One step towards you; A Billionaire Romance [Completed]

Chapter 8 Trapped

Third person's pov

Meera hesitantly entered the study room. Mary stood outside closing the door behind Meera. Meera looked around the room, feeling anxious, not knowing anything was unnerving. She saw a book shelf filled with various books, a huge mahogany table and a leather chair, two visitors chair sat opposite to it, a black rug beneath it, a couch by the window, grey walls, portraits hung upon it, but some pictures caught her attention. She went closer to get a better look. In one picture, a young couple maybe in their late twenties with three children, two boys and one girl who were not more than ten were standing and smiling at the camera their eyes expressing happiness. One boy looked oddly familiar who resembled the man in the picture strikingly both having dark green eyes. She traced her fingers lightly on the boy's face. She knew it was Elijah, who else it would be. It's his house and certainly it's his family picture. She must admit, his parents looked beautiful, his brother and sister were no less. All three children were beautiful combination of their parents. It seemed like they were over blessed with good looking genes. She can easily say that Elijah was the middle child as the other boy looked two or three years older and the girl seemed few years younger. He looks so innocent and cute in this picture just opposite of how he is presently, eyes so pure unlike the evilness and darkness consuming them like black hole. But his toothy smile showing dimples on both cheeks surprised her as she never saw him smiling brightly or paid enough attention to notice his dimples. She finds herself admiring his dimples making a smile bloom on the lips, but the little moment gets interrupted by a sneaky voice behind her startling enough that she jumped slightly in fright,

"Snooping around my study doesn't suit you"

she places her hand above her racing heart, trying to calm it. For a moment it felt like she was caught red handed for doing something illegal. Taking a deep breath she turns around facing him who was leaning against the door frame with an emotionless face. She sighs, it was just him, who would say the boy in the picture and him are the same person. She says nothing, which he finds disrespectful. Instead of voicing it out, he approaches in long strides and backed her up against the wall by pressing his body. He first looks behind her to see what she was looking at then at her nervous face. He smirks when he realises she was looking at his younger self and family. His heart swells with satisfaction that she was immersed in his picture and observing the details. He liked it in not so healthy way.

"Eager enough to see your in-laws my little doe? "

"I wonder, are they as egoistic and controlling as you? "

she replies to him boldly trying her best to avoid the racing heart and nervousness evoked by his darkening eyes and hardening facial muscles. Even a fool could tell, this maddeningly dominant man never tolerates disrespect. Placing his both hands on either side of her head he leans down to her eye level. Moves sharp and fluid
She gulps subconsciously like a mouse caught in cat's paws. In fight and flight reaction she places her both hands on his chest and pushes which does nothing to him. Pressing his body further into the wall purposely crushing her hands in between, he growls,

"Careful there, your tongue might get you in trouble"

"Oh! How much more in trouble I can get than this? "

she says with sass, while pushing him with all her strength. He closes the remaining distance between them and attaches their body. She shivers from doesn't know what; by his muscular body and closeness or fear. Her throat closes choking the words ready to burst through the throat. Feeling helpless she wiggles under him with heartbeats quickening in fear and finally the stomach drops spreading the emotions of dread. He feels pleased having her beneath him but he wants her in a completely different situation under him; helpless, moaning his name in pleasure which will happen soon. He places his hands on her slightly curvy, thin waist and burries his face in her neck inhaling the sweet lavender smell which gives him pleasure. Nuzzling his nose further down the soft palpable skin he brushed his lips in the slightest but smoothest motion. Revulsion evoked in her through shivers by his actions that made her clench the palms in tight fists. Slightly lifting his head he places a feather light kiss on the jaw before whispering in her ear with purposely making his voice huskier,