Unveiled (Torn #6)(40)

Rolling my eyes, I darted out of there in a heartbeat, surely not wanting him to indulge in one his wicked fantasies. Trust me, the guy had many…but as much as I wanted to love to have some fun and games with role plays, I meant it when I want us to be seen in public. We both need to appear united and very much together.

It wasn’t anything major but it was a good start. And even though it’s little steps, as long as we’re both progressing towards the same goal, the same destination, it should suffice.





Chapter 20


Lindsey


Almost an hour later, I found myself sitting across him in a small cozy restaurant that overlooked the beautiful sea. My eyes were busy gathering the surroundings with its rustic charm and feeling that I adored greatly. He, on the other hand, was rather too caught up gazing at me, as if he couldn’t get enough of taking me in those fathomless eyes of his.

It was rather too overwhelming that even the nice man who clearly owned the place made a comment that I was lucky to have a man who was crazy in love with me. Thanking with a smile, I rolled my eyes when he left, making a joke out of it. “Crazy you might be…but crazy in love? That’s still out to be decided.”

“Your hair and that face of yours should be abolished…my cock hasn’t stopped throbbing since I saw you like this,” he said as though as if he didn’t hear me say a thing. His indecency could seriously take a back seat for the time being.

“Dimi!” I shushed him, throwing him a warning look. “We’re dining out. Please f*uking behave!”

He was unfazed by my reaction. “Behave? You’re sitting across me, looking way better than desert and donning no panties on—and you ask for me to behave? You should’ve thought better than tease me this way…you know I become an animal when it comes to you, yineka mou…” His voice hadn’t toned downed, making me blush crimson.

“Shh—just shush it!” I was biting my lip, looking around, hoping that no one heard him say it. Even though we were secluded in a small area with privacy, one could never be too sure if someone could eavesdrop in our conversation. Most especially since the media seemed to have found out that I’m back.

“I could still taste you on my lips…” As if to show me how much he hungered for me, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, licking his bottom lip as he pinned me with those glowy tantalizing depths of his. He was smoldering before me and I had so shift in my seat because I was getting excited from the dark sexy heat he radiated that my pu**y started to seep out moisture, and with no underwear to speak of, it made it rather more sensitized and in dire need of assistance. “How’s your pu**y doing love? A little wet is it?”

Shaking my head, I cleared my throat, trying in earnest to control myself and its urges. “No…of course not. Don’t be absurd. We’re here for dinner not sex.”

“You’re thinking it as much as I do,” he effortlessly said, “I can see it in your eyes. You crave the feeling of me in between your legs…helplessly taking over you…dominating you. You like most especially when I f*uk you good while adding a little sting of pain—that gets you really worked up, making your cunt really wet, begging for more.”

I focused my eyes on the small scented tea light candle that was in a red Moroccan glass with gilded gold trying my damnedest not to get swayed by the picture he portrayed for me. Needing to change subjects, I thought of other things that might deter him to talk about something else. “So, uh—how did your meeting go earlier?”

He seemed amused. “I see that you want to make this a little sweeter for me…so let’s play your game then we can play mine when I have you all to myself…”

“Are you going to always be this insatiable?” I blurted out of nowhere, carelessly wondering if was what led him to be in Claudine’s bed.

His mood immediately changed from teasing to serious in a speedy second. “I’m a hot-blooded man, of course I am but when it comes to you, I’m zealous to a point where I sometimes cannot control myself. I thought we’ve established that from the very start. Why are you so curious now, yineka mou?”

“It’s just…” I trailed off, finding it hard what to say next.

“It’s just what?” he pressed on, looking rather too critical for my liking. “Did you happen to get to the internet and read all the fabricated stories that are written about me?” he shifted in his seat, as if ready for open discussion. “If you have any lingering question, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m all yours.”

I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or he was truly being genuine about the whole “open for discussion” offer. “I haven’t had the chance to go online.” I admitted truthfully. It was true, I had never been on it since I got here but he didn’t have to know that I saw the paper in the airport in London.

He solemnly nodded, deep in thought while I couldn’t take my eyes off him because I was too busy noting everything that was going on behind those eyes. He was clearly aggravated, as if he was dying to tell me too, but if I did let him, what happens then? What if things could spiral out of control knowing well enough that we weren’t that strong at the moment. I meant for him to do it…but not anytime soon. When the right time comes, we’d be in much better shape that we were now. But until then, he just have to go through this rigorous process of trying to appease my request of staying mum about the subject.