Imprisoned

Chapter # 27

This sentence soothed her features, curling her lips upward in a millimeter.

I motioned her to come and sit beside me, she got up and sat beside me. I took out my cigarette but she frowned, "What?" I asked.

"I don't like it." She said, making a wry face.

Smirking, I put the filter in my mouth and moved to her, daring to take it from me and she did, throwing it away.

"Anyways, Tell me, how was it?" I asked and was about to put my arm around her shoulder, soon to realize how it might sound uncomfortable to her so I stopped and turned my body to her.

"It was scary. I thought I would embarrass myself but I don't know what took over me, my body moved on its own." I hummed in response while she nervously explained to me.

"You went overboard but gained their trust and warned them too. A great start as a leader but the question is..." I paused, taking her hand in mine.

"Do you want to become a Mafia leader?" I asked, intertwining my fingers with hers. Her breath stopped, shaking her in denial immediately.

"No. Never."

"Then why are you acting like one?" I asked softly, boring my eyes into her exquisite emotions of unsettlement.

"I don't want to. I would never... I couldn't control myself.. What took over me..? What happened to me, Prince?... You promised to stop me, why didn't you-"

She panicked, looking around stressfully, finding an explanation for her natural urges to desire malice.

"Hey, Hey. It's okay... This was the first time. Too much power must have blinded you, it's okay. You will get used to it." I smiled.

Wrapping my other arm around her shoulder, pressing her back over my chest, stroking her hand, whispering sweet nothings to ease her up.

"I don't want to get used to it." She mumbled, pulling my shirt.

"I want to run away..." She confessed in a broken tone, she confessed the darkest desire of my heart- liberation.

Smiling at her terrified form, finding solace in my arms, continuing after taking support from my shoulder, "Why can't we run away from this abhorrence?" She asked desperately, hurriedly, panting.

Sometimes her words elicited a special pain in my heart which reached from my core to my soul only to realize this was a miserable dream and I am still the person she detest and this was just a frontage... or not?

"We?" I asked vaguely.

Her eyes widened for a moment gaining cognition and the weight of the words knocking despair on our doorsteps.

She gasped and tried to get away from me, I held her waist and pushed her down, getting on top of her.

My one hand held hers, my body hovering over hers, observing the crimson shade on her face, loud breaths similar to mine, tangling and filling the absence of sound in the room.

My world existed around her arms, invisible strings attached me to her.

"What are you trying to do to me?" I asked huskily.

Stopping my eyes at her desirable lips inviting me to explore them and to elevate the lust, she licked them with a hard gulp.

"I could ask you the same." She replied in the same tone.

Bringing her hand closer to take my face in her hands, my grip tightened on her entwined fingers fastening our heartbeats, scanning her body beneath me.