Chapter 220 - Lies And Not Lies
He smirked when Samantha's forehead wrinkled. She glared at him but didn't say a word. Her soul was healed from the moment her eyes laid on him. She didn't need to remember how bad the days before had been.
«Come this way,» she sighed, showing him the path towards a less crowded place. «There will be fewer people here.»
«You want me to follow you, now?» he snickered. «After you asked to part ways?»
«You're free not to,» she pointed out.
Yet, her body felt a sting of pain at those words. She wanted him to follow; she wanted it so badly that it hurt.
«You know already I'd follow you in hell, Miss Trouble.»
She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. Why were his words so powerful? Why was his voice so seductive all of a sudden?
«My room is too far,» she decided. How could she walk so far?
Also, she didn't want to spend the whole night doing who knows what. Her body needed - it was a matter of life and death - to feel Rider. But, at the same time, she didn't want to walk back on her word nor tease fate by sleeping next to him. A quicky should have been enough, for that time.
It was a good idea: they both would be satisfied, and the mate bond would have given them a break for a few days.
She pulled his sleeve and opened the door of a storage room. She had seen the small, dark room while passing there. There was little to nothing inside, except for the cart to carry the equipment for the chambermaids.
As soon as they were inside, she felt her body being pushed against the wall, and she closed her eyes, letting go of any kind of control.
«Are you playing with me?» he whispered in her ear.
She couldn't utter a word, for her rationality had died the moment his hands had gripped her sides. That night, he was rude.
«Oh,» she moaned, exposing her neck to him. It was a gesture of submission; an offer for him.
His fingers travelled downside, reaching her belt and slipping underneath. He pressed in between her legs while licking her neck and inhaling her lustful scent.
«What if I play with you in return, ah?» he continued.
Her sighs made him gulp, but he kept control long enough to make her turn and face the wall. Immediately, her hands trafficked with the belt to undo it, and she slipped her trousers down together with the underwear.
«Please, hurry up,» she said, turning her head to the side and placing her palms on the wall.
At her plea, instead of listening, Rider woke up from his daze. She was begging him, yet he didn't feel like satisfying her. Not too soon. The little devil was too used to having her way... And then disappearing into thin air.
«Why should I listen to you, ah? So that you can break my heart again?»
Samantha barely heard his words, but only his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. She sensed his erection poking on her butt, but it was still wrapped in his trousers.
«What are you doing?» she asked when she noticed he wasn't moving.
His arms were circling her, and his forehead was on her shoulder. He was sighing against her neck, inhaling her scent and leaving a light peck in between his breaths.
«I missed you,» he uttered. «Deadly.»
«Rider...» she moaned, frustrated by the interruption. Yet, she couldn't force herself on a man during such a delicate moment.
He pulled her trousers up, even fastening the belt for her.
«Don't call me by that name,» he said with a sweet tone. As sweet as to make her melt. «It makes me go crazy.»
«What's the problem?» she moaned. «I want you crazy.»
«Oh, no... You don't want it; believe me.»
Once her clothes were back in their place, he resumed hugging her from behind. His hair ticked her shoulder, but she couldn't move from the shock.
Who was that cuddly bear? Her mate was a rude, not-so-gentle hungry wolf. He would have torn her clothes if she didn't take them off in time! But... Hugging her and sniffing her scent like that? Was Rider capable of that? Really?
«What in the world are you doing, for the Moon Goddess?» she repeated.
«I'm touching you, Mine.»
«Don't call me like that,» she mimicked his words and tone.
Even though she didn't dislike hearing that name from him. Not as much as she disliked not being his at all that day.
«I won't,» he sighed.
«Not after you reject me like this,» she pointed out.
She was mad about his behaviour. Or maybe, it was about the way she had lost any control. Have sex in a storage room? She would have never considered it if not for the unavoidable attraction she felt for her mate.
«I hate this,» she sighed.
«Don't tell me,» he moaned. «You can't hate it as much as me. I've started dreaming about you lately. I will become a completely crazy man, thanks to you. But it can't be helped.»
«Indeed,» she said. «I will become crazy as well.»
«Wouldn't it be better? Crazy people don't have obligations.»
She chuckled, trailing her fingers on his arms. She touched his elbow and reached his hands. She caressed his fingers and leaned back on him.
«We're in trouble,» she commented. «How can people deal with this?»
«They don't, in fact. They simply surrender.»
«I'd like to see your face now.»
«Later. I'm busy now.»
«Busy doing nothing?»
He rubbed his nose on her neck.
«I'm busy as heck. Wait for your turn to take a look at me.»
«You're always so... Ah!» she moaned, displeased.
«So? Forceful? Rude? Cool?»
«You're so unpredictable. What made you stop sex in exchange for a hug? I don't understand you.»
«I'm not in the mood.»
«Your body says the opposite.»
«My body lies.»