The Code of Intimacy

Chapter 5

SANDRO’S POV

I walked away from her door keeping an impassive face. There was something about that woman, that mysterious woman that demanded my being to call her Cherry whenever I’ve wanted to call her Apple. My f*****g Apple. She fitted the endearment I gave her because she was the very sinful desire I have personified yet she gave the vibe that she was off limits.

She represents every bad things and every sin I am willing to commit just to have her.

And the thought itself made me want her even more.

What can I do?

People always want the thing they cannot have and that’s what makes life more exciting.

I continued walking down the hall until I reached the basemen t where Morris and four of our most trusted men were talking about the next operation we are going to have. They stopped dead on their track of arguments when they heard the door banged against the metal wall throwing three sets of confused stares and another set of eyes, a quite challenging yet amused look on my direction.

I knew they were following my movements with their steady eyeballs but I chose to ignore them and quietly sat my ass down on the chair in front of them. Reaching for the bottle of whiskey and the shot glass lying comfortably on the table, I downed a shot not minding taste or whatever effects it has on the human body.

“What?”, I asked them when they continued their venture of stupid observation like I was a new specie they discovered, lacing my voice a mixture of calmness and more of annoyance.

It took several seconds before Morris finally answered my question.

“So, how’s the girl? Settled in?”

Girl? Really?

“Girl?”, I asked not wanting the course of his point.

“She looks young but her intelligence and maturity seems off of her age chart”, he then threw his gaze on the computer screen where he was doing God knows f*****g what for I don’t have the interest. And it irritated me when he said that Apple was young because I know how he directly pointed to me that I was too f*****g old for the “girl”.

“I was only 34”, I poured another shot of whiskey.

I heard chuckles but it turned into coughs when I hurled a glare to the two idiots and the other one was lost in his own world.

“And you’re point is?”, Morris pushed the subject.

“That I f*****g want her”. Silence.

Complete silence ate every word and movement around me. There were only a few moments that you could catch these men off guard and this was the rare moment. Why hide my intention for that woman when I had no intention of keeping my actions vague for anyone to understand? I want everyone in here to know that I want her. It was not on my list of characteristics to deny myself of what I wanted.

“Sandro…”, his voice was dripping with warning.

“I want her”, I repeated with finality in my tone as I put down my glass, it’s sound echoing around and ringing on the air.

“You know—“

“And I will have her”, I cut him off striding across the room before he could even give me another set of stupid lecture about what should and should not touch. I already knew and could imagine what he was going to start me with. The woman had this stupid fear of something. It almost seemed like she was afraid of being touched which we noticed when she had that horrified face when I accidentally brushed my skin against hers.

She was brave but there was this underlying tremble and quake of dread from somewhere beneath and on the surface of her soft white skin.

Fuck.

Her skin was the warmth and softness that could make me f*****g want to run my hands and tongue along them. I wanted to feel those edges, turns and curves that had me going crazy with the craving to memorize them and discover more.

I want a taste. I want to know her flavour.

To devour her completely until she forgets her horror of anything.

Lick. Suck. Bite. Nibble. Her.

And along my vivid image of having her in me, I stopped myself from saying anything aloud when I saw her standing, her back facing me so probably she didn’t noticed me yet, eye f*****g her curves which I couldn’t resist since she was there with her shirt covering her and reached her thighs and had me thinking if she was indeed wearing a cute little short underneath because if she hadn’t, I would like to touch her right there.

Leaning against the frame of the doorway, I watched her slowly drink some cold water from a stupid glass I wished would perish right at the moment. It had the f*****g chance to kiss those sexy lips while all I could do is stare. So f*****g unfair.

She was sipping and the almost the water for it had the privilege to be inside her and be a part of her while I just curse at life. My body itched to be near her so without making any noise to disturb her, I stepped and brought myself right behind her until I could practically feel her body heat. It felt so good, as good as making me a sinner and never regret.

“What are you doing here, Apple?”, I whispered, aware of the huskiness of my own voice. She jumped away from me if only that could be possible for she was probably trapped between the counter and my body. The glass slipped from her hand but I caught saving it from breaking into pieces. I frowned thinking that I should just let it fall because of my earlier dilemma but then it could hurt my woman.

I mentally laughed and praised myself from claiming her without any hesitation. But my inside fun was directly cut off when I felt her stiffened and shook against mine. I wished it was because she was as thrilled to be against me as I was but knew better. I knew it was not from pleasure but from alarm and fright of the sudden proximity and touch.

I love it when people shudder from fear when they see me but I hated it at the moment. But instead of moving away to ease her painful shivers, I tested her by moving closer, sliding my foul mouth on the side of her ear to whisper again.

“Relax, Apple. It’s just me”, my hands gripped the counter to close her in.

You will go nowhere, love.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?”, I chuckled at her tone. She’s scared but trying to show she was not. So f*****g cute.

“You tell me. What am I doing?”, I restrained myself from biting her ear or even stroking my tongue inside her earlobe.

“M-Move away, please. You’re too close”

“Now, now. I don’t like it when people give me orders or demands no matter if they are talking politely or not. I was born to give orders not follow them”

The side of her face was so tempting. Her lips quiver and I could hear her swallowing deep breaths to ease herself of the fear she was feeling from the contact she was having from me. f**k. I’ve never met someone who panics from my touch except my enemies, but women, they love it. This was certainly the first and I didn’t know what I would feel about it. This excites me and infuriates me the same.

“I-I c-c-can’t breathe…”, I almost missed her voice because it was too quite but the alarm arising from it was enough for me to feel something I’ve never felt outside my so-called family. Worry. It took everything in me not to move away. I know her horror. I’ve seen it before and the mystery of it was that knowing and confirming it were not enough to make me move away and leave her alone.

I slowly lifted my hands and caressed her hair lightly and softly like a whisper which surprised even me. I almost laughed at myself for it seemed like I’ve gone f*****g soft.

“Breathe. Deep breaths. Breathe for me, baby”, I closed my eyes and buried my nose into her silky hair. Fruit flavour. So sweet and it made my mouth watered. Gritting my teeth together, I forced myself to focus onto calming her senses.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, Apple. You should know that. You have nothing to be afraid of when you’re with me. You need to be acquainted with me touching you, please. I need it”, I drawled slowly. What I was saying was foreign to my own ears but I found no regrets saying them. If I want to have her, I have to tame her. Especially her fears. I needed to get close and closer and closer. Now.

She was heaving those deep breaths and when I opened my eyes to look at her once again, hers were tightly shut but I could see that she was regaining control of her body and breathing. And her lips were moving rapidly mouthing things that I didn’t get what. I guess that was her mantra for situations like this and somehow it pissed me off.

My brows rose.

“Why? If you give a good reason maybe I’ll move away from you, yes?”

“I… I hate you”, she almost ate every single word and I didn’t know why but I liked how she lied through her teeth. She didn’t even notice me creeping my left hand up slowly to lightly hold her waist and given that when I did, her body ceased shaking. She started relaxing and I could almost kiss her skin which was getting harder every passing second when her scent swiftly invading my senses.

Yeah yeah. She hate me, my ass.

“Baby, you’re body says otherwise”