CHAPTER 4~

~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~

“So, it’s just King?.” I put pressure to know his name when we were making our way to his car. I was just curious to know about him when I was about to share a bed with him. He smirked in response, “Yeah”

“Just King?” I urged.

“Don’t worry, My Jaan,” he called Jaan, and I didn’t know what was the meaning of it. He stopped in his tracks, and stepped closer to me, as he dragged his thumb across my bottom lips, “When the time comes, you’ll have a name to scream. Baby steps, yeah? Baby steps.”

My cheeks flushed red, but I stuck my tongue out to swirl it around his thumb. I just could not resist the urge to taste him. His brown eyes snapped up to mine, and I grin cheekily in response.

“Back out now if you can’t handle it. Back out while I’m giving you a choice, Jaan.” Again he called me that. He growled at me as he pulled his thumb away from my mouth.

“So, are we walking home, King? Cause you take too much to reach your car”

“No,” He responded, and I was pleased to note that his voice sounded a little deeper with lust, “Let’s go.”

I followed him, trying to catch up with his walking speed. But he was walking with so much speed with his long legs that it was hard for me to catch up. I sped up as well, and once close enough, I clutched the back of his suit and he halted to my surprise, and I almost crashed into him.

“What?” He asked me, his voice was not harsh but rather curious.

“Oh,” letting go of his super expensive suit I said, “Sorry. You were walking too fast, and I didn’t want to lose you.”

He looked down at me as I fiddled on my face and he smirked before he moved to grab my wrist in his hand. Sparks flew all around me when he touched me. It was the same spark I felt when almost fuck in the back alley.

“I won’t let go of you, don’t worry, my Jaan.” He said and I was practically dragged because he never slowed down until we reached his car. And he finally let go of my wrist and pulled out his keys from the pocket of his tight trousers. I hesitated as I stood two steps away from the car. I watched him open the passenger door, he left it open for me and walked around the car to get to the driver’s seat.

He looked up to see me standing without moving as he reached the driver’s door. His hand paused on the door handle, and he tilted his head, albeit a little mockingly, “What? Having regrets, Jaan?”

I wasn’t sure whether the nickname was supposed to urge me to get into the car or to walk away. I looked at the open car door before shifting my gaze to Him.

I stared at the guy. “I…I” – I wondered whether I should get in or not. I wasn’t drunk to hoop in his car. I was too sober and if I decide to go with him, it would never be a drunk mistake. However, the temptation was eating me alive.

“I’m giving you five seconds, Jaan” King growled, as the patience wearing thin, and slight fear crept in me as I watched his dark brown orbs, “Either you get in or I leave.”

‘It’s just to forget the worries.’ I rationalised as I hopped in and closed the door, reaching for the seatbelt.

And I was damn sure that I caught him smirking when I got in. He slides into his car, tossing the phone out of his back pocket and into the space between the two front seats. The car comes to life with a soft purr, and he backs it out of the parking space with practised ease.

We didn’t talk. Neither of us initiated a conversation. But I was glancing at him from time to time and looked away every time I saw him clenching his jaw. I was looking around as the car was rushing through the line of straight and tall trees on either side of the road. “You are not from here?” I asked, still looking out as he pressed onto the accelerator.

“How’d you know?” He asked back and I was delighted to catch the expression on his face.

“Your accent… It’s thick…” I pointed out.

“It’s not just my accent, that is thick,” He smirked and it turned into a devious one and I could not hide the blush that his words painted on my cheeks.

I feigned ignorance, and changed the topic, “No, seriously, where are you from?”

“You are asking too many questions from someone whom you are going to spend just a night with, aren't you?”

“Well, I need to double-check if you are not a serial killer, I don’t want to be killed while having sex.”

“I’m not a serial killer, Jaan. But I’ll make sure you wish you were dead before I end up doing things that I want to do with you…” He put his hand on my thighs and gave them a light squeeze, but it was enough for me to turn. Helen, my wolf was getting desperate to taste him, to get under him.

His hand slid up to my inner thighs but he didn’t do what I was expecting, he just let his hand rest there while he kept driving and soon he pulled it into a driveway of a luxurious hotel and hit the brakes. “Get out.” His voice was commanding and I acted as if I was his slave. I obeyed him and I acted so fast and got out of the car. He tossed the keys to the valet and I followed him closely. He was rushing. He has been rushing everything since we met. He got into the V.I.P elevator and he pressed the button of the penthouse.

He opened his suit’s button and loosened his tie but he didn’t spare me a look until we reached the elevator stopped with a ping sound, indicating that we had reached the penthouse.

“Are you ready for the night that you’ll never forget?” He asked with so much confidence that it put a smile on my face. I was thrilled to see what he was planning to do to me.

We walked into his penthouse. It was luxurious that it only added more questions about him. Who the hell was he? Was he some kind of king?

I was gawking around when he suddenly grabbed me from behind and I gulped when he rolled his cold tongue along with the nape of my neck. “There will be so much time for you to explore my penthouse, for now… I want to explore every inch of your body with my tongue and my dick inside you.” Goosebumps raised all over my body with his words and I shivered under his touch.

I let my hand wander on his body which was still covered under his clothes. And my hand reached into his trousers and he growled when my hand touched his hard-on. My breathing hitched when I stared up into his eyes as they were getting darker than ever with my every touch.

"Fuck the formalities!" He growled and I gasped when I heard the sound of my clothes getting ripped into pieces. The sound of it surrounded the whole penthouse.

He even ripped my jeans and left me in my underwear and I was still wearing my biker boots.

"So fucking stunning, I want to worship your body." He swept his eyes all over my body as he came closer to me, unbuttoning his shirt and he tossed it behind him along with his suit when he reached me. His hands grabbed the flesh of my waist and he dug his fingers in it with his tight grip. I shuddered under his touch.

Entire penthouse lights were on and it was making me self conscious. I was naked in front of him and it was like every single light was deliberately shining brightly on me.

Subconsciously, I tried to cover my body with my hand, knowing it would be a failed task. "Don't cover it, it's mine to see and to eat." His voice was dangerously cold but it gave me the confidence to provoke him more. I wanted to see his dark side

"It's mine, not your…" I tried to add more fuel but I didn't know that he would counterattack me. He growled and his nose flared. "IT'S FUCKING MINE!" And I felt a hand around my throat and the next second I was slammed onto the dining table.

The cold glass was beneath me and I gasped with fear and the coldness and also with the excitement.

I looked at him. He was hovering over me. And I noticed that he looked devastatingly handsome from this angle.

And the other thing I noticed was his skin. He wasn't pale like other men. His skin was tanned and it wasn't a fake tan but it was naturally tanned.

I expected that his body would be inked with so many different tattoos all over his body because of the way he looked. I thought that he would have tattoos all over his body like every other man of this century with a good body.

However, his body was smooth and well built as the gods had carved his marvellous body with their own hands.

And there wasn't any tattoo on his body. He was different. Different from all the men I've met and read about.

"Why don't you have any tattoos on your body?" I asked as I could not stop running my fingers on his abs and watching him twitch when I touched them.

"Is it something mandatory?" He asked.

"No. But those who have a similar body build like you usually show off with tattoos inked all over their body." I whispered, taking in the beauty he possessed.

"Well, I'm not one of those men, you know. I'm different. I'm the god, sweetheart Hana. I don't do shit those men do." He sneered and it was mixed with confidence and disdain over the men alive on this earth. Because he thought he was superior. And he was not lying.