Threat At The Hotel 2

His eyes involuntarily shot open when he felt a cold thin something, placed carefully on his throat.

"Shush…!" She learned over him with a finger on her lip, insinuating that he'd be quiet.

He froze, blood immediately drained from his body and he went on full alert mode.

She smiled and gradually withdrew her finger.

He dared not to move.

"What do you want?" He summoned the courage to ask. At least, if he were going to die, he needed to know why.

"Oh! That hurts." She pretentiously grimaced, without taking the knife off his throat.

She was already fully dressed up. The exaggerated V-neck of her gown gave him access to see a good amount of her cleavage, the fact that he spent the last hour devouring her was still not enough to quench his exuberant lustful thirst.

For a moment, he got distracted, as his eyes traveled from her cold face to those round succulent mounts of hers. He quickly brought himself back to reality when he remembered that she had a knife held to his throat.

She noticed his eyes liottering recklessly. A thin glee line formed by the side of her lip.

"I expected you to recognize me," she clicked her tongue, "but instead, you admire me." She smiled devilishly. "I mean, I do not blame you, after all I'm stunningly pretty." She smiled and shook her head in pity.

He just stared at her, partly scared for his life, partly wanting to know her intentions, but mostly wanting to pin her back under him, but this time, with a knife to her throat too.

"Forgive my manners, I am already probably too old to recognize you." He cheeked.

Despite him being nervous like hell, he swallowed hard and tried to keep his composure.

"Oh, hush now, you're gonna make me pee in this expensive lingerie." She accompanied her words with a dry chuckle.

"What can I say…." He looked at her in the eyes and smiled. This time, his smile was not a pretext but it was genuine.

Her face dropped for a second as she saw his countenance change, exhibiting dominance, as if a bright light lit above him. At that moment, she knew she must have blundered… but how?

Well, she did not have the time to ponder any further, because in a split second, he flipped her over and had her back flat on the bed.

He pinned her hands together above her head and held her steady.

She tried to wiggle out of his grip, but her strength was no match against his.

During the position switch, he did not bother getting hold of the knife. Instead, he let it slip and drop on the tiled floor of the hotel suit.

"I did not see that coming." She relaxed and gave him a charming ear to ear smile.

With their positions now switched, he looked down at her and returned her smile, but in a more diabolical way.

"Too much for a badass chick huh?" He mocked.

"Hmm." She breathed in, locked eyes with him and effortlessly raised her movable knee to his crotch.

"Shit!" He groaned in pain as his body involuntarily rolled over her and over the bed to drop on the floor like a bag of rotten pears.

The pain was probably more because he was still stark naked.

He held his manhood, trying to shield it, just in case she launched another attack.

She got down from the bed, after straightening her short elastic gown, she got down on one knee beside him. She carefully picked the knife up, but she did not place it on his neck or any part of his body, instead, she tapped the flat sides delicately on her palm.

Despite him being in pain, he still managed to raise his eyes to hers.

"Just who the hell are you?" He asked in wonder, with his voice hoarse and coated with pain.

She smiled bitterly this time. "Mila," she said softly, in almost what sounded like a whisper, "does it ring a bell?" She asked.

"Mila Rivers." He asked with a little frown on his temple.

"Ah hah!" The yellow dim lights in the room reflected on her face, clear enough for him to gradually make out her face.

Realization dawned on him. "You are alive?" He forced himself to sit up. "Unbelievable!" He was genuinely surprised and maybe happy too.

She did not stop him.

She just remained squatted beside him, gauging as different emotions fluctuated on his face.

"You… I'm__ what? Wait, why do you want to kill me?" He furrowed his brows, remembering the situation they were both in.

"If I wanted you dead, you would have already been." She said coldly.

"Hhuh!" He scratched the back of his head and nodded in acknowledgment.

He knew that if she wanted him dead, she had enough time to even severe his head if she wanted to.

"You are weaker and dumber than I thought." Disappointment was evident in her voice.

"What were you expecting me to do, fight a woman?" He asked.

"Keep your eyes open." She said plainly.

"Wait, are you here to audition as my bodyguard, or dramatically introduce yourself?"

Anger once again flashed across her face.

He sat upright this time. He adjusted his position so that he was sitting comfortably. He stared at her in silence and confusion.

Their faces were just a few inches away from each other. He could feel her breath sweep across his face.

She held his gaze for a good minute, before changing her countenance out of a sudden.

She clicked her tongue, then smiled briefly.

He raised his brow questioningly….Well, he got his answer almost immediately.

She extended her hand in-between their almost touching bodies and grabbed his unimaginables.

"Ouch!" He groaned in pain.

With gritted teeth, she increased the pressure of her hand around his balls and squeezed on them, not in a romantic way, but in a torturous way. She could feel the warmness of his jewels as she bundled them up in her palms.

He brought his hand over hers and tried to forcefully loosen her grip, to no avail. Not that she was stronger than him, but just because he couldn't exert any unnecessary amount of pressure when dealing with such a delicate part.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered menacingly, " Never cheek me again, do you understand?" She threatened.