Chapter 25: Chapter 25
Chapter 25: Part of the Plan
Victor’s P.O.V:
I pulled the covers over Kendra’s sleeping form and sank into the bed next to her.
Kendra looked peaceful when she slept, no signs of the demons that haunt her every waking second of the day. But I know she’s still aware of them, even now. Something keeps holding her back from truly committing to something and I plan to find that out exactly what that is. It’s very difficult to get Kendra to do something she doesn’t want to do and I’d pinned my hopes on the fact that she had felt at least a fraction of what I felt for her, because while we’d been together, it had been the best days of my life and I refuse to believe that I was the only one who’d felt something for Kenna. And the trick had worked. It proved that she still felt something for me.
But I also know that no relationship can last based only on sex. It might have been enough to bring her to me once, but she’s also a very intelligent woman. She’ll catch on to me if I don’t change tactics soon. Which is why I’d challenged her to come to me on her own. Despite the fact that she was heavily intoxicated, she’d come to me, even if it were to prove a point.
This was only the first part of my plan. If I wanted to make Kendra mine forever, I have a long road yet to travel. And the path is going to be filled with thorns and potholes. But I don’t care how difficult it is, I’ll make her mine, for sure.
Kendra’s P.O.V:
I first thing I noticed even before regaining consciousness, was that my head felt like a huge boulder was sitting on top of it. And to make matters even worse, I felt a pounding in my head that I knew was only the beginning of what was to come next.
I lifted my hand up with much difficulty and started to search the bedside table for the Advil and water that I always kept handy. Getting drunk was the best feeling in the world. It made you forget who you are, what you are capable of. The only part that sucked balls was the morning after.
And where the bloody Hell were my Advil’s?
Groaning, I opened one eyes partially, to find that I wasn’t in my house, I was at Grace’s apartment. I had just opened my mouth to holler for Grace when the sudden realization that she no longer lived here, hit me right into wakefulness.
Scrambling, I sat up in bed to find the room shrouded in darkness. The curtains were drawn on all the windows with only a faint hint of light entering the room, enough to tell me that I was in Victor’s bed, still in the dress that I’d worn to the bar last night and the only things missing were my heels. Tory, I’d noticed, was a big fan of curtains. Thankfully, there was no sign of him in the room.
I took the covers off of me and slowly placed my feet on the cold marbled floor. I found my shoes at the foot of the bed and immediately picked them up in my hand and tried to make a dash for the door. Code word, ‘tried’. Because no sooner had I taken two steps out the door, my road was blocked by a half-naked Victor who was wearing only a towel around his waist.
The shoes dropped from my hand onto the floor and the thub seemed to echo all around the room like a drumbeat. My eyes instinctively went to his chest to trace the lines made by the tiny droplets that fell from his hair and I wanted nothing more that to lick each and every little track that ended at his towel. His skin was a light honey-gold that spoke of long hours in the sun without a shirt and his chest was dotted with fine dark hair that were plastered to his damp skin. A trail of dark hair ran from just below his navel and disappeared into the towel, giving a sneak peek of what was to come. I swallowed; my throat suddenly felt too dry.
“Do it!” It was a harsh whisper, loud enough for me to hear but low enough that it didn’t break the spell. “You know you want to.”
I snapped my eyes to his face; the tightness in his jaw told me that he was holding back just to see how I would react to him. My eyes shifted to his hair. It looked almost black in the muted light that came in through the curtains. A couple of drops that were clinging onto the dark strands lost their struggle against gravity and fell to his chest, from where they worked their way down his body.
Without noticing, I had moved my hand forward and was tracing the tiny streak on his chest that was advancing towards his nipple. I circled the dark, hard nub with my index finger, making sure to use my nail in the mix. Victor’s body shuddered under my touch and it gave me immense satisfaction to know that I had been the one to give him that pleasure.
“See,” I whispered, my voice sounding hoarse from sleep. “I still have you under my spell, Tory.” I stepped back then, dropping my hands to my side. “So quit playing games you have no control over.”
It took me teeth gritting determination to remove my hands from his body, to resist the temptation that Victor Summers. But I had to do it. I had to stop him in his childish endeavors that were far from actually being childish. Victor was the only man who had ever gotten under my skin without even trying, but I couldn’t let him get any further; couldn’t let him see who I really am.
But instead of taking insult, Victor just smirked and covered the distance between us in two short steps. I gasped when my back hit the wall and Victor took that opportunity to place his hands on either side of me, caging me in.
“No game is one sided, Kendra,” his breath whispered against my face. “You had yours, now it’s mine.”
With that, he pulled back slightly and removed one hand from my side to untie his towel...and drop it on the floor.
Oh my!