Shameless
1050 Words
By the time the car pulled up in front of the restaurant, my foot was feeling much better due to Florian's constant massaging. His fingers were soft yet firm, skilful around my skin, and his touch was delicate. I watched him throughout the ride, never once getting distracted by the sights around.
They were beautiful, but...
He finally looked up and met my eyes. He had been so focused on my foot, massaging it that he hadn't even bothered to look up to me.
His eyes darted across both of mine, and he gave me a small smile. "Does it feel better?"
I nodded slowly. "I doubt there is an ache as stubborn as you."
He slowly raised his brow. "Well, that is perfect. I hope those aches know thay can't get to you while I am right here."
I smiled, then blinked, feeling moisture build up in my eyes. "You are crazy."
He chuckled, then turned away. "We are here."
I nodded, for the first time tearing my gaze off him. The restaurant was beautiful, but my eyes slowly drifted back to him again, and I let out a sigh.
"Thank you."
He turned to me, his eyes the same beautiful depth. "I believe I have told you how much I hate that gratitude."
"Because I have other currencies to pay in?"
He parted his lips to say something, but before the words could leave those perfect lips of his, I closed in, lightly biting down on his bottom lip, my eyes fixed on his lips, my hand cupping his left cheek.
He sucked in a sharp breath as my sudden movement put his hand on my thigh now, and the distance between us didn't even exist anymore.
I looked up to his eyes, and they had gone dark. The sort of dark I would expect to see in the eye of a man who would burn the world down for me. Who would watch it all crumble down in flames, the orange balls of destruction reflecting in his eyes, just for me.
Slowly, he brought his hand to cup my neck, his thumb running along my throat.
"You do know how to show gratitude, you little vixen."
I felt my blood boil with raw desire, and I leaned a little closer, biting down on his lips slowly, before I took it between mine. He let me enjoy a few moments of dominance before he turned, pinning my back on the car seat, his body hovering in front of me.
My eyes opened, my chest heaving hard, my gaze darting between his eyes and his lips.
"We still need to go in there, Rox."
I nodded, submissive, my chest heaving with desire. It was the sort of desire I never found with Damien. The sort of desire I could never find with him, and it convinced me to keep my hands off him till we were married.
Now, sitting here, watching Florian, letting his darkness reflect in me, the desire threatened to consume me whole. I knew I would have never survived seven years of being engaged to this man without having him pin me back and show me the world beyond.
"Let's go," he whispered against my lips, then placed a small kiss on the corner of my lips.
My eyes closed, and I found myself needing more of him, wanting more of those kisses. I wanted nothing more than to go back home with him now.
Slowly, he leaned away, his hand squeezing my thigh as if he wanted to keep me boiling down for him. The door opened, and he stepped out first before he stretched his hand to me. I took a bit of time to regain myself before I finally took his hand.
His fingers tightened around mine immediately, and he gently helped me out of the car. Once my feet were steady on the floor, he pulled me to him, his hand wrapping around the very small of my waist, dangerously low, his eyes carrying a bit of mischief and amusement.
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my knees weaken.
"Let me help you," he whispered before he lowered himself, put his hand beneath my knees, and scooped me into his arms again. My hands immediately wrapped around his shoulders, and I leaned into him, feeling extremely feminine, my mind immediately shutting out every worry and every need to be strong.
He walked to the door, and the driver opened it. We stepped in, and a server walked up to him. They spoke about something that I couldn't bring my mind to concentrate on while I put my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
The server finally ushered us upstairs. I leaned to see where we were going, my eyes taking in the entire place as we made our way upstairs.
Suddenly, my eyes fell on a table, and I froze. It was a family table, and Damien, Ronan, and my parents were occupying it.
Their faces were grim as they spoke in hushed tones, and I could tell Damien was trying to keep a low profile and avoid being seen.
Florian stopped walking, and I just watched my own parents as they talked to Damien.
None of them had even bothered to contact me after that day, but they were here, dining with the man who had cheated on their own daughter. They had cut me off because they didn't believe the claims against Damien, but even now that it was out in the open, they still didn't care.
I guess it was just me they hated. I guess Damien was preferable to them than their own daughter.
Damien suddenly looked up, and his eyes went cold. He tapped Ronan, who looked up to me, and his eyes glazed over.
"If it isn't the spoiled witch," Ronan said, sitting up, his eyes wide.
My parents turned to me, and my father stood up, his eyes taking in Florian and me.
"You are truly shameless, Roxanne. Shameless!"
Florian gave a small scoff, then gently leaned to kiss my forehead. "Shameless enough to cut out trash, yes, we are."
My eyes widened, but before any of them could react, Florian walked away, taking the stairs to the VVIP section.
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