Lust. || BEYNIKA

L|Chapter FOURTEEN.

Beyoncé BK Knowles.

ONIKA looking at me like she wants to eat me up with a spoon and fuck me, I'm returning the feeling a millionfold. But Micaiah is out front and who knows how long he's going to take with his call.

I can't risk it.

I want to risk it so bad my hands literally itch to touch her.

Being near her flat out arouses me, there's no denying it. Her scent, her smile, the way she looked at me when I explained Hush's background. I saw the glimmer of sympathy in her eyes. She knows what an asshole my father is.

The last thing I want from her is sympathy. I'm not a charity case.

She walks out onto the private deck and I follow her, admiring the curve of her thick ass, the little gasp of pleasure she gives when she catches sight of the rolling hills covered with what looks like endless rows of vineyards.

"So beautiful," she murmurs, and I wholeheartedly agree. She's gorgeous.

"You like the view?" Because I sure as hell do. I take a step closer, noting how I tower over her. Her hair is mostly dry, the ends wavy, and I want to grab hold of her ponytail. Yank her head back and kiss her until the both of us are stupid with lust.

"It's stunning." She glances over her shoulder at me, the smile on her face slowly fading. "You're looking at me weird."

The sexy whisper of her voice doesn't quite go along with what she's saying. "How am I looking at you?"

"Like... like you want something from me." She turns to face me but backs up a few steps, until she's leaning against the deck railing. Her hazel eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed. A few wisps of hair have escaped her ponytail, brushing against her face. I move toward her, slow and easy, not wanting to startle her. Not wanting to ruin this.

"I want nothing from you that you don't want to give," I murmur, and I note the rapid beat of her pulse at the base of her throat.

"Beyoncé." Her voice is a warning, with the slightest bit of waver. That waver gives me hope. "My brother is right out that front door. What if he finds us?"

"We're not doing anything that we need to hide." I'm directly in front of her, crowding her, and I rest my hands on the railing on either side of her body, effectively trapping her.

"Yet," she whispers, and that one single word gives me so much damn hope, I do what I've been dying to do since I saw her in the hallway of my house.

Dipping my head, I nuzzle her hair with my cheek, breathing in her scent, closing my eyes. My entire body tingles at having her close, hearing the catch of her breath, feeling the slight tremor that moves through her. She doesn't touch me, doesn't so much as move, and I settle my mouth close to her ear. "All I can think about is last night."

"Beyoncé." She sounds like I'm torturing her.

Good. Feeling's mutual.

"Do you think about it? I swear to God, Onika, all I want to do is drag you into that bedroom right now and fuck you until you can't see straight." My control is about to snap. And I never let it snap. But this woman pushes all my buttons, does everything she can to tear me apart with just a look. A smile. It blows my mind how much power she wields over me.