"W-What are you doing?" I breathed, my throat dry when his hand touched my face.
"S-stop," I whispered, but he didn't move away.
I wasn't trapped by force. It was the weight of tension that pressed between us, pulling closer inch by inch, like even the air was against me.
"I thought you knew what you were doing," he muttered, his voice a slow tease that made me shiver.
What's his problem?
"G-Get off me." The words came out, but weak and uncertain.
My hands stayed against his chest, bunching his shirt as if I couldn't decide what to push away.
"You're saying let go," he whispered, his grip steady, "but your eyes are telling me you don't want distance. Like you're holding on without even knowing it."
His gaze met mine, unwavering. I hated to admit that for a second, I almost gave in. Almost. But no. Last night… it was a mistake.
I pulled back, swallowing hard. "S-Sir… let's just study."
"You left me in my bed last night, Reina," he said, disappointment heavy in his tone.
"You think that was funny? Walking away like it didn't mean anything? And now you're acting like I was the one who left first?"
"Gaslighting? You're the one twisting it, Mr. Margaux. You left me in that room. Don't worry. Being left alone is something I'm used to."
"To be clear, I made breakfast....not run away." he countered firmly. "And to be even clearer, it was never my plan to run away from you. Don't turn this into drama, woman."
That word 'drama', hurt even better than I expected. My eyes dropped. "That night… it was a mistake." My voice broke.
"A mistake, huh?" he repeated, stepping closer. His voice softened but cut deep. "Then why does your silence say otherwise? Why is it so hard for you to just let it go?"
But I snapped back. "No. A low-profile person like you isn't someone who'll get stuck in my head. Don't assume you're special. That was one night? You're acting like you already matter to me. Wake up." I forced each word out to hurt him intentionally. "And maybe… maybe I did long for warmth. But I'm not like you who goes chasing after it."
The look on his face faltered.
He let out a deep breath, loosening his hold. "Clean up," he said finally, forcing himself with a smile. "Start with the books."
I walked to pick up the books, papers, anything to make contact. To pretend that I'm busy and doing something to release the tension I am feeling right now.
Moments had passed but there's still silence between us. Not until a knock ended the silence that was deafening between us.
"Reina, honey?" Mom's voice drifted through the door.
I opened it, pasting on a smile as she stood there, holding a tray of food and a glass of juice.
"Thanks, Mom," I replied, taking it.
"You have to be ready in a week for your grand ball," she said it like it's that simple.
"In a week?!" My voice cracked. "Wow. Sure. Let me just magically summon a whole royal court to get me ready."
"Come on, you can do that. I believe in you."
Oh, thanks mom. I believe you're also planning to make me work 'till death.
"But, Mom—"
"We're going to the company. He's not going to leave you until we're back," she added, smiling like she'd just given me a sweet gift instead of a potential social death sentence.
"Yes, Mom." I plastered on my best obedient-daughter smile and kept it there until the door clicked shut. The second it did, the smile dropped faster than my will to live.
And then it hit me.
They're gone and it's just the two of us now.
I turn around, my gaze falling on him. He was sleeping into the couch, eyes shut, but I knew better that he wasn't asleep.
I put the food down on the table and sat next to him, observing. Admiring the sharp curve of his jaw.
Maybe I'm also craving for warmth but just afraid to feed my hunger. But...what if?
How did I get here? Between going against my family's wishes and throwing myself into the arms of a man I didn't know.
"He looks even better up close," I whispered and a silly smile was drawn to my face.
I touched him, my hand skimming the side of his face. He did not move because obviously, he's sleeping and unaware.
The moment I looked at his lips, I feel like it's waiting for mine to pressed against it.
I leaned back and turned around but he pulled me back.
"You know what you're doing, right?" His tone was seductive. His eyes flashed to my lips.
"I-I didn't mean to touch your face disturb you." I whispered in a husky voice.
"Taking advantage while your Mom and Dad are out?" he said in a taunting voice.
He smack my slips and held back immediately then whispered, "I thought your're better than this... if you're too determine to prove that you didn't mean to disturb my sleep, then held back," he said, seducing me.
I smiled, tracing my fingers along his jaw, down to his lips. "You don't know, do you? What it's like when a Hamilton becomes obsessed on something… or someone?"
His eyes narrowed. "Then I'm glad to be Reina Callys Hamilton's obsession."
His mouth slammed into mine possessively. The kiss was rough with tension. His fingers drifted along the curve of my spine, pressing me to him. I could sense all of him.
He pulled the strap of my nightgown down, his lips tracing the skin. My hands were not still either; they traced his chest, each muscle. When I traveled lower, running my hand into his and that's when his smirk reappeared.
"You want that, huh?" he whispered.
"All… of you," I breathed, no longer stop myself.
His grin was evil as he swept me off my feet. I encircled my arms around his neck as he took me to my bedroom. The door shut behind us.
Clothing slipped to the floor, as we stood undressed.
He pinned me back upon the bed, looming over me with eyes so intense they seemed to consume me whole.
"May I?" he whispered, his voice laced with hunger.
I nodded, my breath caught.
He did it slow, kissing down my body, lips unhurried and worshipful, as though he needed to commit every response. When his mouth hit my thigh, a gasp escaped me. His fingers pushed me apart, and I couldn't silence the moan that exploded from me when his tongue delved in, slow at first, teasing, tasting, until the pressure was almost too much.
"Please. don't make me beg," I breathed, my fingers grasping the sheets.
"Oh, Reina," he whispered against my flesh. "Begging becomes you."
He didn't give me time to respond. His lips took over, merciless, devouring me. My moans echoed off the walls, shameless. He didn't let up until I was shaking beneath him, hardly able to form sentences.
"F-F*ck!" I exclaimed as I can feel my desires rolled over me.
He drew back, his lips wet, his eyes look at me with pride. "You taste good as always," he grunted.
And then he entered inside me.
The stretch, the fullness... it was suffocating. We danced to the beat of our body together, desperate and wild, as if trying to catch up on every second lost in denial.
"Harder… harder," I pleaded, my fingers scraping down his back.
"F*ck, Reina… why are you so fucking obsessed with me?" he grunted, he was claiming every part of me.
"I don't know," I panted, clinging to sanity by a thread. "I just want you. I want you to break me. To claim me. I want all of you in me. I want you to be mine, Professor."
"Are you sure?" he growled.
I responded by slamming my mouth on top of his, kissing him so hard it felt like we might burn alive right then.
He consumed me, his fingers knotted in my hair like I was something he couldn't release. He kissed me as if starving, his mouth kissing down to the crook of my neck, to my collarbone, sampling every inch of me with slow, agonizing devotion.
All I could manage to do was moan his name.
But I wasn't going to let him control everything.
I pressed him back against the bed, straddling him, observing his eyes grow darker as I wrapped my hand around his length. I stroked him slowly, deliberately, observing him unwind under my fingers.
"F*ck, Reina," he spat, his head going back, lips open as he moaned my name.
The reversal of power was addictive.