Chapter 38
"I'm just kidding," Drogen said with a sly grin, flicking her forehead lightly.
"Ow," Natasha muttered, rubbing the spot. She narrowed her eyes at him. "We're not alone, so don't even think about trying anything here."
Drogen chuckled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
Natasha huffed and rushed out of the room to get extra pillows, leaving him behind with an amused expression.
When she returned a few minutes later, she was balancing a pillow and a blanket in her arms.
"What's the blanket for?" Drogen asked, raising an eyebrow. "We can share your bed, you know."
Natasha paused, looking flustered. "I just thought… well…"
Drogen smirked. "Relax. I'm not going to do anything," he said, raising his hands as if surrendering. "Unless you ask me to."
Her cheeks turned bright pink, and she quickly changed the subject. "I'm going to take a shower. Or… do you want to go first?"
His smirk deepened. "We could go together."
Her face flushed red "P-pervert!" she stammered before grabbing her things and darting into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Drogen laughed softly, shaking his head. Once she was gone, he took the opportunity to look around her room. His eyes fell on a shelf filled with framed photographs. One caught his attention—a picture of a much younger Natasha, her father, and a boy who looked like her brother. He tilted his head, wondering why no one else in the house had been mentioned.
Next to the photos were school trophies and certificates. Track and field champion? he thought, amused. "So she's been competitive her whole life," he murmured, a grin tugging at his lips.
The sound of running water stopped abruptly. A few moments later, the bathroom door opened, and Natasha stepped out, wrapped snugly in a towel with another one covering her damp hair.
Drogen turned just as she entered the room, and his eyes locked onto her. For a moment, he said nothing, simply taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and bare shoulders.
"You were pretty cute as a kid," he teased, holding up the picture he'd been examining.
Natasha's eyes widened in horror. "Hey! Give me that!" She rushed toward him, her arms reaching out.
Drogen smirked and easily lifted the photo higher, keeping it out of her reach. "Why are you so embarrassed? You were adorable."
"Stop it! Give it back!" she demanded, jumping to try and snatch it from him.
Her frustration only seemed to amuse him more. "You're going to have to try harder than that," he teased, his voice low and playful.
Natasha froze for a moment, realizing just how close they were. She could feel his warm breath against her skin, and their laughter faded into a heavy silence.
And then, as if the universe wanted to punish her further, the towel around her body loosened and slipped.
Natasha gasped, her hands flying to grab the towel, but before she could, Drogen caught her wrists. His gaze dropped, and the playful smirk vanished, replaced by something darker, more intense.
Time seemed to slow as his eyes roamed over her, his expression raw with desire. "Natasha…" His voice was low and gravelly, sending shivers down her spine.
She stood frozen, her heart racing as his hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer. The photo fell from his hand, forgotten, as his other hand brushed against her bare skin.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured, his lips hovering just inches from hers.
Her breath hitched, and her eyes locked onto his. "I won't."
The moment the words left her lips, his mouth crashed against hers. His kiss was searing, filled with an almost desperate need. Natasha let out a soft moan as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.
Her towel slipped further, but she didn't care. All she could think about was the heat of his body pressed against hers, the way his hands gripped her like he couldn't bear to let go. She felt his bulge poke her, and it fueled her desire even further.
Drogen let out a low groan as blood rushed to his cock. He was already so hard it hurt. He just couldn't control himself when it came to her.
"Nat....I can't hold back anymore" he wispered in a husky voice. His voice was shaky, an evidence of his struggle.
"We're not alone," she whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling with both urgency and desire. Her reminder barely made a dent in the fiery tension between them. She didn't truly want him to stop, but the thought of her mother hearing was enough to ignite her nerves.
Drogen's lips curved into a wicked grin. "You're worried about being caught," he murmured against her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "But you're not telling me to stop."
His hands explored her curves, each touch deliberate and electric. His fingers brushed along her sides, igniting a trail of fire wherever they lingered. Natasha gasped softly as his lips traveled lower, planting slow, teasing kisses along her collarbone before descending to her chest.
When his mouth captured one of her sensitive peaks, a jolt of pleasure surged through her, almost causing her knees to give out. His tongue moved in slow, agonizing circles, while his lips sucked gently, drawing soft whimpers from her. Natasha bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to spill out, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance.
"Drogen," she whispered his name like a plea, her voice trembling with need.
He paused just long enough to lift his head, his dark, smoldering gaze locking onto hers. "You're trembling," he murmured, his tone dripping with a mix of concern and desire. "Am I too much for you?"
She shook her head, her breath uneven. "No... it's just... my mom—"
Drogen chuckled lowly, the sound deep and full of mischief. "Ah, you're afraid she'll hear us?" He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Then I guess we'll have to be quiet."
But when his hands moved lower, gripping her waist firmly, and his lips returned to hers with even more hunger, she knew quiet wasn't an option. Her pulse raced as her body pressed against his, her every nerve alight with anticipation.
Her voice came out barely audible. "Drogen... we can't... not here."
He pulled back slightly, his lips hovering just above hers, his breath warm against her skin. "I could take you somewhere we won't be interrupted," he suggested, his voice thick with unrestrained longing.
Her nod was almost instant, her desperate need outpacing her embarrassment. "Yes," she whispered.
A sly grin spread across his face. "Hold on tight," he murmured.
In the blink of an eye, the air around them shifted. The faint smell of her mother's home was replaced by the familiar, woodsy scent of his apartment. Natasha barely registered the change in location before Drogen had her pressed against the wall of his living room.
"You didn't think I'd wait, did you?" he asked, his voice a deep, velvety growl. His hands slid up her thighs, lifting her slightly as his body pinned hers effortlessly.
The intensity of his gaze was enough to steal her breath. "Natasha," he said, his voice husky, his lips brushing over hers in a teasing caress. "You're mine tonight."
Before she could respond, his mouth claimed hers again, more demanding this time, and all her thoughts dissolved into pure sensation.