Chapter 18 - Mind Reader

Eric's POV:

I get down from the car, which I leave it at a safe distance to not be seen by her and go to her with silent steps.

You are getting it now, baby. You’ve asked for this…

Ten feet away from her, without changing her stance, she speaks.

“Took you fast boy to find me. Am I on surveillance?” She smokes without looking at me and I stop where I am, staring at her back.

What?

Her attitude is arrogant.

How does she know she’s surveilled?

“Come here in front of me. Now. And if you think you can fuck me, you have another thing coming.”

Is she a mind reader, too? She doesn’t cease in surprising me…

I comply and go in front of her, anger covering my face and attitude.

“You couldn’t follow a single order, could you?” When she tilts her head at me and shoots my eyes with that iciness she has in her glare, I have another cold shower on the spot. The things she’s doing to me are no joke.

“Listen.” She speaks with stressed words. “That contract never said I should follow orders. In the eyes of the law, as husband and wife, we are equal. There are no orders. We can follow each other’s wants, or not. And if you think you can force me to sleep with you, the law states that even inside marriage, if the partner doesn’t want to have sex and the other one forces this, is considered rape, too. That’s one.”

Is she lecturing me on laws now? Is she for real?

She lightens another cigarette. And goes back to me with that same icy, penetrating glare. “I don’t know what’s your game here with me but it’s not working on me. You don’t get to see me and then have me just because your dick had a sensation on me. I don’t know how smart you think I am, but I am. Until I’ve reached this spot, I figured all this out. You’ve been stalking me since New York till now, haven’t you? And along the way, you have seen my true colors that, we now come back to that fucking dick of yours, made you say you’ve got to have this one, too. She’s hard to get. But I’m a fucking billionaire, I can do whatever I want. I’ll have her no matter what, just to satisfy my horniness. Probably got intel on me, saw my financial situation and extracted your leverage on me. At least, that’s what you thought. Leverage. Went on and bought all my debts and forced me to sign the marriage contract, just to have me on your bed. You couldn’t have known this otherwise, because Derek doesn’t know my situation. So, you couldn’t find out from him. That’s two.”

She’s like a detective, looking at me and on spot with everything. This woman would have been the best agent in a CIA agency. Headquarters that is. Her mom was right about her intelligence…

You’re so fucking sexy… Even your brain is so fucking sexy… Yeah…

“Now. About me racing. Only me and Don knew about that. You didn’t find out from me. So, you must know him. But I don’t think he told you as he wants to fuck me, too. Hence, you should be in the Mafia higher than him, for him to tell you about this, or forced him to, or used some sort of surveillance to see and hear. Or all three. That’s three.”

Who the fuck is this woman?

She throws her cigarette away and looks back at me. “From your face, you are probably asking yourself who the fuck am I to know all this, right?”

Yeah, she can mind read alright.

“The answer is simple. I can’t mind read.”

Yes, you can.

“I just have a fine sense of judgment and analysis. Nothing escapes me. Ever. That’s four.”

Though I’m shocked at what comes out of that sweet mouth of hers, I still have the urge to have her right now. That much I want her. All this is empowering my crave for her. I indeed made the best decision to marry her. She’s a woman that deserves to be at my side, inside out. I love her so much and I’ll love her for eternity the way I do at this moment. She’s mine.

I just stay here and listen to what she says.

“Moving forward. You aren’t allowed to touch me. I said we are equals and we are. This isn’t an order. This is a warning. You don’t want to see my other face when you’ll try that. You may be big and all, but I can escape you. If I can beat the shit out of Don, I can do that to you as well. That’s five.”

You don’t say. Like I’m scared…

“Are you done?” I ask with my right hand in my pocket, glaring at her with devouring eyes.

“For now. Would you fucking take that dirty look away from me?! Don’t fucking provoke me!”

That’s right, baby… I like better the fire in your eyes.

“You are smart indeed. I have to give you that. It’s all true.” I smirk.

She rolls her eyes at me and puffs.

“I wasn’t waiting for your confirmation. I already knew it is true. You can’t fool me. No one can.”

“Still, there’s only one problem.” I make a step towards her. She’s leaned on her car with her ass.

“Stay there and speak, don’t come any closer, or I swear to God, I’ll smash your face.” She pushes my chest away with killer eyes. Yeah, I have no effect on her. Other women would have just got wet in front of me or at my approach. She’s not having it.

“I can’t control my urges. I want you and I’ll have you.” I stay in front of her, on the spot she has pushed me to.

“There’s ice for that or cold showers. At least, that’s what I’ve been told or read somewhere. I don’t give a fuck anyways on your urges or wants. You have me. On paper. That’s as far as you can have. Stick that to your mind and accept it.” She goes for another cigarette, but this is the moment when I grab her and take that mouth of hers. This is apparently my limit…

I keep her head with my right hand and with my left one her waist, having her glued to my entire front. I kiss her like I have never kissed before. I’m on fire. She kicks me and pulls my hair. I don’t care. It excites me more. She’s not responding to the kiss. She tries to kick my balls with her knee, but I avoid it as I push her with her back on the car, with me over her, and she misses the opportunity. I’m all over her and can’t stop. The kiss is on, unbroken. I’m no stupid. I don’t know how many punches I have received but when she gasps for air, I ravage her mouth. The sweetest thing that I have ever tasted.

She’s still not responding to me, kicking me, fidgeting under me, but I’m not able to control myself. My manhood overruns me, and all I had today, is now getting released on her. I’m no stupid Don to back off, I always get what I want. I don’t need her approval. She’s mine.

My left hand arrests her thigh and tugs her towards me. I’m now between her legs and a hungry beast to kiss and savor her mouth’s luscious aroma. I realize she’s out of air as I’m mainly instincts, and limits are of no definition to me at this moment. She bites my lower lip and I halt the kissing. Not because I give a fuck she has pierced my lip, but because I don’t want her to faint. We both have an excessive breathing. Me because I’m inflamed in wanting her, and her because she has dreadfully struggled to take me off her. I know she’s not submitted to me yet. We break the kiss, but I’m still on top of her, glaring into her spellbinding impassioned eyes.

“Get the fuck off me! You son of a bitch! You have no respect! Treating me like a fucking whore! Get down!” She slaps me with thirst after this. That’s a hockey player alright. I grab her hands and nail them on the car, airing a sly smile. “Are you fucking insane?!” She’s breathing with rage. Her chest is up and down. “What the fuck did I do for you to treat me like this?! Huh?!” I just stare at her, waiting for her to breathe some more so that I repossess her ambrosial mouth. I can’t help it. Sorry. “Let me go!” She’s fretting, looking at my left hand that has a strong grip on her wrist.

“I don’t treat you as a whore. You’re my wife.” I finally say something after I control a bit my senses, my sight not evading her seraphic face.

“You don’t treat a wife like this! In public space, on her car outside, like some hooker! I haven’t kept myself, all my life, to be treated like this! Jesus Christ!” She’s flaming at me.

“It’s not my fault you provoked me with your little escape. You should have thought first before acting.” I say with my stare not missing the sight of her seductive lips. She’s shaking her head and closing forcefully her eyes, doing it again.

“Get off me. Now. Get down!” She gasps for air and her face gets paler. “Eric! Get down! I’m dizzy and I can’t see anything right now!” Her hands get so cold. I take her from the car and back to her feet, holding her from her waist. She looks down, shaking her head once more.

What’s the matter?

“Are you alright, baby?” She doesn’t answer. “Selena? Look at me.” I take her chin and make her slowly look at me. She doesn’t look well.

“Eric… I…” She grabs my suit jacket.

“What, Angel? Tell me. I’m sorry. Please. Are you alright?” I panic. She’s not faking it.

“I… Wa…” Last thing she says before she passes out in my arms.

Fuck! Angel?!