Chapter 37

It seems you hate me but everything I do interests you.

I had barely taken a few steps when he pulled me by the arm, slamming my back hard against his chest.

His arms imprisoned mine while the eyes had the opportunity to spy the room. He stuck his head in my neck maddening my pulse.

- You can't escape me Elisabeth, he whispers in my ear. You are mine.

I tried to free myself which resulted in me being even tighter against him.

Through the fabric of my dress I could feel a lump glued against my buttocks.

- Your body is mine, he said placing a string of kisses from the birth of my neck to my collarbone, and your mind only thinks of me.

- It's wrong ! I answered immediately.

- Are you sure princess?

Their amused is heard in his voice while my certainties crumbled at the sight of this nickname.

- Yes

He turned me around, planting his hands against my waist before starting to kiss my jaw.

I closed my eyes trying to control myself, not to betray myself, not to give him the satisfaction of seeing that he was having an effect on me.

Yet, despite my determination, I no longer answered for myself when he pressed his lips against mine.

His tongue forced into my mouth as I ran my hands through his hair. She was violent, uncompromising as if he wanted to punish me for something.

His large, powerful hands circled my face flushed with excitement.

Our tongues tangled untangled in a torrid and spicy dance.

Out of breath I took off from him, he stood in front of me alive as if nothing had happened, a smile floated on his luscious lips, thus forming falsettes at the corners of his mouth.

- Savage, he said, slapping my ass.

He then turned away and joined his friends, leaving me in the middle of the dance hall, alone and lost.

My body burned like the stake of Joan of Arc, the fires that flowed through my veins ignited all my organs and my head refused to cooperate.

The magic that was operating in me dissipated giving way to perplexity.

Did Vladimir Ivanovich really just kiss me?

And the fuck why did I enjoy it?

I was dancing as if I had been drunk when I felt a hand land on my waist stopping me in my movements.

I turned unsurprisingly to Vladimir.

He leaned towards me, deliberately trying to last as long as possible, before whispering in my ear:

- Come on princess it's late here we go

- Okay I'm just going to get my shoes, I said trying to move before realizing that I was stuck against him, one arm around my waist.

- Let go

With a look that made me lose my mind he killed all protests before they even germinated in my mind. I wasn't ready to understand yet.

When employees opened the door for us, I moved forward, walking barefoot on the cold blue stone, glued to him.

When I shivered, he looked down and saw my bare feet.

He withdrew his hand from my hip and suddenly lifted me up like a princess, snatching a small cry of surprise from me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck while one of his hands lodged in the crook of my legs and the other supported my lower back, bringing an intense heat that warmed my whole being.

Then, while I hid my head against his chest, ashamed of our ridiculously cliché position, he moved forward naturally as if carrying me didn't require any effort from him. When he arrived in front of the car, the driver opened the door for him and he went inside.