Free Web NovelChapter 108: Stormy Weather, Turbulent Hearts
"Nooo. I— I can’t, my mother-in-law would be worried," Skyla tried to wriggle out of his stronghold again. It was of no use though.
"Tell her you are staying with Huria tonight. Her home is nearby and the storm is horrendous," he nonchalantly added as if he had thought this through and through.
"And what will I tell Huria? If someone was to ask her, she would have no clue."
"The truth, that you are with me. I am sure Miss Huria won’t mind at all, knowing I would never hurt you." He let go of her waist and affectionately cupped her face with both his hands.
"You trust me? You know I will never harm you or let anyone else do it," he asked with such tenderness that she was reduced to a mere kitten in his hold, who wanted nothing but purr and watch him with those needy eyes.
"I trust you, Sir," she finally spoke, her brain going haywire from his proximity. His warmth and his scent were filling it and with every passing second, she was losing the threads of control, they were breaking fast.
"It’s going to be Zyair from now on when we are alone," he answered with a burning intensity that hit her right in her core and sent a jolt down below and she clenched her thighs together.
’My God, help me. I am turning into a sinner,’ she sent a silent prayer as she felt his muscled body press itself against her soft one.
"Skyla? Say it, please. Say my name," his sultry whisper was in her ear as the tip of his covered nose grazed its outer rim.
The raw zeal of his eyes was burning her and she had nowhere to escape. Not that her treacherous body wanted to, her heart had turned a traitor too. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
"Z–Zyair!!!" she softly spoke, her heart almost jumping out of her chest. He could feel her agitation, he could hear her thundering heartbeat, being so close to her and occupying all of her personal space.
This was getting too much for Skyla. So he pressed his covered lips to her temple and gave her a small chaste kiss. She felt tiny jolts of current travelling through her body, making her core melt in pleasure.
"Thank you!" He wistfully murmured against her heated skin and finally let her go, distancing himself so she could have some personal space. This has been quite an emotional ride for her.
Skyla let out a frustrated breath and almost crumpled to the ground as her knees gave away. Zyair instantly shifted his executive chair under her and caught her in time.
"I got you, relax. Catch your breath," he calmly instructed and moved away to get her a glass of water from the tumbler. Skyla grasped her head in her hands trying to piece together everything that was happening.
"Here!" He handed her the glass as thunder and rain continued their wild dance outside while the tango of their hearts had begun inside.
She accepted it with gratitude and chugged it down in one go. The cool liquid calmed her raw nerves and parched throat. She placed the glass down with a small thud. Zyair was leaning on the desk, silently watching her come to terms with the unravelling of events.
He stayed silent and patient. Like he always did when it concerned her, until today.
Today he had ruptured like a violent volcano and burnt her tormentor, he was not even sure what he must have done if Lawrence hadn’t arrived.
The urge to kill was real, the darkness he held at bay completely engulfed him today. He could no longer stand people who physically and emotionally hurt others and this was the matter of his Skyla.
"We should go or the streets will be flooded," he cast a look outside and saw the heavy rain coming down in torrents. If it continued like that the flood would follow and they would be trapped.
"Ok, I will get my stuff from the office." Skyla kept her eyes downcast, avoiding his wild ones. The emotions that danced naked there were too much for her fragile heart.
"I will wait for you." He advanced to where she sat and clutched both handles of his chair bringing her closer to him.
His hand moved and Skyla leaned away in panic. Her body had attuned itself in fight and flight mode because of the times Doran had hit her. Any man in such proximity resulted in her fears surfacing. Although she knew he wouldn’t hurt her it was a jerk reaction.
A sharp pain sliced his heart as he felt why she reacted the way she reacted.
"I am not going to hurt you, just going to adjust your pin, it’s about to fall. Can I?" He asked with a profound calmness, not wishing to startle her.
She relaxed with his words and silently nodded.
The pin was dangling down so he carefully took it out of her hair so as not to cause her any pain or pull her soft tresses.
Zyair’s long fingers smoothed out her lush hair back, the messy bun was even messier now. Feeling the smoothness of her silken strands between his fingers, he savoured the beautiful moment.
Skyla fumbled with her hands, embarrassment flooding her, not in her wildest dream she had thought that today her boss would be combing her hair with his fingers.
He was so meticulous in his actions, taking his time and neatly holding them back he placed the pin back in. It beautifully sat in her flaming hair. Zyair let the few strands rest on her shoulders.
"There, much better now," he announced quietly. Not really wanting to let her go but he was running out of excuses to touch her.
"Thanks, I should get my things." She quickly scrambled out of his seat. Any more proximity with him and she wasn’t sure she would be able to resist the urge to unburden herself.
He watched her leave, his eyes wouldn’t stop following her figure. The pain in his chest began to grow as the door closed behind her and the distance between them widened.
Zyair held his face in his hands. This is not how he had wished for her to find out. What if she would reject him and his advances?
Will she want to be with a man like him? Truth be told, for most of his life he was nothing but a manwhore. Even this name he carried was a fake, given to him by his adopted father to keep his identity hidden from the world.
The plan was to set her free but was that all he wanted now?
No.
He yearned to own her, every part of her.
He wished to make love to her and have her scream his name.
He wanted to give her pleasures she wouldn’t have ever dreamt of as existing.
All in all, Zyair desired to be the only man in her life. Not that cowardly ass she called her husband.
But it was not going to be as straightforward. She was too shy and held high morals. Zyair didn’t care that she was married, he wanted her regardless but he knew she would never agree. So it was a path he was going to have to trudge on very very carefully.
He couldn’t afford to lose her, not now when she was only a breath away and deep down he had a tiny belief that she wanted to be his too.
At least he hoped.
