Addicted to her little moans

Chapter4

DANA

“Are you going to stand there and watch me all night?” He asked folding his arms across his chest while I frowned harder,

“What are you thinking? What do you think you’re doing by bringing me here? Aren’t you kidnapping me? What do you want fromwith me?” I asked, hating the way he thought of himself.

He let out a soft chuckle, “What do I want with you?” He sized me up with his eyes and laughed briefly, “You’re way too young for me to want anything to do with you, so go in there and have a bath, I will arrange some thing for you to wear,” he said, breezed away from me and cornered into another room,

I let out a sigh. I’m confused, very confused but I won’t let that bother me first. Staying more alert will solve the whole problem.

I reassured myself and walked into the spacious lavish bathroom which was well furnished to taste, Daisy’s, Darcy’s and Danica’s bathrooms can’t be compared to how big and expensive his bathroom is.

He’s rich. He’s allowed to enjoy his money the way he wants it. I stripped and walked into the steamy tub. I let the water sink into my bones, sighing heavily. I can’t believe I missed my own dad’s anniversary. I’m not a filial daughter at all. I’ve never been. My mom would be so worried, I need to get out and find a way to call her.

I stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel and whipped it around my body, walked out casually and nearly bumped into him.

“You’re done?” He asked, flickering his eyes over my skin before settling his eyes into mine. I gave a sharp nod hating the knot which tightened in my stomach because of his presence.

“Yeah, I was…” he tossed a green hoodie to my face, causing me to shut up and struggle to get it off my face,

“Put that on and come downstairs, made a hot soup to make you sleep and forget the troubles of tonight,” he said and turned to leave,

“Uhm…Mr…Kidnapper,” Blurted out of my lips as he reached the door, I couldn’t hold it in. He turned to look at me and my breath cut in my chest for a moment. I’m not supposed to call him that but you can’t blame me. I don’t know his name.

“Uh, can I use your phone? I need to call my mom?”

“And complain that you were kidnapped by some lunatic who’s making you bath in his own house after giving you a big scare back there? Maybe he wants to r**e you,” He rambled while my jaw fell open.

Whoa! An immature smart man. How could he collect as gather every detail so accurately? Not entirely accurate but it’s almost like he just summed everything in my head up in simple straight sentences.

“She is…she is going to be worried about me,” I said while he smiled and pulled closer towards me. I stepped back, my heart acting all funny again.

Maybe I haven’t taken his height into consideration but he’s pretty tall. Huge. If I must say. And that’s scary.

My mouth fell open as he stood in front of me, his dreamy blue eyes tinted darker as they rained over me for a moment before he let out a sigh,

“And what would you tell your mom? That some crazy man kidnapped you?” He asked, touching my wet hair, “That some crazy man wants to kill you?”

I sucked in a lot of breath as his finger flickered over my neck, settling and feeling the texture of my wet hair, the burning heat inside of me beginning to rise.

What’s going on? Why is he making me feel strange? Strange? Heck no! That’s not true, I’m just scared of being in front of a hunky looking man like him.

Who knows what he can do to me, he can keep me here and sell me off just like the crazy novels I’ve read.

“You think too much with this your little head,” he breathed into my ears and I let out a moan which caused his gaze towards me to grow darker, “Why did you moan like that?” He asked while I stared at him cluelessly,

I have no idea what’s going on but…I don’t know. I’m burning up pretty much and I’m losing my breath. My heart is racing too fast in my chest.

“I didn’t even touch you but you’re moaning already? Do I arouse you that much you little lady?” He asked gracing his palm on my face while I nearly fell limp to the ground,

My legs suddenly felt weak. My senses fell apart. No more thinking of mom or dad’s death anniversary or my phone. Not even about the thoughts I had of this man.

What if he kidnapped me? Isn’t that better than staying hurled up in my house sometimes and still trying to figure out why my father died and left us all alone.

Or always trying to get out of my friends’ shadow every single time. Always worried about how their shallow minds might put them into deep trouble. I wonder how they’re right now.

I felt his chuckle again which brought my attention back to him, “You will call your mom later, get this hoodie on and come downstairs…” he said and turned his back on me and walked out,

I didn’t know I was holding in so much breath until he left, the scent of him filling up my nostrils and intoxicating me for the time I spent putting on the oversized hoodie and coming downstairs like he said to eat his soup.

When I felt his eyes on me again as I came to the dining room, my cheeks flushed, “You’re so damn hot, Angel! Maybe I would have some trouble keeping my eyes off you tonight,”