Chapter 4 III - Sophie

I couldn't believe he was kissing me, one second I was yelling at him and the next everything went dark and he grabbed me.

His mouth devoured mine and every turn our tongues gave him seemed even hungrier. I climbed my fingers on his back, squeezing him against me and feeling the heat coming from his body, even with all that clothing.

He held my neck, tipping my head and deepening our kiss as the other hand went down to my ass. My dress left each of my curves marked and I remembered what he said about my clothes earlier, a spark burned in my chest with the thought that he was already looking at my body with lust.

A groan escaped from my throat when he sucked my tongue and I deflected my lips for air, my heart was racing, my blood was boiling with a desire I had never felt before. His mouth stuck to my neck and I groaned as he kissed my skin, rising up to my earlobe.

"Damn girl!" he spoke with a harsh voice and his breath hit me. " If we don't stop now I'll throw you at that table."

I remembered the place where we were, at any moment someone could appear and pick us up like that, worse would be if he put me on the table and did what his voice promised.

It was the first time I lost track of everything around me and held his neck back to kiss his mouth, I felt drunk with the feeling of our tongues touching, a need increased inside me every second.

He squeezed my ass and I held his wrist that was on my neck, but the lights turned on and as if it was a trigger he walked away from me quickly.

"Is everything okay?" was all I could ask trying to catch my breath and saw him running from me.

I blinked several times trying to understand what had just happened, looked for anything that could give me an answer, then I saw the black mask he wore forgotten on the table.

Then I understood, Patrick turned off the lights so he could take off the mask and kiss me, but ran as soon as something made them light up. He didn't want me to see his face!

I got our dishes starting to remove the table leading to the kitchen, if he did not want to talk to me about it, I could only try with Holly.

"What happened? I thought you were getting along when I didn't hear any more conversations."

"He kissed me." I said aloud still stunned by everything that kiss made me feel.

"That's good, isn't it?"

"It's great, but then the lights came on and he ran away."

Her smile died and she dropped her shoulders, showing what I feared.

"Oh girl, you're gonna need a lot of patience. Patrick doesn't like others seeing his face after the accident, it took him a while to stop wearing the mask near me and John, but with outsiders he stays that way."

"I suspected that, I do not know why he would run like this, we are married and I will end up seeing some time. What could he possibly want to hide?"

"He was only insecure after all, it was very difficult for him everything that happened, but soon he will see that he will open up."

I took a deep breath remembering the kiss, I knew he felt as much desire as I did, I felt his erection and I can be a virgin, but I've read several romance books with hot scenes and I know what that was. All the signs were there, even he turned off the lights just so he could kiss me.

Holly was right I just needed to have patience and as promised I would not give up so easy.

I went back to my room and it did not take long to sleep, my thoughts all loaded with the sensations of our kiss.

When I left the room in the morning there was no sign of him, I crossed the house and headed towards the kitchen, but stopped when I saw Patrick in the dining room.

"Good morning husband." I entered the room feeling optimistic, the mask covered his face and was day, would not be able to kiss him as last night, but did not stop me from kissing his cheek covered.

"What do you think you're doing? You think this is some kind of joke?" he shouted angrily and I stopped before I sat down.

"I'm just saying good morning, what's the matter with that? We're married, you kissed me yesterday."

The air was full of sexual energy as we faced each other and I was ready to fight, I could have patience and keep trying, but if I learned one thing from living with my uncle, it was that if I lowered my head things would always get much worse.

"Yes, I kissed and I see it was a mistake!"

I stared at him knowing he was trying to attack me just because I caught him off guard, but I wasn't going to budge.

"A mistake you're dying to repeat." I sat with my chin up and began to serve myself. " I don't know how you thought we'd make any babies if you keep running from kissing."

He stood up and captured my chin, squeezing and forcing me to face him. But I smiled, even though my heart was racing with fear that he would beat me, I smiled pretending not to be affected.

"Don't fuck with me, girl!"

"Or what? Will you hit me? Give me back to my uncles? Cancel the money? Believe me, there's nothing you can do to hurt me."

I saw Patrick bite his jaw, seeming to control himself, so he took his hand off my face and sat down again.

"You don't know me..."

"Neither do you know me!" I exclaimed shutting his mouth and swallowing the cry that threatened to escape me. " If you didn't want a wife you should have made a different deal, but you asked for a wife and I'll act like one." I stared into his eyes that were almost hidden in the mask. "Even if you don't do the same."

I looked at the plate in front of me, feeling that all my appetite was gone, not even all the fruits and cakes made me want to eat, so I pushed the chair and left.

My chest was tight and when I reached the corridor, away from his eyes so that my chin shook and I surrendered to crying. I don't know if it was all the emotions of the last three days, or the fear that he was going to hit me and that he might be as horrible as my uncle, but everything hit me like an avalanche.

I was a nuisance in my uncle's hands and I was changed without even thinking twice, and now I could only imagine that I had been given to someone as bad as him.

No matter what Holly said, or Patrick's parents, actions were worth more than words and he was showing who he was.

I walked around the huge house until I came across an open door and just a peek to see the shelves, I quickly came across bookshelves and more shelves, two floors full of books.

At least that would make me like that place, a refuge in the middle of the whole storm. I took a book and sat in the armchair near the windows, it was like I forgot the problems since I was little and that's what I did now.

I don't know how long I stood there until the door opened and Patrick showed up.

"Lunch is served." he said seriously, but instead of leaving he stood there staring at me, waiting for me to get up. " Come on, cut the crap and come eat."

"Or what? Will you mind if I starve? I doubt very much."

Sweet talk may have served, but I had already seen that he showed more humanity when I provoked him. I turned my eyes to the book and the footsteps echoed across the wooden floor.

"Get up, Sophie, or I'll throw you over my shoulder!"

"Maybe I expect you to do this, being carried by the husband is the dream of any woman isn't it?"

Maybe I was going too far, but I wasn't going back now.

Two big hands grabbed me by the arm and lifted me quickly and then he pushed my body up against the shelf. His face approached mine and wanted very much to tear off his mask, but his eyes found mine and his hands held my waist firmly.