Please Let Go of My Hand

Tara Blakewood POV

"Come on, Kaiden. They’re right in front of you. Kiss them. They want you to."

I said it only in my mind, demanding him to kiss me there.

His pause didn’t last long before he pulled me toward a narrow alley between two houses I had noticed before. I think stopping here was intentional.

He pressed me against the wall with his body.

Ah… I didn’t want to run, and I wasn’t going to.

He stared at me intensely, and I returned the look. He wanted to kiss me. It was obvious from the way his eyes moved between my lips and my eyes. This was the only clue I could catch before he acted.

I hoped he wouldn’t see my desire for him in my eyes.

He came closer until his nose brushed mine. He placed his palm on the side of my face, then brought our lips together in our second kiss.

I wanted him deeper, and he did it. He moved his lips over mine slowly, torturing me with each motion.

He pressed against me, feeling the softness of my lips against him. Finally, he began to go deeper.

He took my lower lip between his teeth, sucking it slowly, making me lose my balance. I think he noticed, because he let go of my face and grabbed my thighs, lifting me so my legs wrapped around his waist.

Damn it… we’re in the street.

If I hadn’t been enjoying the kiss, I would’ve told him to put me down. But instead, I clung to his neck.

My lower lip between his teeth now, he bit lightly. I loved it.

Then he took my upper lip, sucking and biting it in the same way.

He broke the kiss for a few seconds, looking into my dazed eyes. I couldn’t help but stare at his… it looked exactly like mine.

He brought our lips together again, this time taking both of mine into his mouth, sucking them hungrily, making loud noises, totally unconcerned that we were in public.

He shifted the angle of his head, controlling the kiss like a professional. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I didn’t initiate because of two reasons: first, I had no experience. Second, he didn’t give me a chance to reciprocate at all.

He kissed in a way that melted my heart, drove me crazy, and sent sharp shivers down below.

He pulled back, making a loud gasp.

If anyone looked from a window above, they would’ve gotten a free p**n movie scene.

He rested his forehead against me, both of us panting heavily.

He slowly let go of my thighs and set me down on the ground.

"Did you like that?"

I wanted to ignore him, run from in front of him and his question, but I didn’t move an inch. He was still pressing me against the wall.

He held my jaw gently but firmly, lifting my face to meet his.

"Answer me."

Should I lie and say I didn’t like it?

"I liked it. Yes."

I said, avoiding his gaze. I looked at the wall behind him. Anything to not look at him. This was embarrassing.

"Look at me."

If he hadn’t pressed my jaw harder, making it hurt, I wouldn’t have looked.

"You’ll learn with time."

It was impossible to ask him what he meant. I already knew the answer, and if I asked, he would add an erotic twist.

He intertwined his hand with mine in that narrow alley. I really couldn’t understand why he gripped my hand like that.

We walked in silence. I hate extreme silence. He… I think he likes it.

"I’m tired."

I said, squatting on the ground. I really was tired, my thighs aching from the workout.

"Do you want me to carry you?"

There was no trace of teasing or sarcasm in his voice, so I wasn’t upset.

Also… could his indifference really go this far? Asking that question in the middle of the street, as a famous man, and married too?

"Carry me in the street? How could you, no, Mr. Kaiden, I don’t want to ruin your reputation."

I said, sounding childishly annoyed, waving my hands in frustration.

"How would that ruin my reputation?"

He knew the answer. I could see it in him. He’s not stupid.

"Carrying a girl in the middle of the street, everyone will think the famous lawyer Kaiden Draven is married but cheating with a woman."

Kaiden added arrogantly:

"To be precise, everyone will think I’m cheating with a child."

My eyes widened in shock.

"Blind? You’re calling me a child? How dare you?"

He’s so provoking. I’m burning here, and he leans back, smiling at me. I think he deliberately calls me a child just to annoy me.

"And why shouldn’t I call you a child? You’re a twenty-three-year-old woman who owns a pale yellow stuffed bunny."

Shock spread across my face. He has a long memory. He remembers the color and shape of my doll.

Before I could say anything, he grabbed my left cheek with his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling it outward. I’m not his daughter for him to do this.

"Stop it, Mr. Kaiden, I’m not your daughter."

He pinched harder but didn’t hurt me.

"You’re not my daughter. You’re my little girl."

I couldn’t process what he was saying. I liked being called "my little girl," but I wasn’t used to it, and I don’t think I ever will be.

I put my hand on him, trying to push him away from my cheek. He gripped tighter. It started to hurt.

"Let go, it hurts."

I said in the most childish, angry tone I could remember using.

I pinched harder until I almost screamed, then he let go.

"Why did you do that?"

I said, looking at him with teary eyes.

"Be ready to receive the same treatment later."

As soon as he finished, he turned his back and continued walking. I followed him after standing for a few moments.

We were just a few meters from my front door when Ethan Rowland suddenly came out.

Damn it. He’ll see me with Kaiden and won’t stop bombarding me with questions, especially since Kaiden bothers him personally.

I regretted giving him the house key.

The bigger problem… Kaiden was still holding my hand.

I could explain why I came with him, but how could I justify his hand gripping mine when I wouldn’t normally allow it?

I kept trying to pull my hand free before he noticed, but he wouldn’t let go, as if on purpose.

"Kaiden, let go of my hand. My fiancé is only a few meters away."

"Kaiden, that title… I like it."

I’m asking him to let go of my hand, and that’s what he’s thinking? What’s going on in his frozen mind?

"Please, let go of my hand. He’ll see us, and it’ll be very awkward later."

I looked back at Ethan, and he scared me so much. He looked at me with a terrifying intensity. This was the first time he ever looked at me like that.

Out of fear, I froze. He looked psychotic.

Kaiden also stopped, looking at what I was looking at.

Ethan’s gaze moved between our intertwined hands and Kaiden’s face. He didn’t look at me once.

"Dr. Ethan?"

Kaiden said, his tone extremely provocative. How does he know him? Could they… have some connection?

"Lawyer Kaiden."

Ethan extended his hand to him.

I wasn’t surprised that Ethan knew Kaiden; he’s the most famous lawyer in the country.

I kept staring at both their hands. Each was gripping the other as if ready to crush it.

"Go inside, you."

Ethan ordered sharply, pointing toward the house with his eyes.

I didn’t want to go. I feared he might do something. His behavior wasn’t the Ethan I knew at all.

Once again, I tried to free my hand from Kaiden’s, but I couldn’t. I begged him with my eyes, but he ignored me, keeping his gaze on my fiancé, who I was certain was mentally killing me right now.