Chapter 6
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She looked up as dark obsidian eyes gazed into hers. He grabbed her bum all of a sudden and lifted her off the table. Her legs instantly wrapped around his hips and her arms clung onto him.
She looked around and realized they were in his office. Alone.
He stepped around the table and sat down on an office chair behind it. She found herself straddling him. What was he doing? She was speechless. Blushing slightly, she looked down but he lifted her chin with one hand.
Like the black sea, his dark eyes drowned her in. It left her breathless. He caressed her red cheek with his thumb. Strands of chocolate brown hair fell around her face. He tucked them behind her ear and gazed deeply into her eyes.
"Do you know who I am?" his deep voice rumbled.
His question surprised her yet again. He was telling her to stay earlier and now he was sitting behind his desk with her on his lap and he wanted to talk?
Great.
Maybe her teasing changed his mood. Maybe she shouldn't have called him daddy.
"Jason Bourne?" she asked. Since the man from earlier called him Alpha Bourne, she was starting to think he had some kind of a Bourne Legacy.
The corner of his lips lifted up and butterflies swallowed her tummy. "Call me Draco, baby doll."
She giggled. "I rather call you daddy," she joked, "since you act like you are."
His eyes darkened. "Don't make promises. You'll be screaming my name soon."
Her eyes widened. What exactly did he mean by that? Not accepting any response from her, he wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her towards him.
She laid her head on his shoulder and he kissed her head, smelling in her scent. He constantly played with her hair and traced random patterns on her back. She tried to relax herself in his embrace as she took a deep breath.
He smelled so good. She felt his heartbeat thumping beneath her chest as he heaved.
"Why did you take me?" she finally asked, breaking the silence between them. She felt his breathing increase.
"You're in danger and I have to protect you," he stated firmly, his chest vibrating.
"I'm not in danger," she protested. "For all we know, that man who tried to take me away is a lunatic."
"You don't understand." He sighed and it was as if there was something he knew she would never understand. "You could've been kidnapped. You could've died. I won't let anyone take you away. You're mine. You don't have to concern yourself with anything else."
As she tried to take in his words, she felt her blood boiling. She was his? His? Unbelievable.
Who would say that to someone they didn't know? She pulled back suddenly and glared at him, her anger radiating between them.
"What do you want from me?" she demanded.
"I want you."
He couldn't be serious. She tried to take herself off his lap but she guessed he was just too strong for her. "Let me go."
He only pulled her closer. "Don't even try to run away from me, baby doll."
She touched his strong arms in protest, trying to remove them from her. She didn't want him to touch her. She knew what he wanted and she knew how much he found her attractive but she wasn't going to give in.
"I'm not going to be your sex slave just because you saved me," she blurted out, looking him straight in the eye.
"You're not my slave," he stated seriously.
"Still, I don't want to have sex with you."
It wasn't just the feeling of fear towards him. It was the fear of doing something she hadn't done with anyone else. They said it hurt at first but sex was something she wanted to deal with only after marriage.
With someone she wanted. Someone she loved. Not someone she barely knew.
"I know," he replied, as if he knew all her secrets. He touched her face and revealed the side of her neck by putting her hair aside. Slowly, he leaned in and she felt him kissing her neck softly, his lips lingering on her skin.
"So innocent, baby doll," he murmured huskily. "I have so much to teach you."
She shivered as he tenderly kissed the sensitive skin below her ear. His words, his kisses, and his touch kept sending a delicious shiver running down her spine.
She closed her eyes and a soft moan escaped her lips. He pulled down the sleeve of her shirt and kissed her shoulder.
"You can't keep me here forever," she said in between breaths.
"You can't run from me forever."
"You can't.. do this."
He couldn't keep her locked in this house just to protect her. What was out there that she didn't know about? He couldn't seriously expect her to accept this and forget her own life behind these closed walls.
"You're not leaving," he murmured. She took sudden intake of breath. Her heart quickened its pace and she felt scared.
How could he be so possessive and heartless? He wanted her and he wasn't even afraid to admit it. He didn't consider her feelings. Is this what he does? Does he take girls against their own wills and lock them here?
"I will do whatever it takes to make you happy," he promised. "As long as you're safe here with me, I'll give you everything you want."
Her heart fluttered and she ignored the strange feeling.
"I don't even know you," she muttered under her breath and she heard his heavy sigh.
"My parents died when I was young," he began and her heart sank. "I grew up in a broken family. My father believed in independence and strength. I learned that the hard way. In order to get what I want, I had to be strong. He'd always been tough with me, but he made me who I am."
She didn't know what to say.
"When they were killed in a fight, I took it over my own hands to avenge their deaths. Then I followed after my father's footsteps. Now, I stand tall and I got what I wanted. But then I found you.. and I realized what I truly need."
Her heart beat louder inside her chest. She raised her head from his shoulder and looked into his deep obsidian eyes. They held so much meaning. Something she couldn't grasp.
Right then, she knew instantly that she was doomed. That she was destined to fall for him.
"How can you want someone you don't know?" she asked.
She felt his fingers sliding under her shirt. They ran smoothly up her spine and she felt tingles crawling under her skin.
"I know who you are. I know more than you think I do."
Her eyes widened. Wait, what?
"Do you really think I'm a fool, Anastasia?"
Hearing her name roll smoothly on his tongue, a soft gasp escaped her lips.
"Your mother died when you were just a child," he started to recite. "You're living with your father at Kingstown. Graduated. At eighteen, you work as a waitress and you come home late to tend your sick father. What's an innocent beautiful young woman like you doing in a restaurant?"
She glared at him. "I like my job. It's the only way my father and I can live."
"Your father?" he questioned. "Well, what will he do now that you're gone?"
Tears began to gather in her eyes as she remembered her father. He was alone. What happened to him? Was he alright? She missed him terribly.
He pulled her to him as he saw her tears and she buried her face into his neck.
"Shhh. Don't cry, baby doll. Your father's safe. I made sure of it."
It felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her chest. She took a deep breath of his scent and sighed. She wanted to believe he was telling the truth and somehow, she knew he was.
"But I don't think I'll be needing him," he continued with a tone of mischief. "I might as well leave him to die."
She tensed. "No, please, don't hurt him," she begged. Taking a deep breath, she said, "I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
He kissed her hair and she heard him sigh. "Stay with me."
