As soon as he stepped in, all my attention was drawn to him like he was a magnet. I knew he was avoiding looking at me, but I didn’t mind because I got to look at him all I wanted.
Kade Varkas was a sight for sore eyes.
His black suit hugged his body like a second skin, his muscles not making any effort to hide, and it made my mouth water as he moved. His hair was long, wavy, and just reaching his shoulders. That gave him a soft look, softening his otherwise intimidating look.
And then he finally looked at me and I couldn’t look away. His eyes… those eyes had my body on lockdown.
He moved to me and my eyes followed him. I stood up slowly, placing my hand on his palm, feeling how rough it was. And how big. It was said that people with big hands had big dicks. I had never been fixed on those things, but right now, I was clinging to them. I could already imagine his hand running all over my body, leaving me heated, slipping between my legs.
Mio Dio.
He placed a soft kiss on my knuckles and that place tingled. My lips were jealous of my knuckles. He dropped my hand and we exchanged a few words, but I still couldn’t look away from his eyes.
It just wasn’t their mismatched color that held my attention; it was how… empty they seem, so empty that it felt like there wasn’t a soul behind those eyes.
I hadn’t known that a person’s eyes could be so empty.
It sent a thrill through me.
“Are you flirting with me, Kade?”
This man’s expression didn’t even change a bit as he answered in a flat voice, “I’m not.”
That only made my smile widen. I wanted this man. I no longer cared that I had to get married. Seeing my soon–to–be husband made me want to get this marriage over with. I was fully anticipating our wedding night.
“Oh?” I asked, my voice dropping, low and seductive. “I must have misunderstood, then. With how hot your eyes were fixed on me, it’s hard not to think that way.”
There was finally a shift in his blank expression; a slight lift of his eyebrow. He looked curious.
“Let’s dine, Kade,” I said, pointing at the table that was being filled by the servant. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
We moved to the long table, sitting, he sitting opposite me. Conversations took over, with mostly the old people talking, and the other brother.
Ah, the other brother.
Silas Varkas must be God’s favorite because his sons were sights. When I saw the first brother, I couldn’t look away. But then I saw his brother and I no longer cared about him, because my husband was just as handsome.
Said husband was silent as he ate, not once saying a word. My eyes never left him, and I couldn’t help but want to see a little reaction from him.
I took off my heel before I touched him with my feet, just stroking his leg, not moving higher… yet. His body tensed, and he raised his head slowly and looked at me, his expression still blank.
That won’t do.
I wanted fire. A spark. Anything to tell me that this strong wall of good–looking ice could feel.
So I pushed my foot higher, grazing along the hard line of his thigh beneath, feeling the strong muscles beneath his suit. His fork stilled mid–air, a muscle in his jaw ticking.
Ah! A reaction! It was just the smallest cracks, but it filled me with a high thrill and pushed me to continue.
I was beautiful–I’ve been called a siren on many occasions–so I was confident in my game of seducing men. It would be nice to get the tension high before the webbing night, so he would release all the pent–up energy that wonderful night.
I shivered at the thought of being pinned down by his strong body, being fucked senseless.
My feet rubbed his thigh, my eyes fixed on his, an innocent smile on my face. “What’s wrong, Kade? Your food must be cold. You haven’t touched it in a few minutes.”
His mismatched eyes were sharp, but his voice came out cool, steady, as he spoke. “I don’t lose my appetite so easily.”
“Oh?” I tilted my head, pushing higher slowly. “You look like you’re losing it right now.”
His hand tightened around his fork, yet another reaction.
I fought a shiver.
“Yes,” he said, a bit of edge entering his voice. “It would seem that way.”
The table had fallen silent, every single eye fixed on us, the air going still, but I didn’t stop taunting this man in front of me.
When was the last time I felt something like this? Lately, it’s been the same boring things over and over again, but now I have something new. Maybe I should thank Medea, but I would cut off my tongue before I do that.
My feet continued to rub a particular spot, just shy away from his dick.
“Why’s that?” I asked, feigning innocence.
His eyes were hot on me as he answered, “Because I suddenly had this feeling of disgust in my gut. It made
me lose my appetite, which is a rare occurrence.”
That caught me off guard, making me pause.
Disgust? Disgust?!
Wow, this was a first for me, but like they say, “There’s always a first for everything.”
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You would think the blunt rejection would make me back down, but I wouldn’t be Belladonna Iannelli if I gave up so easily.
My foot moved away from that spot and finally touched his dick and the bastardo was… soft.
My eyes grew wide, and he tilted his head, a bit of life entering those eyes.
“Why so shocked?”
My smile came back into place. “I was just caught off guard, but no matter, I’ll come back stronger and better.”
He scoffed. “I doubt that, Belladonna.”
I’ve never really liked my name. It meant beautiful woman in Italian, but Belladonna was also the name of a deadly flower, so I felt I was poisonous, killing anyone who got too much of me. But hearing him say my
name…
I didn’t do anything anymore and just stared at him.
“Perhaps you two would like some privacy?” Medea asked, the first one to speak while the others watched like we were some kind of show.
I didn’t look away from those eyes. “Yes. Yes, I would like some privacy with my husband.”
His jaw tightened. “I’m. Not. Your. Husband.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
