"M I what?"
"A virgin?"
The word came out of her mouth instantly even before she could put brakes on her own.
His eyes reached his temples, astonished at the kind of conclusion she had drawn from the entire circumstance.
"Is it because you are saving yourself?"
She reiterated her point. He had been too stunned to speak out just yet.
"What did you just call me?"
Ryan voiced out almost as if he was ready to launch himself at her for such a foolish remark.
If not for his hardcore restrain, she would be getting it from him so hard. Her eyes were challenging him and he knew very well to not pour more gasoline into the already burning invisible fire between them.
"I...are you a vir... "
"Say that word one more time and I promise you, baby, you will regret that it even came out of that pretty mouth."
He interrupted her right away, slowly and steadily closing the distance that he had created between them.
When she felt him coming to her once again, she did not recede backward. Her eyes could see the fire in his dark ones.
"Do not try to start something..."
His face so close to hers, their noses touching each other, breathing in and out the same air, eyes still transfixed onto each other.
Slowly she could feel his lips against the skin of her ear, the hot air coaxing the surface making her feel as if it would burn her alive.
"...you are not ready for."
He completed and pulled away so quickly that he came face-to-face with the moment when she skipped her breath.
He did not stop for another exchange before this could get out of hand, he turned to his back and walked away.
"But what if..."
It made him stop right away. He did not turn around to face her back. He could tell that she was still standing where he had left him.
"What if I'm ready?"
Fucking Mother Mary!!!
The curse just vibrated out in his mind like a siren. That woman would be the death of him. There was no doubt about that.
He did not turn around either way knowing far too well because if he did, she would be on the air, being thrown to that bed as he launched himself up on her.
Even the thought of it was so vivid. It made his pants tight. He walked away, shaking his head as if she was being silly, and disappeared inside what she could assume to be the walk-in closet.
The moment he went away, she closed her eyes, mentally scolding her for yet again failing in one of her tasks.
How come that man would not just give in? She felt like she tried all of her cards, even going to the point of throwing herself at him literally.
Never in her life, had she had to face such a sham to get a man even by thinking of acting like a freaking wanton woman and still not getting it.
If the Mistress came to know about it, she would be ashamed for failing so miserably in what she once was taught by the most talented person.
Throwing the clothes on the bed and inching close, she took off her shirt, disappointed in herself.
And when he came out changing to his fresh pair of nightwear, he was not expecting the kind of view he would be welcomed to in his bedroom.
There she stood, almost half naked, unaware of his presence. Just in her underwear, the bra sticking to her skin like a second layer of skin, in the shade of nude. So deceiving to one eye.
On his own, his gazes receded downward to take in the view of her clothed butt, poking out at the air as she bent down to get her jeans off.
He looked away, cursing to himself. She would fuck him up if did not put on his clothes right away.
And his silent curse did not go unheard by her. She saw him standing almost seven steps away, and then instead of putting on the clothes that he had provided her, she had some other plans.
His facial expression turned sour when he saw her walking up to him, looking like that as if a hunter modeling her way to the prey.
The irony being that he had always been the hunter and not the other way around. But whenever he was with her, everything just changed into something he could have never imagined even in his wildest dreams.
He stepped in towards the other direction, making her halt. And without waiting for her next move, he climbed onto his side of the bed and threw back the clothes at her that he offered.
"Put these on if you want to sleep on the same bed."
She narrowed her eyes at him, glaring on his way. He just chuckled at her.
"What if I want to sleep like this?"
"I refuse to sleep with a half-naked woman."
He let out and the way she eyed him, he could tell that he had very well gotten into her nerves.
"What are you even?"
"Ryan Del Cardoso, love...not just any man who would throw themselves at that."
He pointed to her body as if it was nothing to get him aroused and he had been with better.
Well, she would not throw away such a claim that he had been with women looking like a damn goddess, maybe she was not his type?
Then why keep her around?
"Do not overthink that pretty head to exhaustion."
He remarked seeing her go static. She bent to the floor to pick up the clothes and walked inside the walk-in closet, finally giving him a breath of relief.
That woman was like a fucking leach, so hell-bent on making him lose his control but what she misunderstood most was that Ryan Del Cardoso desired to be in control more than any other thing in this world.
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