Chapter 216.
"You told me to stop."
A small pause.
"Not to leave."
That doesn’t help, not even a little as his gaze sharpens and then.....He steps closer again, like he’s no longer trying to hold himself back the same way.
"Do you enjoy this?" he asks quietly.
I meet his eyes.
"Maybe."
That’s it, that’s the last push beecause whatever restraint he had left.....It’s gone and this time....,There’s no one knocking to interrupt it.
He just stands there, staring at the door for a second longer than necessary, like he’s making sure no one else is about to walk in and ruin this moment again. Maybe it’s just my wishful thinking....
He turns slowly,... He turns back to me and yeah.
This is worse, way worse as his eyes find me, and this time he doesn’t look away.
I feel it in my chest before I even react.
"You don’t listen," he says quietly but there’s weight behind it now.
I shift slightly on the desk, forcing myself not to break eye contact.
"You didn’t sound very convincing," I reply.
Wrong thing to say I realize immediately as I say cause see it immediately in the way his jaw tightens, the way something hot flashes through his eyes.
He takes a step forward then another, cclosing the space between us again.
"You think this is a joke?" he asks.
"No," I say, just as quiet. "I just think you’re avoiding me like I said earlier ."
That lands harder this time because now there’s no one else in the room. No distraction or interruption. Just him and me me and everything sitting between us.
His hand comes down on the desk again, closer this time. Right beside my thigh. Not touching.....but close enough that I feel the presence of it.
"Get down," he says again... not louder but firmer. I still don’t move. Instead, I tilt my head slightly, studying him like I’m trying to figure something out.
"Make me."
The words come out soft and casual.
There’s a pause, a real one. Where neither of us breathes properly. Then he moves fast.
One second he’s standing in front of me.....The next, his hand is gripping my arm, firmly and pulling me off the desk. Not rough enough to hurt but not gentle either. I barely have time to react before my feet hit the ground. And suddenly.....He’s right there, so close Again.
His hand doesn’t leave my arm immediately rather his grip tightens just slightly, like he’s reminding me he’s still the one in control here.
"You keep pushing me little spitfire," he says, low and steady and I can feel my heartbeat in my throat now but I don’t back down.
"You keep pretending," I shoot back.
That does it as a omething shifts in his expression. Not anger, not exactly something more dangerous.
His hand slides from my arm to my jaw, gripping lightly....not forcing, just holding me there, making sure I look at him.
"Careful, Elaine I won’t warn you again," he murmurs.
My breath catches but I hold his gaze.
"I’m not scared of you."
That’s a lie but I say it anyway, because I need to, because if I don’t.....I’ll lose whatever ground I’ve gained. For a second.....He just looks at me, like he’s trying to decide whether to believe me or call it out.
Then....a small, humorless huff leaves him.
"Maybe you should be."
The way he says it....It doesn’t sound like a threat, it sounds like a warning.
And that? That hits differently...because for the first time since I walked in here....i realize this isn’t just a game to him. Nor really, there here are lines herr and I’m getting dangerously close to crossing them.
Still..... i don’t step back, i can’t...nt now. So instead, I say the one thing I shouldn’t.
"Then stop me."
And this time....He doesn’t answer, he just looks at me like he’s one decision away from doing exactly that, for a second, I think he will.
I think he’s going to snap, or push me away, or walk out.
Instead....He steps even more closer, much closer than before so close I feel the heat of him before anything else.
Then his hand shifts....still on my jaw.....but lighter now. Not gripping. Guiding and tilting my face just enough and then....He leans in, not to kiss me not yet. His lips stop just by my ear and my breath catches instantly.
"You think you know what you’re doing," he murmurs.
His voice is low. It sends something sharp down my spine before I can stop it.
"You walk in here like this..." he continues, slow, controlled, every word deliberate, "push me, test me... like you’re ready for whatever comes next."
My fingers curl slightly at my sides.
I don’t move...i can’t.
"Be careful what you ask for," he adds quietly.
The words aren’t loud bu they land as heavy as he intended them to..like a warning and a promise.
My heart is racing now....so fast, uneven....and I hate how much of it he can probably feel.
Still.... I tilt my head just slightly, enough that my voice doesn’t shake when I answer.
"Maybe I already know."
There’s a pause.
And for a second.... I think I’ve pushed too far beecause the air changes again. Likw something is about to snap.
His hand stills against my jaw then slowly....he pulls back jst enough to look at me and whatever he sees....it makes something shift behind his eyes.
"You don’t," he says quietly sounding so... sure. Then he lets go of my face and I feel the absence of his touch hits immediately as he steps back, creating space between us again....but this time it feels intentional like he’s drawing a line.
"You don’t get to play with things you don’t understand," he adds.
My chest tightens not really because of the words but because of how calm he sounds again. Like he’s forcing himself back into that version of him I was trying to break.
I swallow, holding his gaze.
"And if I want to?" I ask.
Another mistake, beecause something flickers again but he doesn’t move closer this time and doesn’t take the bait.
Instead, he straightens fully and fixes his sleeves, puttingdistance back between us like he’s rebuilding control piece by piece.
"I know you want me to fuck you El....rhat tight pussy is craving for me isn’t it?," he says. Then continues....
"If you want me to fuck you though, here’s what you’re going to do...you will kneel down infront of me and beg me to fuck you, and I will fuck your face in that position you’re kneeling down in, only when I’m done with you, wil I bend you over and fuck you...right here on this table..."
His words linger in the air even after he steps back.Pressing against my chest in a way I don’t like and ddr a second....just a second..,.I actually consider it. The way he said it, the way he looked at me, the way my body reacted before my brain could catch up.
It’s there....that...that pull and t temptation but then....Something else pushes back harder.
My pride.
I straighten slowly, lifting my chin just a little.
"No," I say, quieter than before, but steady. "I wouldn’t do that."
There’s no hesitation in it now or teasing. Just plain... refusal.
His expression doesn’t change much, but I see it....the slight shift in his eyes, like he wasn’t entirely expecting that.
Good.
I don’t give him time to respond as I step past him closeose enough that our shoulders almost brush, but not quite. I keep my pace even, controlled, like I didn’t just almost lose myself standing right in front of him, like I’m still the one walking away.
I am almost reaching the door, my hand almost on the handle.....and then.....My foot catches enough to throw me off balance.
I stumble forward slightly with a soft gasp, catching myself on the edge of a nearby cabinet before I actually fall.
"Shit...." I mutter under my breath.
For a second, everything pauses. Then I straighten, brushing it off quickly like it didn’t happen. But as I move.... I let my hand go to my ear.
"...wait."
I glance down at the floor.
"My earring."
I crouch slightly, turning just enough like I’m searching for it as My fingers skim the floor, moving things aside lightly, like I’m genuinely looking.
I know he’s watching, I can feel it. That same awareness from before, focused, locked onto me. So I give him a little show i take my time In that bent over position and I Adjust my position like I need a better angle, the fabric of my nightwear moves with me, sliding just enough as I bend, the material lifting slightly at the back.
There’s a pause behind me, a beat of silence.
Then.... A quiet, frustrated curse under his breath But I hear it, vlear as anything and that’s all I need as a small smile tugs at my lips, but I keep it hidden as I "find" the earring, picking it up like it was there all along.
"Got it," I murmur.
I stand up slowly, fixing it back into place, smoothing my hair over it like nothing just happened.
Then I turn Just enough to glance at him over my shoulder like I didn’t just do that on purpose, like I didn’t just push him again.
"Goodnight, Zane."
And then I walk out with a soft sway in my hips that I don’t bother correcting.g