𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 20

Grace : 

Adrik is incredibly hot, like actually hot. His arms, with those veins,  just make me want to kiss the life out of him.

Shut up, you have to kill him.

"If you are done eye fucking my arms why don't you tell me know what you'd like to eat?" he said, reaching out his sexy arms to assist me in standing up from the ground. God, when he had pinned me down like that, for a moment, I forgot all the anguish of my past, and I could practically feel his sin and bourbon breath. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but... it's just this one nagging "but."

Shut up, Grace.

I took his hand and pulled myself up.

"I wasn't eye fucking your arms. I've seen sexier ones," I replied, attempting to maintain my calm, even though I was not being truthful.

"Who?" he asked, pinning me against the wall.

He's jealous of... nobody.

"I, uh, I was just kidding," I stammered, laughing nervously.

"Then you should know I don't like jokes, Luna," he rasped against my ear, biting my earlobe not so gently, as I bit down on my lip to suppress my moan.

"Don't hide your voice, Luna," he urged seductively. "Now, tell me, what do you want to eat?" pulling away.

"Uhh, pancakes? And, um, maybe a sandwich? Can you teach me how to cook them?" I asked him, realizing it was about time and I really should learn how to cook, I'm twenty-six after all.

"You want me to teach you how to cook?" he asked, arching an eyebrow in surprise.

I nodded. "Yes, will you teach me?" I inquired, already heading out of the room.

"Sure," he replied, following me into his kitchen. The kitchen was an expansive, open space with sleek, dark grey cabinets lining the walls. The aisle in the centre was adorned with a polished, black granite countertop, while black and grey appliances gleamed in the dim light, adding a touch of modern elegance to the room.

Adrik got some vegetables from the fridge and said, "Let's begin with the sandwich."

I replied, a bit flustered, "Yes, yeah sure." My attention wandered, and I couldn't help but admire his arms.

Focus Grace.

Adrik gave me a task, saying, "Cut these vegetables, until I get the sauce ready." Then, he got engrossed in his work.

I took the chopping knife and started with the carrot. I cut the carrot into half and then into some weird shapes, feeling a bit uncertain.

Jesus, how to do this?

I turned towards Adrik, feeling the weight of his gaze on me. The task seemed simple, but my hands were shaking as I attempted to cut the carrot. The knife wasn't cooperating, and the carrot bits I managed to slice looked more like weird art than actual edible pieces.

Adrik chuckled softly, snapping me out of my carrot-cutting crisis. "You don't know how to chop a carrot? Here, let me help you," he said, coming up behind me. He gently took my hand in his and pressed his front against my back.

Why is it so hot in here?

"You chop it like this," he whispered in my ear, demonstrating by chopping the carrot swiftly using our hands.

"Do you understand?" he murmured in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I just nodded, my heart racing.

"Use your words, Luna," he said seductively, his lips grazing my ear.

"Y-yes," I stammered out as he swiftly turned me around and slammed his lips to mine in a moment. His lips moved fiercely against mine, as he tried to push his tongue in my mouth but I clamped my mouth shut.

He nibbled on my lower lip, encircling his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

" Adrik," I breathe out, allowing his tongue to plunge into my mouth. He literally tastes like sin and bourbon.

" Fuck," he cursed under his breath, turning me around and slamming me against the wall as his hand holds my nape and I run my fingers in his hair. His lips move against mine, our clashing tongues making me moan loudly.

He kisses me fiercely until I'm breathless, panting. 

" Mine, fucking mine." he murmured against my lips, pulling away. 

Fuck, he is... just. damn.