18 | Taken To Paradise
"The fuck, you madwoman!" My kidnapper hunkered over the kitchen counter, unfortunately dodging my attack.
"You asshole!"
"I make lasagna for you. You fling night lamps at me. Not done, señorita." He crossed his arms pulling a grumpy face.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." I let my hands fall to the side and exhaled a held in breath.
"That's my girl." He smiled sweetly, approaching me.
"I should have done this." The knife sweeped past him, sticking up in the wooden doorframe. Then I threw another and yet another until I ran out of knives.
"Help! My hostage is going to kill me." He ran out into the living room with me following him with a butcher knife held in my hand.
"You kidnapped me, Rafael!" I yelled, trying to reach him on the other side of the huge piano.
"Blame your brothers. And yourself." He ran to his left as I did, again getting us on either sides of the piano.
How long will you run? Let's see.
"I come near you for two fucking seconds and they appear magically, taking you away from me. And if by my permanently absent luck they don't show up, you Miss Andress decide to take up their responsibility."
"So your solution to this problem was to kidnap me!" I aimed the kinfe at him, again missing it by mere calculated inches.
If only he didn't have his shirt unbuttoned!
If only I didn't religiously follow my principle of not killing tasty men!
He smiled wickedly, gesturing his eyes at the fallen weapon and began slinking my way taking a chance on the belief that I'm unarmed.
"Oops! Ran out of knives?" He mocked in a girly voice.
The next moment he was tossed on the floor, groaning while clutching his shoulder.
Men never learn, do they!
"Okay, okay!" He raised his arms up, staring up at my looming figure. "Why don't we solve this like adults– Naked, under me, on my bed. What say?"
"You- aah!" He pushed my leg with his, causing me to fall over him. Once I did, there was no way I could escape. He quickly turned us over, trapping me under him.
I could fight him. But I didn't.
"You were saying?" He whispered.
"I..you..." I fumbled with my words, this proximity doing sinful things to my body.
"I what?" He smirked.
"You.. You can't do this."
"Oh but I did." He bit my earlobe. "Did you forget? I can do whatever the hell I want and whoever the fuck I want."
One month of trying to stay away just got trashed in the bin. Congratulations.
The oven beeped, thankfully interrupting the soon to turn intimate session.
"Food is ready. Now get up. We saw what happens when you're hangry." He feigned dread, stretching his hand to help me up.
He's such a sweet bastard. He just won't let me stay mad at him.
I had to admit, the lasagna gave my taste buds several orgasms. I don't know it was the hunger of an entire day or the heavenly taste of it. I gobbled up all the contents of my plate without a word while he occasional kept laughing at me.
Meh! Who cares when you have such good food in your plate.
Now I was arranging the dishes in the dishwasher while my captor was cleaning the broken mess of the night lamp in the kitchen.
"Phew!" He huffed, satisfied with his work. "Now I can finally achieve my ulterior motives." He wiggled his brows and picked me up in one effortless move earning a yelp from me at the sudden action.
"Rafael!"
"Raf." He corrected, grinning as we headed back up to the room.
"Are we alone here?" I asked nervously.
"Is that a trick question?" He chuckled, settling down on the couch near the windows whilst pulled me on his lap.
I should stop this before it goes too far. But I can't deny my heart and body screaming at me to take this so far that we never find a way back home.
So pretty much like every time, I gave in and straddled him, letting my fingers run through his dark brown hair.
"Is it right to run away like this when we're in the middle of a mission?" I mumbled faintly.
"I have very capable people back there. We needed this break." He ran his hands up and down my back.
"They are stressed as it is. This is going to add to their worries. We just disappeared all of a sudden."
A glint of playfulness swarmed through his eyes. "Don't worry, I've taken care of it. They know you're with me."
"How?" I sensed something wrong over here.
"Allegra will tell them." He stated.
Allegra. Right.
"I can't believe she joined hands with you. And you!" I slapped his chest. "You're such a drama queen."
He threw his head back, laughing at the incident. "I was kidnapping the queen of Esztar. I had to do it the right way."
"No but seriously, what did you threaten her with?"
I feel bad for thinking of her as a traitor. If only I could call and apologize to her.
"It was actually a trade."
"A trade? What did you had to offer her. She hates you."
"Nope. I think we're slowly becoming friends. Besides, she'd do anything to trouble our beloved grandpa." He shrugged.
Sounds fair. I was secretly happy he brought me here, away from the chaos of our world. I rested my head on his shoulder and his grip on my waist tightened. I've missed him so fucking much.
But then a sudden thought clicked in my head. I shot my eyes up at him. "Where exactly are we?"
"We're in a tiny town called Montroc. It's in the Chamonix valley-"
"Holy Mother of lasagna! We're in France!" I screeched.
"Ugh!" He cupped his hands over his ears, twisting his face in agony. "Yes, we're too close to the Alps."
"Aah! Please call the sun! I wanna see this place. It must be so pretty-"
Wait.
Hold on.
Stop!
"How did we reach here, Rafael?" I asked in a low, voice, kinda knowing the answer. But I wasn't sure.
His lips curled up into a lopsided grin, confirming my doubt.
"Oh no! no! no! Rafael!" I screamed. "We flied here on your private jet! Oh my god! I was in a pair of black lingerie and a huge Mickey Mouse tee!"
"So your problem is that you flew on a private jet in a Mickey Mouse tee?" He laughed seeing my face turn crimson.
"No! My problem is that I was sleeping while flying in a private jet!"
I mean come on, that only happened in movies. Now when I had the chance, I was out.
"Don't worry, love. I'll make sure you're awake while we go back. Right now," He mindlessly played with my hair, twisting them in his fingers. "Let me do what I'm here for?"
"I wonder what that'd be?" I huffed dramatically.
"Convince you to be mine again." He said in all seriousness.
He searched my eyes for any kind of a reaction which flew down to the wooden floor. "No, look at me, love." He raised my head up with his finger below my chin.
"I know I've made mistakes. Some of them are even sins. I know I've let you down every time. But all I need is one last chance, please."
"Raf." I sighed. "You know that's not the problem. How am I going to meet Oliver's eyes if I hurt Camila like that?"
"Do you want me too? Forget everything and just answer this one question."
"I do." Those words left my lips in a heartbeat.
A relieved smile stretched over his handsome face. "Then give yourself a chance. Give me a chance. Forget about everyone else. Over here, it's just you and me. Let me show you how happy we can be with each other. Let me show you how beautiful our life can be if we're together."
And then what? What will happen when we go back. This fake paradise will crumble the moment we go back and all we'll have is beautiful memories that will only hurt us.
His face dropped sensing the battle inside me. "Fine, don't change your decision. Just let us be together for a few days. This world I created must be fake but our happiness will be real. We deserve this after all that we've been through."
He was tempting me with his words. I could see myself slowly going away from my resolve to do the right thing.
"Say yes. Please say yes." His voice turned husky as he said that in my hair, inhaling my scent as if locking me in his heart. His fingers crept under my tee, teasingly stroking my waist.
"T- This is manipulation." I whispered, feeling moisture build between my legs.
"And it's working, isn't it." He pecked the sweet spot on my neck leaving me wanting for more. "Say yes."
"Yes." I came out a moan. "Let's forget everything for a while. You're just mine over here."
"You and I are going to return home as us. I'll win your heart over. Just you see, señorita." He said with a seductive touch in his tone.
I was silently pleading him to do it. Force me to change my mind, use any tactic, but just make me selfish enough for wanting all of him just for myself.
"Be careful, honey. I'm gonna cheat. Don't say I didn't warn you beforehand." He ran his fingers through my hair, trailing kisses over my jaw. "If it's your heart at stake, then yes, I'm going to fucking cheat to make it mine."
Just what I wanted.
"You know what?" He abruptly pulled apart, making me internally groan in frustrating. "Let's start over."
"Start over?" I raised my brows trying to hide my desperation.
"Yep!" He tossed me on the couch and stood up, straightening his still unbuttoned black shirt.
Can't he just take it off?
"Do you realize we never said hello to each other." Amusement danced in his gorgeous eyes. Those eyes!
"Yeah because you were busy getting annoyed at me in our first meet. I fell over my ass because of you and you didn't even help me up. And then you fired me." I kicked his shin.
"You called me Mr I Am Too Dumb To Understand Sarcasm!" He complained.
Oh no, I didn't!
Actually, I did.
"Then when I said you're fired, you said no, I'm Vittoria Andress." He snorted, shaking his head.
I felt so stupid. I hid my heated face in my palms out of embarrassment. "Why do you remember everything."
"I even remember you telling me that it's good that I fired you because you wouldn't have to see my rotten face again." He said, offended.
"Look who drools at the same rotten face now." He smirked.
"Egomaniac!" I tossed a throw pillow at him.
"I'm just stating the facts."
I looked away with a childish disapproval.
"My point is, let's start over. Hello, I'm Rafael Grayson." He smiled, stretching his hand out.
That innocent smile passed on to me. "Hi, I'm Vittoria Andress." I accepted his handshake, feeling the warmth of his hand against mine.
"Amazing, let's have sex." He yanked me into him, causing me to get up and crash into his hard chest.
The soft haze of the golden lights illuminating the large room fell squarely over his chiseled face, making it look more gorgeous. How can someone be so perfect? Moreover, how can I be so lucky to be loved by someone so perfect.
I might as well die.
"No no no! Wait! Cancel! Cancel!" He interjected, shrugging me out of my reverie. "You go there." He pointed at the opposite end of the room.
I stood there with a confused look.
"Just go!" He turned me around and pushed me to the spot and then walked to the other end.
What is he up to now?
"Great." His hands formed a steeple. "Now walk towards me and bump into me." He clapped his hands excitedly.
I did a major facepalm.
"Gosh! Rafael! You're insane."
"Yeah you do that to me." He darted his tongue out, wetting his lips. I'm going to pretend I didn't see that.
I shook my head as if shaking off the dirty thoughts storming my head.
"Ready? One, two, three, walk!" He cheered.
Why am I even doing this? Oh, because I love this idiot.
I followed his instructions and bumped into him like we did at our first meet. Only this time, intead of hitting my ass on the ground, I had fallen gracefully into his arms with our face inches apart.
"Wow, this was so unexpected." I rolled my eyes.
"Hello there gorgeous! Do you believe in love at first sight or shall I bump into you again?" He smiled cunningly.
Oh so now he wants to play flirting-flirting? Sounds fun.
"Apart from being a turn on machine, what do you do for a living?" I trailed my finger over his jaw as we straightened back up.
"That was so average." He twisted his face in disappointment.
"You're just like a snowflake– beautiful, intricate and with one touch, you'll be wet." He squeezed my butt tight making me moan for him.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I was losing it. My hands crept beneath the fabric of his shirt, feeling every inch of his toned chest. I peeled it off him, the shirt slipping down into the floor.
I pulled him down to my height, my lips ready to serve his mouth and body eager to submit to him. "Please Raf."
"Please what, señorita? What exactly do you want?" His eyes darkened and I felt his erection press hard against me as he fisted my hair, wrenching my head back.
His lips grazed my neck but that was just it. His used his free hand to lock my hands behind me, rendering me unable to move an inch. I suddenly felt so bold and ready to be extremely specific.
"I want you to dominate me. I want you to own me and control me. I want you to be rough and merciless with me. I want to feel you inside me like-"
The ground under my feet vanished and darkness made a presence as I closed my eyes, engaged into the fierce battle of our lips against each other. My back crashed on the soft mattress of the bed and just then, my tee was ripped of my body leaving me exposed in a pair of black lingerie.
He hovered over me with the promise of fulfilling our dark desires and giving each other what we deserved.
"Tonight I'm going to claim what's mine." He said, crashing his lips over mine in a dominating rhythm.
Vittoria: Do you even know what's going to happen next?
Rafael: *smirks* Of course they do.
Vittoria: Shut up, Raf! I'm talking about that!
Rafael: That?
Vittoria: Yes, you idiot! That secret which they're going to find. The mystery!
Rafael: Ohhhh thaaaaatttt! But how will they know? And when?
Vittoria: If they vote. And they'll know about it sooner if they comment.