Chapter 14
The music swirled around them like an intoxicating spell, the dim glow of the chandelier casting flickering shadows across the dance floor, Angela could feel the heat of Mikhail’s body pressing against hers, his strong arm wrapped securely around her waist. She had resisted at first, trying to put distanca between them, but his grip was firm, his dominance unwavering. Every step they took, every slow, deliberate movement only heightened the tencion crackling in the air.
“Relax, Angel,” he murmured near her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “You’re dancing with me, not fighting a war”
Angela clenched her jaw, her hands resting against his chest, as if that could keep him away. But it didn’t. Nothing could.
“I didn’t agree to this,” she muttered, her voice barely audible over the sultry tune.
Mikhail chuckled, his fingers tightening against the small of her back. “You didn’t need to.”
He spun her, and when she landed back in his arms, his lips were dangerously close to hers. Angela’s breathing hitched. She was suffocating under his gaze, though she couldn’t see it. The weight of his attention, the raw, untamed hunger in his presence, made her feel vulnerable in a way she despised.
Then it happened.
Mikhail dipped her, and before she could react, his lips crashed against hers.
Angela froze, her entire body stiffening. The kiss was searing, claiming, overwhelming. He didn’t just kiss–he devoured. His lips molded against hers with urgency, with possession, as if she had belonged to him all along. She struggled, her hands pressing against his chest in resistance, but her body betrayed her. The heat, the dizzying sensation of his mouth moving against hers, sent her mind into chaos.
A muffled sound of protest left her lips, but Mikhail only deepened the kiss, his grip tightening. It was intoxicating, suffocating–too much and not enough all at once. Her heart pounded like a drum against her ribs, her senses drowning in the sheer force of him.
Then, just as suddenly, he pulled away.
His breath was ragged, his forehead pressing against hers. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Angela?” His voice was rough, barely restrained.
Angela’s lips tingled, her breathing uneven. She felt lightheaded, lost, shaken to her core. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, her mind screaming at her to regain control. But she couldn’t. Not when he was so close, when she could still taste him, when her body was betraying her in ways she refused to
acknowledge.
“I-” she started, but words failed her.
Mikhail cupped her face, his thumb grazing over her swollen lips. She could feel his restraint hanging by a thread. He was dangerous like this–on the edge, teetering between control and complete recklessness.
“I should stop,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I should let you go.”
Angela swallowed hard, her pulse hammering against her skin. She didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe.
“But I won’t.”
With that, he pulled away, releasing her completely as if touching her any longer would set him ablaze. Angela stumbled back, her legs shaky, her head spinning. She felt cold without his touch, yet relieved at the same time.
The ride back home was suffocating. Silence filled the car, thick with unspoken words and lingering tension. Angela sat stiffly, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress. She could still feel the ghost of his lips on hers, the heat of his touch burning into her skin.
She hated it.
She hated how easily he unraveled her, how effortlessly he made her forget herself. He was dangerous–not just because of who he was, but because of what he made her feel. And that terrified her more than anything else.
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air.
When they reached the mansion, Angela didn’t wait for him. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, needing distance, needin
Mikhail followed, his gaze heavy on her back. “Angela.”
She stopped but didn’t turn around.
“Running like that would make you fall. Let me help you,” He said walking over to her as the girl shook her head but he didn’t listen to her. Mikhail grabbed her hand and began to escort her inside the mansion. Once they reached the stairs. Angela yanked her hand out of his grasp and stepped back “I’ll go on my own from here. I know the way,” She said searching for the railing to grab it but before she could grab it.
Mikhail stepped closer causing her to gasp feeling his close proximity and in one swift move he leaned down and scooped her up in his strong arms earning a surprised shriek from her.
Angela wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively. Afraid of falling. He grunted feeling her closer as her chest pressed against his. He could feel her hot breathe on his neck as he inhaled sharply. Controlling himself he slowly walked up the stairs with Angela clinging to him. He f*cking loved it. Her small hands holding him so tightly as if her life depends on it but he knew better. She’d never cling to him like this so willingly.
Mikhail walked into her room as he gently placed her on the bed.
The girl quickly tried to get up but he placed his hand on her shoulder. Stopping her.
“Go to bed,” he said, his voice softer than she expected. “Tomorrow is a big day.”
A shiver ran down her spine. She wanted to ask what he meant, wanted to demand answers, but she was too exhausted. Too overwhelmed.
Without another word, she scooted back on the bed, leaving Mikhail standing, watching her disappear into the sheets. She heard him sigh as he left.
But Angela knew this was far from over.
She knew she was falling deeper into his world.
And worst of all… she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop.
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