“Are you crazy?” I shook my head. “You can’t make me do anything.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, my dear.” His lips curled up and his face moved closer to mine. “I can do whatever I want. We’re in my country now.”
“What are you going to do?” I whispered against his lips, my throat dry and my heart beating fast.”
“Whatever I want.” His eyes glittered like gems before he kissed me, hard, and I melted against him, running my hands through his hair as he sucked on my tongue. The plane came to a stop, but he continued to kiss me hard and fast. My heart was racing and I was starting to feel giddy inside. A part of me was flying high inside. Maybe he really did like me? Maybe he really was my Prince Charming. I didn’t know what was going to end up happening.
“What do you want?” I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, searching for an answer. I held my breath as I waited for him to respond. I was hoping that he was going to say something romantic, something sweet, something that would let me know it was okay that I was falling in love with him.
“I want to possess your body. I want to own you. I want every inch of you to want every inch of me.” His voice was soft and precise as he looked at me with intense eyes and ran a finger down my neck. “And then, that will be enough. I will have had my fill of you. Then you can leave, my dear Lola. I will have had enough of you then.”
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His View
Her eyes showed her hurt and shock at my words. I also knew she was in awe. She knew my power now. I wasn’t somebody to be toyed with. Whether she was doing it on purpose or not, she had injected herself into my body like a virus. I knew that the only way for me to rid myself of her was to consume her, to take so much of her into me that I no longer craved her. Even now, with my fingers on her soft skin, I wanted more. I needed more. I felt feverish touching her. I needed to have my fill of her. Then everything would be fine in my world again. I’d enjoyed my life before. The power, the women, the ability to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I didn’t want to think about her. I had to have her and then leave her. I ignored the tingle inside of me as I looked down at the newspaper. Lola was my fiancée for a week. I smiled to myself at the thought. She was my fiancée to do what I wanted with. I was going to enjoy every second of making her mine. I ignored the warning bells that went off in my head. The game I was playing was starting to feel dangerously real, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the beginning of the end or the beginning of ever after.
The End