Dark Kiss (The Two sides of me Book 1) (19 page)

Chapter 28

“Rolling in the Deep” by Adel

“A Case of You” by James Wolpert

Upon returning home I find a gown hanging from the canopy, between the gauze that drapes the bed in my room. Evan has informed me that our dinner tonight is going to be formal attire, which I feel is funny since we’re staying home, but hey at least my bracelet will be appropriate. I have no idea how much it cost. Frankly I’m afraid to wear it in public for fear of it being torn off of my arm, so dressing up and staying in is cool with me. Looking down at his gift, I still can’t get over how stunning it is as the light catches the diamonds and I sigh heavily; he sure is something. That little niggle of doubt tugs at my happiness like a child pulling at the hem of her mother’s dress trying to get her attention, and I’m reminded that this could be over any second. The threat of Evan the Beast’s return constantly looms in my mind. Right next to it is that piece of me that doesn’t believe I deserve any of this, the gifts, the sex, the overwhelming feelings of being loved, being cherished…. none of it. I finger the gown lightly. It’s a stunning silver, with shimmery sparkles and a smattering of tiny crystals along vertical lines that run the length of the dress. I’m surprised it’s not some shade of purple. It’s sleeveless with a form-fitting bodice that then flows to the floor. Alternating pleating panels of sheer silver and sparkle gather together at the waist, making it difficult to see the two different materials, they mesh and flow together. I can’t wait to put it on, and I’m praying someone has removed the price tag because I’m still seriously having issues with all of this extravagance. It’s a rare occurrence that Evan has allowed me out of his sight to get ready for dinner. I take advantage and fill the tub in my bathroom, and after emerging smelling of jasmine, compliments of an amazing body wash he keeps stocked near the tub, I tap my iPad to life for some music.

Turn the Night Up by Enrique Iglesias pumps a beat I can dance to while I dry my hair and apply my makeup. Shaking my hips and making silly faces in the mirror while I work relieves some of the stress I’ve had building up over the past weeks; it feels so good to just mess around with no intensity, no worries, and no tension. That’s why I love music so much, it’s an escape, a time I can let it all go and just relax.

I move from the ensuite to my room and notice two boxes on the bed that weren’t there before, a shoebox and another larger, flat glossy black box. Rolling my eyes, I open the shoebox first, duh, I adore shoes. Inside is a pair of 4-inch silver heels with crystals covering the entire shoe, and straps that surround the ankle; they’re exquisite, as is everything Evan gives me. I can hardly wait to put them on, but first I move to the black box to investigate; inside this one, nestled inside layers of tissue, is a set of extremely sheer panties and a matching bra, complete with garter and almost invisible stockings. Oh Evan…he knows what he likes. I drop my silk robe and slip into the undergarments, and my new bracelet. The dress can wait; I can hardly wait to put the shoes on. Standing in front of the freestanding antique mirror, I stare at a stranger.

I look delicate, beautiful, and sexy, a far cry from the scrubs and tennis shoes that I usually live in. I’ve never looked this elegant before, or felt this beautiful; it’s different- good, but different. I’ve left my hair loose, pulling only a few pieces from the front to gather loosely at the back of my neck, and tendrils hang softly down my shoulders, the remaining hair tumbling past my butt in soft waves. A click startles me and I jump, seeing Evan standing in the door, just opening it a crack at first but after seeing me standing there dressed in only heels, stockings, panties and bra he sucks in a hissing breath and staggers back a step leaning on his crutches, opening the door wider. He’s dressed for dinner, the picture of perfection in a custom tailored tuxedo that fits him like he’s a male model. Our eyes lock for a long pause, mine surprised, his full of lust, and he never says a word, just steps back out and closes the door quietly. I’m not sure what to think of that, he obviously enjoyed the sight of me but didn’t take advantage of the situation, and he very easily could have, I wish he would have. My heart is racing, heat building between my thighs after only a few seconds of his eyes penetrating me, that’s all it takes from that man, just a look and I’m ready, mind and body. I take a deep breath and finish dressing. Stepping into the dress I feel like a queen, the chiffon flowing softly against my legs is heaven and I notice an unexpected slit that extends all the way up to my thigh. One last mirror check and I’m ready, no need for any jewelry other than my cuff, anything else would be left in the shadow of its beauty, it’s just
that
stunning.

When I open my bedroom door, the smell of food looms in the air and my stomach growls. I haven’t eaten much of anything all day, and it’s unusual for Evan to let this happen, he’s very punctual about meals. Maybe he has something special planned for our dinner tonight and wanted me hungry, and I am, in more ways than one. I simply cannot get enough of Mr. Evan Nathaniel Lawson.

The dining room has been transformed from every day ordinary to dreamy and romantic. Soft lighting and candles, the long table covered with a deep purple cloth, flowers in low cut glass vases in a line down the center and a setting on opposite ends, which I find odd. I’m not interested in sitting so far from him, how will we even talk? Music plays softly in the background, piano and violin, I recognize the song, Rolling In The Deep by Adel but without the lyrics, soothing and beautiful. Evan enters behind me, stopping with his front pressed to my back, sweeping my hair over off of one shoulder and onto the other he whispers in my ear, “You are stunning, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you standing right here in front of me, right now. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through dinner without ravishing you.”

A shiver runs down my spine as his warm breath hits my neck with his words. I turn to face him, looking at his mouth and then into his eyes. I place one hand on his smooth, freshly shaven cheek and he closes his eyes and tilts his head into it, breathing me in and releasing the deep breath before opening his eyes again. Turning his face further he kisses the palm of my hand. My appreciation and love for him communicated through only that touch. A waiter I’m not familiar with enters the room, breaking the spell and we reluctantly move to our seats as he pours wine with the flair only a professional server can.

“You look very handsome Mr. Lawson,” I say from my much-too-far-away seat at the dining table.

“Thank you.” Wow, a rare thank you, but what else can he say when given a compliment?

“Why are we so far from each other, I like being close to you,” I complain.

“Mmm as I do you Mia. I am an extremely disciplined man, but even I know my limits, there’s no making it through dinner in private with you in that dress, and especially knowing what’s underneath it,” he says, while arranging himself in the chair and setting his crutches aside. He looks down the table at me, hands steepled in front of him, elbows on the table with his signature smirk and wink. He’s a smart man indeed. I already need a change of panties and we’ve just sat down. I restrain myself, I am dying inside wanting to be closer to him, but something makes me stay put. It’s a challenge to stay poised, a game maybe, and I really hate to lose. We both take a drink of wine, I’ve never been a big wine drinker but clearly I had no idea how to choose one because this is delicious, I could down the entire glass in one drink, but I don’t. Dinner is served in courses, we chat lightly while we eat, and I drink more wine than I should before I remember I need to talk to him about going back to work at the hospital. I hate to ruin the mood but it’s actually to my advantage to do it now when we are so far apart.

“Evan, I have something I want to talk to you about,” I start hesitantly.

“No good conversation starts with those words Mia,” he says with a sigh.

“No, it’s not anything terrible, I just…I just want to go back to work at the hospital.”

There, I said it, no sugar coating. His face goes cold and actually a bit ashen, no frown, it’s quite expressionless actually, and I begin to worry if this wasn’t a good idea.

“You’re not happy here?”  he says, hurt in his voice.

“No it’s not that at all, how could anyone not be happy here? I love being with you. I just don’t feel like I’m really earning my salary, I’m not doing anything for you that you can’t do for yourself. I’d rather just be your girlfriend than your nurse. I feel a little whorish accepting money while we are sleeping together and having a relationship.” Thank god for being buzzed from the wine, I’d never have been able to admit all that sober. Silence surrounds us like a heavy blanket as he sets his wine glass down and leans back in his chair surveying me carefully, crossing his arms across his chest. He’s thinking, scheming.

“You go back to work at the hospital but move in here with me permanently, let me sell your apartment,” he says. It’s a command, an order, twisted to sound like a compromise of sorts, but with not much actual choice given to me. I can’t deny it’s what I want though, to be with him in a permanent way and the fulfillment my career brings me by going back to work at the hospital. My family and friends are gonna freak, but for him I’ll suffer their wrath, let em bring it.

“Okay,” I breathe, after a few seconds. I’m unsure if he has actually heard me, we’re so far from each other, but his entire body relaxes and it’s only then that I realize how tightly he was wound waiting for my answer. He drops his head forward, shoulders slumped and I’m overwhelmed with the need to connect with him, touch him, the physical urge to have his bare skin under my hands. I’m filled with newfound confidence, as I push my chair back and stand, his head snaps up and he eyes me as I step onto my chair carefully and then on to the table, pausing momentarily. His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open, a first for sure. I walk the length of the table, sweeping flowers, vases, dishes anything in my path onto the floor and move gracefully around the chandelier that hangs above the table arriving at the opposite end I tower in front of him. Evan sits back in his chair in awe, looking me directly in the eyes and then roaming down my body with reverence before returning back to my mouth where he focuses all of his attention. His tongue slides out onto his lips and back and he takes his bottom lip with it between his teeth.

I lower myself in front of him, pulling up my dress to bare my open legs to him as he snakes his arms around my hips to my ass and pulls me from the table into his lap so I’m straddling him, my dress hitched around my waist as he leans close to my ear, “You’re the sexiest fucking thing, I can’t believe you’re mine, for my eyes only. Mine, here with me always.” I roll my hips into his rock hard erection and a deep guttural groan escapes him. “Fuck Mia, what you do to me.” I feel the zipper of my dress sliding down my back while he uses his other hand to burn a trail down my newly exposed skin as I begin to pant. I hear a whimper that I assume is my own. I’m in a different place now, gone, in a fantasy world with the most beautiful man underneath me, touching me, and sinking in quick sand with the weight of his passion. I could die right here in this moment and not care, my life would end in utter bliss. My gorgeous new dress is lifted over my head and abandoned on the floor, suddenly leaving me nearly naked in lingerie and obscenely high heels. My hair is so long it would shield me from anyone entering the dining room from the door behind me if I cared. I’m not in any way concerned at this moment about anything, anybody, anywhere other than Evan. The entire kitchen and wait staff could be our audience; I’m so far removed from reality I wouldn’t notice. Evan’s hands smooth over my skin from my knees to the inside of my thighs, close to my core and hovering slightly, teasing before traveling up my belly and resting on my breasts as he circles his thumbs over them simultaneously and I drop my head back with a moan as his hands glide behind me removing my barely there bra. I grip his broad, chiseled shoulders as he takes turns sucking and gently scraping my nipples, one then the other with his mouth and teeth, my body bowing into him while he forges a path of slow, loving kisses to the hollow in my neck and finally ending at my mouth where he becomes more demanding and urgent, plunging his tongue into my mouth and taking what he needs while I give him all of me. He slides his hands behind me, grabbing my ass to pull me closer and gliding under as he moves the sheer material of the panties he gifted me and drags his fingers through my hot, wet folds, spreading the slickness to my ass he hovers there. “You’re so wet for me Mia, you’re soaked, I fucking love it.”  I feel panicky, there are too many clothes separating us, I need him naked, now!

I pull at his tie and fumble with the buttons of his shirt and when I can’t endure the tediousness of the task any longer, I pull at his shirt and hear the buttons pop but I don’t care, I can finally feel him, skin against skin. Breathlessly, I pull away just long enough to get him out of his jacket and shirt before burying myself in his neck, kissing along the back of his ear, circling my hips against his and threading my fingers through his soft hair. Rubbing my breasts against his soft chest hair I reach down, stroking his cock through his tuxedo pants, unbuckling his belt and sliding my hand inside to stroke him. “You’re wet for me too,” I say between kisses, sliding my finger over the slit of his cock. Who am I?  This person is
so
not me, if I were watching myself, I’d never believe the woman writhing against Evan, grabbing, and panting with want could be me. I’ve become insatiable, I will never ever get enough of this man and thank God it seems the feeling is mutual.

Big hands surround my hips and move me back to stand before him, and he manages to rake over my body from head to toe with his eyes before sliding my panties down, I step out of them, leaving the stockings and heels. I begin to move to take my former position, but he stops me with his hand between my breasts and feathers his other hand over my face gently, closing my eyes with two fingers as he goes. Continuing down my body, both hands now clutch my hips, circling behind to cup my ass as he lays his cheek against my belly and I can feel his brow furrow; he closes his eyes tight, his lips against my skin as he speaks, “I know this is moving very fast but I have always known what I want in my life and want you. I’ll worship you until the day I die Mia, you have complete control over me, my heart beats simply for you. I’ll give you anything, follow you anywhere, take you everywhere, just promise to stay with me, never leave, be mine as I am yours Mia. I love you, I’ve loved you since the first time I heard your voice lying in that hospital bed.”