Deception

Chapter Twenty Three

Just wanting to get far away from her

Her gaze didn't move. "After the stunt you pulled last night? Most definitely not." Her voice was velvet and steel. "Don't think just because I let you off last night that I'm done with you."

I was definitely nervous now. But i'm a bad bitch I couldn't back down, I can't let her win I thought to myself.

I scoffed, stepping back instinctively. "What makes you think you can tell me what to do?"

Her smirk was cold. "Do you want to keep your job?"

Tension coiled in my gut. I hated that she had that power. I hated that it made my breath hitch.

"You're not as scary as you act," I bit back. "It's all a front. You can drop the act honestly, it's getting tiring."

Her eyes flickered, sharp, unreadable. "Darling," she said, stepping forward, "if it's all just an act, why do you always tremble when I'm near you?"

My throat dried.

She took another step. And another. "Maybe you should ask yourself if you're the one who's scared. Scared to admit how you really feel."

She was in front of me now. So close, way too close. Her scent invaded my lungs as my skin buzzed.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came. And before I could try dig up the little dignity I had left her hands were on me, she gripped me hard pushing me up against the wall, not hard, but just enough to make me gasp, enough to make me grab her out of instinct.

"Constance," I breathed, barely able to say it. Her fingers brushed my bare arms like they owned them.

"Scarlett," she murmured, firm and low.

I should've told her to stop. Should've shoved her away. But my walls what was left of them crumbled like ash. I didn't want space. I wanted her. No I needed her.

I was no longer that bad bitch I thought I was a few minutes ago. I was now a girl with needs. Needs only she could fulfil, so I let my gourd down and did what I didn't think I would ever do.

I plead.

"Please," I whispered, shame curling into the plea like poison

She didn't move. "Please what?"

I looked up at her, lips parted, chest rising and falling. "Nothing bratty to say now, huh?"

I shut my eyes, jaw clenching as the tension crackled between us, unbearable. "Please... touch me. Kiss me. Do anything." I said rushing my words out like a whimpering mess.

Her hand gripped my waist, yanking me closer. Her breath hit my lips.

"Anything," she echoed, voice sinful.

"Yes," I breathed, "Anything."

Before I could process it her mouth came crashing down onto mine, I felt everything in me unravel the walls, the bitterness, the lies I kept telling myself.

There was no pretending anymore. Not with the way she kissed me like she owned my mouth, like she knew every part of me and how it needed to be handled.

Her hand tangled in my hair, tugging until I gasped. She tilted my head with practiced control, forcing my mouth open wider for her. I didn't resist. I couldn't. My body had already betrayed me melting, aching, needing her.

Her other hand slid down my waist, slow and possessive, dragging across every inch like she was mapping the terrain she planned to ruin.

I whimpered when her fingers brushed over my hip, skimming lower until they hovered at the waistband of my skirt.