Her Possessive Billionaire

Chapter 17

Author POV.

Wearing a black suit with a matching tie Lucas was sitting on the couch right beside Amara who was sitting in front of the vanity mirror applying some makeup with a Stout back cautious of his heated gaze boring holes on her.

She is wearing the deep wine red dress he gifted her. It is a backless dress with a slit on the left thigh. As if it wasn't provocative enough it looks more like a second skin on her, openly showing her each and every curve. Waking up the beast sleeping deep inside him.

She was sure enough that tonight would be her doom and the word escape was nowhere near her sight right now. These dreading thoughts were killing her insides, causing slight tremors to erupt from her spine.

With a deep sigh she got up, making him strode towards her. With a slight tug on her waist their chest collided with each other yearning a low yelp from her.

His hot breath fanned on her sweet spot bringing haze in her senses. While his callous palm on her waist massaged her up and down. He brought his other hand to glaze her left cheek causing her ears to burn with embarrassment because she hated the responses her betrayer body was giving him. Already, feeling his unholy orbs dancing on her body.

"You look more gorgeous than the day I saw you."He said glazing his teeth near her left ear caused the burning sensation to increase. While her ears turned red making him chuckle lightly.

"What will I do without you? Hmm, La Mia far falla?"

He bit her ear lobe hard making her jolt and cleared the haze inside her brain. With a hard jerk she pushed with much force causing him to stumble a little.

"Don't. Touch. Me." She gritted, setting him with a stern glare.

Even he saw the fire burning in her eyes. His rebellious butterfly is back. He scoffs internally.

Fixing his coat he came in front of her. With a slight tilt of his head. He bore his deep unwavering gaze into her hazel orbs who had a sparkling fear told him a lot of story. He smiled in victory.

Taking her small shivering hand in his rough one he led her out of their room. It happened too fast her disturbed mind wasn't fast enough to respond.

Getting out of the farmhouse they went towards his Lambo, opening the back door they both settled in.

Before the car could start he pulled a blind fold from somewhere and tied it around her eyes. Blocking her vision. Her heart started to beat loudly making her ear to drum, before she could wriggle, his voice roared in her ears.

"I dare you to remove it." and that's it. She dared not to move a finger near the blind fold. Already knowing the outcome.

Which felt like hours, the car finally came to a halt, not her racing nerves. He first got out and pulled her out as well, still not removing the thing blocking her damn vision. making her more frustrated.

With one hand on her slim waist he carried her bridal style. Not wanting to fall she hugged his neck as if her life depended on it. Suppressing his laugh he walked near the yacht, impatient to see her reaction.

After putting her on her feet he opened the blind fold and stood behind her. Slowly opening her eyes her orbs burned with the sudden composer to the lights then cleared her vision making her mouth form an O.

He hugged her waist from behind, and whispered near the tender skin of her neck.

"Do you like it?"

Unable to form a sentence she stood there like a log with her glossy eyes. Her bright days with Eden started to consume her. When she had a wish to go on a yacht in the night and admire the beauty of the blanket of shining stars and sparkling ocean in each other's embrace.

But this small wish of hers was also stolen by her tormentor. How unlucky was she? She questioned internally looking up at the starry sky asking her creator for questions Whom she knew had answers.

With a tug he turned her to face him only to catch a tear streaked face of his butterfly. Worry visible on his face.

"You don't like it?" With his palms on her face he asked her trying to wipe the endless tears.

Suddenly, her escape plan broke her trance, causing her eyes to harden up. With a new found determination to fly away from him could be found in them. Tomorrow is the day to execute it. She can't forget it. She has to stay strong for her own good . With that thought a smile formed on her face causing him to breathe in relief.

"May I have a dance with you, Ma lady?" He asked her forwarding his hand in front of her.

After some hesitation and inner battle she put her hand in his. Just then a soothing slow music started to play, and their bodies also started following the rhythm, with his one hand on her waist they molded into each other. This scene could be romantic for someone but she was the only one fighting with the inner turmoil while displaying her calm face on the surface.

Then he brought her near a beautifully decorated round table with chairs on either side. Pulling a chair he made her sit there like a 'gentleman' that he is. Then sat on the chair opposite to her.

After a minute or so a waiter came with a bottle of expensive campaign and started pouring it in their glasses. As she was well aware of her alcohol tolerance she vowed not to drink it but seeing him scanning her each and every action she barely took a sip of it, as she didn't want him to seize her weakness and take advantage of it.

After having their dinner he took her towards the railing, they stood there gazing at the beautiful view with each having different thoughts in mind. Time passed by and then came the time she was dreading.

But to her utter surprise, he didn't do anything with her. After sometime he drove the car back to his farmhouse. After doing their usual routine they laid on the bed and he slept with her in his arms secured around her stout waist.

But this time she didn't stop him as the woman beside him was already zoned in the thoughts of what tomorrow would bring him when she will not be in his line of sight. That her freedom is only this night away.