Chapter 5 05

Amy Anderson Singh

"Do you know who I am?" he asked, continuing to walk slowly toward me, his eyes locked onto mine.

At that moment, I felt my heart almost leap into panic, as if I were being hunted by a predator.

My eyes froze, staring into his intense gaze.

"What?" I asked, confused, and before I could get up from the massive bed, he climbed on top of me, pinning me down with his warm, heavy body.

His hands gripped mine tightly as his face drew closer to mine.

"You heard me. I asked if you know who I am," Michael said seriously, his face so close that I could smell his cologne, and I froze.

My voice was caught in my throat, and for a second, I forgot the situation I was in.

Then he reached out and brushed aside a strand of hair that had come loose from my bun, the strands covering part of my face, and Michael moved them away, catching my attention.

"Don't lie to me. Your mother is almost dead in the hospital right now, and I'm the only one who can save him..." A short smile appeared on his full lips.

I swallowed hard, and he continued.

"So answer me, do you know who I am?" He brought his face even closer to mine, and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as my heart pounded harder in my chest. Then, I let the words out.

"No... I've never heard of you." I opened my eyes and saw that he still had the same expression.

Michael stared at me as if he didn't believe my words, and as he examined me closely, looking me up and down, I did the same to him.

My eyes began to move as I observed him more closely.

It was the first time I had seen him this close, and from that angle, he almost seemed like a different person.

His face was well-defined, and I noticed that when he twisted his lips or gave a half-smile, a dimple appeared in his left cheek, which made him even more attractive.

His dark, slightly slanted eyes were beautiful and deep like the night, and his body? He looked like a fighter-so strong.

His shoulders were broad, and the clothes he wore showed off his muscular arms a bit.

For a moment, I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. But I quickly reminded myself that this man was dangerous-a mobster-and I had to remember that. I couldn't keep staring at him like that... I shook my head slightly.

I blinked a few times, tearing my eyes away from his body.

But before I knew it, our foreheads were almost touching, just inches away from a kiss.

What am I doing? I wondered, looking down, and he stopped me, grabbing my chin and keeping my face toward his.

My eyes widened, and I felt my face heat up. I knew that, at that moment, my cheeks must have been flushed with embarrassment.

"Now... tell me," he said, releasing my face and sliding his hand down my neck, lowering it to the strap of my dress, and pulling it off. "How far are you willing to go? To help your father... your family?" He whispered close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Damn... what is he... going to do? I thought.

His warm breath brushed over my skin, and before I could respond, before I could even think of what to say, I felt his lips on my neck, kissing me slowly. His mouth was warm and very soft, and I felt my heart race faster at that moment.

A shiver ran through my body, catching me by surprise, and I let out a low moan from my lips.

I focused and tried to answer him.

"I... I'll do anything," I whispered, and he looked back at me.

For a moment, I thought he was just testing me, but I was wrong. I knew it for sure when I felt something hard and large pressing against my legs as he leaned his body onto mine.

I froze, unsure if I should let this happen or not.

"Then, spread your legs," he growled, and I froze. The way he looked at me left me confused.

I couldn't tell if it was excitement or anger, and from his tone, I wasn't sure he knew either.

Just as I was about to obey him, a loud knock on the door startled Michael, or rather, snapped him back to reality.

His eyes widened for a moment, and he took a deep breath, looking confused by his own actions, as if he had been acting without thinking.

He practically jumped off the bed, growling in frustration with himself, as if he were possessed.

Michael threw some decorations from the dresser onto the floor, growling in anger.

I just watched the items fall to the floor, then looked back at his eyes, which were filled with rage.

"Don't leave this room! Got it?" He looked at me for a moment, his eyes landing on my face, then down to my mouth, and then to my dress.

My legs were exposed, which made him bite his lip slightly, but then he quickly looked away and frowned.

Michael ran his hand through his hair, which fell over his eyes, forcefully pushing it back.

I just nodded, looking at him.

Then, he turned his back and quickly walked to the door.

That was the only thing he said before slamming the door behind him, leaving me dazed, lying on the bed with my face still hot...

I really... wanted that man... I'm still... aroused. I thought, running my hand over my face, closing my eyes slowly, feeling my heart still racing.