He began to advance towards me, tossing his coat onto the bed with a movement of his hand. I glanced at it, discarded it on the bed, and then glanced back at Zayden, who was now merely a step away.
"Right about what happened on the plane..." I trailed off, biting my lips. He raised a brow, taking another step toward me until there were none left to take. His head was low, looking down at me, and his eyes were narrowed.
"What about it?" He asked, urging me to continue, but little did he know what his proximity was doing to me. How his scent was filling my senses, making me numb to every logical thought, and shutting down my conscience with each breath I took near him. It felt as if he could suffocate me, and that would be the most alive I would ever feel.
"Uh, I..." I began to say but stopped when he took another step toward me. He took me by surprise when his arm wrapped and grabbed my waist, pinning me to him. "Cat got your tongue, Red?" He said, watching me flush.
I placed both my hands on his chest, instinctively. That was it; all it took was for him to grab me for my arms to give in. I wondered how far he would make me submit, but I need not forget that I still had control. It was daunting to think that it wouldn't be long before I would lose it.
"Are you punishing me?" I asked, not looking away from him or his lips, to which my eyes were flickering now. The need to place mine on them was intensifying.
I waited for his reply. Whatever my punishment was, it sure as hell wasn't an easy one with his eyes glinting with mischief. The corner of his mouth tucked up slowly as he leaned in ever closer to me, his hand on my waist pulling me to him as if I would run away if he let go. His eyes blazed with fire and something sinister. He must have planned everything, and I was in for a hell of a punishment now.
"No, I'll just enjoy watching you beg for now." He said, brushing his lips against mine, and when I thought he was going to kiss, he pulled away. His hand shoved me to the side, and I watched him, baffled. He grabbed his hand carry, and only then did I realize that he shoved me to the side because I was standing between him and his luggage. My eyes widened like saucers, and my jaw clenched.
"f**k you, Zayd." The words were out of my mouth before I could think twice. Before I registered what was happening, I was pinned to the nearest wall with his weight pressing onto me. His lips collided with mine as they fell into a desperate kiss. He dominated mine soon until I was doing nothing more than moulding with his movement. My hands grabbed his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. My grip on him tightened like he was my salvation and I would fall into an abyss if I let go. His hands shot up, gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head.
A gasp escaped my lips. What was he doing? Binding me at his mercy?
My hands were bound above my head with one of his hands as his lips continued to abuse mine. It was intoxicating, the feeling of his warm lips on mine, sucking and biting. Whatever I wanted to say and felt was replaced by his touch, his smell, and desire. He was claiming my lips as if he owned them, and I could curse at him all I wanted, but I would still belong to him and him alone.
He finally pulled away, not letting go of my hands. I was a panting mess while he looked as if he hadn't just passionately kissed me. "You can talk all about f*****g me if you want but..." he paused, wrapping his free hand around my neck, making my gaze snap to his. My body was melting underneath him, and I doubted that my legs would give out if he let go of me.
"You will forget to speak when I'll actually f**k you." He hissed into my face, "The only word that would come out of that pretty mouth would be my name." His warm breath brushed my skin, and a shiver ran down my spine at his words.
I gulped slowly, blinking. His eyes had turned darker, and that scared and excited me at the same time. He pulled away, letting go of my hands, and disappeared inside the bathroom with his carry. He was taking a shower, and that was enough time that I needed to recollect myself. He had made another promise, and this time it wasn't about the punishment.
"I can't believe that she dared to send you this!" Winnie chimed in from behind Esme. I could see they were in Esme's room, and Winnie had decided to join our video call. I flipped the dress around, showing them. My phone was placed on the dressing table with the front camera on as I showed them the dress Audrey had sent me.
"Well, she had the audacity to text my man; I was expecting something like this when the dress arrived." I huffed out, tossing the cloth on the bed. The week's schedule was released last night and was delivered to our rooms. After Zayden and I had freshened up, we took our time to map some people and strategies out, aligning with the events of the week. His tactics were different and more intimidating than the ones Mom had laid out in the document. It was refreshing to have another point of view on how to get through this week successfully. No wonder, he was one of the most powerful Alphas. I dared not tease him again and decided to focus on learning from him instead.
The festivities were to commence tonight with a grand ball. It was hosted as the first event purposefully to let the leaders mingle and get comfortable. It was essential to make a good first impression tonight, which was enough to make me nervous. I wasn't exactly off to a great start with CM Samara. I couldn't impress her; how would I be able to impress other leaders, let alone gain their favours?
"My man?" Esme raised a brow at me, questionably, her eyes widening.