SIX

Kiera's POV

After eating and cleaning up, I decided to get some rest. But the moment I lay down, sleep refused to come. I kept tossing and turning, my mind refusing to quiet.

"Gabriel might seem nice, but I don't trust him, and there’s no way in hell I’m gonna just stay put and watch anyone take advantage of me again," I muttered to myself.

Lifting myself from the bed, I walked to the door and opened it gently, glancing around and making sure there were no guards around.

I tiptoed to the opposite side of the first floor, only to find a door moderately opened. My curiosity shamelessly dropped its pants, and I intentionally peeped into the room.

What I saw, triggered a surge of goosebumps all over my skin, causing my heart to go offbeat.

My eyes got stuck on a strange man’s shirtless body as he stood in front of the mirror, examining his features.

Goodness me!

My lips unconsciously folded in, as my fingers trailed around my chest.

Who is he? I wondered.

Like a runaway train, my heart hurtled forward, unstoppable and untamed as his hands tugged into his pants, in an attempt to take them off, and my eyes didn’t even twitch.

At that moment, my body made contact with the door, causing it to emit a squeaking sound that sent a jolt of unease through my heart.

Reacting swiftly I dodged his gaze, ducking behind the door to hide, as he abruptly turned.

“Who’s there?” He called out.

I remained dead silent, holding my breath, trying not to make a single move.

“If you make me ask again, you’d have yourself to blame for the consequences,” his voice carried an aura of fierceness.

Suddenly, I heard his footsteps approaching and my eyes gauged the distance from my current position to my room, analyzing how fast my legs could carry me to my room. However, that was not an option, because, I wouldn’t be able to make it to my room in time.

Taking all the chances and possibilities into consideration, I slowly revealed myself, a half-weird smile forming on my face as I slowly lifted my hand.

“Hi,” I gulped hard.

“Get in,” he commanded, his eyes slowly finding mine in a fierce stare.

My eyes sprung open, my heart galloping like a wild stallion.

Stepping forward, my feet led me into his room.

“Close the door,” he added, an unsettling intensity in his tone.

A large lump descended from my throat into my stomach as my trembling hands held the door handle, pushing it close.

 “Were you spying on me?” He questioned, his body moving closer to me.

“Umm, no, I was just looking for the…bathroom. No, I mean the library,” my words quivered, betraying me.

He scoffed, “By the way, who are you?”

“I’m uhh…. I’m a guest of Gabr.. Gabriel,” I stuttered.

“Mmmmhhh... My brother certainly has a knack for picking beautiful women,” he smirked, “And you expect me to believe that you weren’t spying on me?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing as he inched closer.

His intimidating aura confused me as I shook my head vigorously in denial, before nodding.

I kept moving backward and he kept drawing closer until my back was pressing against the wall.

His motion halted, as he stood right in front of me, his eyes falling on my lips and abruptly rising to meet my fluttering eyes.

“What should I do to you?” He whispered, his voice causing my hair follicles to erect.

Oh my… He’s just as breathtaking as Gabriel, and he was surely making it difficult for me to compose myself.

My brain was spinning in the socket of my head as he leaned closer, the thickness of his length mildly brushing against my thigh, and I felt myself glitch.

Elevating his right hand, he firmly pressed it against the wall, his eyes lingering on my neck while he provocatively nibbled on his lower lip.

“There’s something you should know,” he leaned in whispering softly, his breath fanning my neck, inducing a tingling sensation, that made my neck curve. “Learn not to trespass or cross your limits, because some parts of this house can be very dangerous,” he warned, his voice soaking with a mix of threat and allure.

Wait! What did he mean by that?

Suddenly, he withdrew himself, turning his back to me, and after taking a few calculated steps, he paused.

“Get out,” he commanded, his voice carrying an authoritative weight.

It didn’t take me more than a second to unpin myself from the wall and exit the room.

As I shut the door behind me, I gasped for breath, gripping my chest.

 What the f*ck just happened? One minute I was trying to find a way to get out of here and the next I was completely thrown off by Gabriel’s brother. Why did I get this weird sensation to kiss him when he locked eyes with me? And what did he mean by saying some parts of this house can be dangerous? I questioned myself, my brows folding in.

Out of nowhere, I felt a firm grip on my wrist and I pivoted sharply.

“Who are you?” I demanded, my brows knitting together.

“My friends call me Bella, but since you won’t be joining that circle, you can simply call me Madam,” she responded with a sassy eye roll.

I withdrew my hand immediately, my left brow instinctively shooting up, as I stared at her, “And what do you want from me?” I asked crossing my arms beneath my chest.

She paced around me, sizing me up and down, “Well, I don’t know what dump you crawled out of, but I’m here to warn you to stay away from Damien. He is my man. So if you think you can come from nowhere and try to seduce him, I suggest you think again,” she threatened, eliciting a series of chortles from me.

“What gives you the impression that I’m interested in your MAN?” I emphasized, curving my index fingers.

“Oh please! Weren’t you just in his room a few minutes ago doing who knows what?” She pressed, her gaze piercing.

I hissed, shaking my head at her madness, “Bella or whatever you call yourself, I’ve had the most chaotic day, so if you don’t have any reasonable thing to say, I’m gonna head to my room now,” I said turning to walking away.

But before I could take a single step, her fingers wrapped around my elbow, her lips mere inches from my ears, “I've warned you,” her tone dripping with menace, “Trust me, you wouldn’t wanna piss me off.”