as if he’d murdered the man who kissed her in those short seconds his eyes were closed.
He suddenly let go of her with the speed of one who’d been scorched and instantly put distance between them turning his back on her.
The silence burned as equally as the flame of desire that had just burned between them.
Confusion marred Anne’s features as she stared at his back, her breaths still coming heavy.
That familiarity wasn’t a doubt now, it was a certainty lodged in her heart.
Her eyes suddenly burned, glistening with tears. Tears of uncertainty and an aching need that had suddenly been birthed inside her.
She turned, yanking the balcony door open and raced out, keeping herself hidden enough that she didn’t attract anyone’s attention from the event as she ran through the hallways till she found the restroom.
In her haste to get away, Anne didn’t realize someone who’d been waiting for her to leave Andrew’s side had actually called her name.
Donald had been waiting discreetly for when his brother would release Anne, he didn’t expect that the moment she would emerge, he would see tears shining in her eyes.
What had his brother done to her?
Donald made to follow her but stopped himself, suddenly changed his mind and went to the balcony instead.
He met his brother’s cold back.
"Bro, what did you do to Anne? Just now she..."
Donald’s words stopped abruptly as he came to stand directly next to his brother, his face showed astonishment as he stared at the latter’s profile.
Was he seeing things right?
His brother, actually...
