*Chapter 6*
Henrietta's POV
The air shifted. It felt heavier—like gravity had thickened. I turned, my heart hammering, and came face to face with a man who hadn't been there a second ago.
How did he get to me so fast? Had he been hiding around the corners ? It was a pretty open garage and I made sure my eyes scanned everywhere when we were walking.
So unless he was hiding on the roof, I should've seen him.
"Who are you?," I asked, curiosity getting the best of me, taking a step towards him so I'd see him clearly.
His eyes were green, and he was tall. Very tall, six-foot-five? Six-foot-six?I wasn't really sure.
He looked at me, cocking his head lightly to the side.
"I'm Mikail," he replied, smoothly but it echoed all over the garage like it wasn't meant to stay in one place.
Nothing about his demeanor was calm.
He appeared to be clenching his teeth, I couldn't tell if it was the light but his eyes appeared to be changing colours, from bright blue_violet? I couldn't tell_ to yellow then red ?
Someone appeared from behind me. "We need to move, now." He said to Mikail.
Mikail grabbed my wrist, firmly but gently leading me to one of the parked cars and I followed meekly.
He opened the car door and I could only stare in amazement at the luxury I was seeing, the seats were all Louis Vuitton!
I've been scared out of my mind since I got to this hell hole, but something about this man called to me from deep down.
I was so calm, not even a bit scared. I looked up at him and nodded and I felt my lips lifting up in a smile.
I gracefully slid inside the car and he followed right after not releasing my wrist.
Another bodyguard shut the door, and the engine started. Only then did I notice a driver and another man seated in the front seats, the partition slid up before I could get a good look at them.
An animalistic growl beside me caught me attention, I felt my body turn to jelly.
My breathing grew laboured, it's like my senses were tightened. I became more aware of the man beside me for a reason I couldn't explain.
I turned towards him; he was sitting so close_ too close.
"Henry," he growled again, this time he was on me. It wasn't a sound a human could make. It vibrated through the car, through my bones—like it came from someplace beyond flesh. Terrifying yet exciting in a way I couldn't explain.
Omg! I was in a stranger's car, and he was kissing me like his life depended on it.
He kissed me like he wanted to eat me up. He kissed me like it was as important as drawing his next breath and I couldn't help it, my body responded before I could think.
Like my instincts had been rewritten just for him. It scared me—how much I wanted more.
I grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer. He bit my lower lip and I thought I tasted blood but his tongue was there, immediately lapping it up.
He pulled me onto his lap and I moaned in satisfaction, I didn't know I needed to be on him. His hands were everywhere on my body.. My face, my ass, my back, my hair, my neck..
He grabbed my hair, roughly pulling it back, his tongue and teeth coming to play on a spot on my neck I didn't know was that sensitive.
"Yes… please, don't stop." I moaned, grabbing his thighs for anchor, because it felt like I was floating.
I couldn't resist it, I had to touch him. I unbuttoned his shirt, needing my hands on his bare skin. "
His skin was warm. Too warm. Like holding onto sun-heated stone. And yet the contact sent shivers racing up my spine—as if my body couldn't decide if it was drawn to him or warning me.
He let go of my neck after one last lick that almost drove me crazy . He grabbed me gently on the neck, our eyes locked and I could've sworn I saw a ring of red flame circling his irises!
Before I could react, he was kissing me again with more skill and passion and I couldn't help responding again. His other hand was traveling slowly from my ass to my hip, then my stomach, to my breast.
He squeezed, savouring my throaty moan.
His movements became impatient, he pushed me back slightly to get access to my shirt.
He grabbed them with both hand seconds away from ripping the cloth. A knock sounded on the door, momentarily knocking senses back into me.
"We're home, Mikail". A voice called out from outside.
Mikail looked at me, his jaw clenched, he eased me off his lap to the seat without a word. He adjusted his crotch before looking at me finally.
He stepped out of the car, and I followed uncertainly.
"Where are we?". I asked, my voice still shaky from pent-up desire.
"Home".
He said, walking inside the house.
I followed him, a chill running through my body.
Double twin doors flung open when we got to the door, everything about this place was intimidating.
A lady stepped forward as soon as we got inside the house.
"Welcome, Ma'am. I'll be your maid from now on". She bowed, her eyes refused to meet mine. No one would, It felt like they were trained not to.
My eyes darted around in search of Mikail, the only person who made me feel safe, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Master Mikail, retreats before the sun sets. He prefers darknes. Come, I'll show you to your quarters,"
safe here". the maid said. But when I looked around at the towering ceilings, the endless hallways, and Mikail's lingering scent on my skin—I wasn't so sure I believed her.