3 #You are Mine

“What the hell are you doing here,” I asked, the guy who was standing in front of me and staring at me head to toe like a hungry beast waiting for his meal. His intense gaze made me feel uneasy as if he could see right through me. The air grew thick with tension, leaving me wondering what his intentions were for being here.

“It’s my house, and I can come and go wherever I want,” he said as he stood next to the sink to wash his hands. I watched him closely, trying to gauge his true intentions. His nonchalant response only fueled my curiosity further. As he dried his hands, a sly smile played on his lips, leaving me even more unsettled.

I didn’t want my husband to see me like this with my body completely bare, so I turned my back, not giving any attention to him, and immediately covered my body with a towel nearer my range.

“Don’t you have any manners?_____ How can you enter my bathroom without knocking?” I heard him chuckle at my question without giving it any consideration.

And before I could ask any question, with a swift move, he halted in front of me with his hands on each side of my shoulders, caging me and turning my back to him. My body quivered with Jason being so close, and a chill of fear swept over me, and goosebumps sprang all over my bare body. All my senses went numb when Jason’s breath tickled my collar. Jason’s hands wrapped around my waist, holding me while I tried my best not to lose my grip on my towel, clasping it in my hand.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body, making me acutely aware of our proximity. My heart raced as I struggled to maintain composure, desperately wanting to break free from his grasp.

“What are you doing?” I demanded through clenched teeth, trying to control my frustration.

Jason's grip tightened slightly, his voice low and filled with a mix of desire and mischief. “I don’t think you have the privilege to ask any question from me,” he stated, smirking devilishly, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. I could sense the tension between us, unsure of whether to push him away or give in to the electric chemistry that pulsed between us.

“Since I don’t have the privilege, why don’t you leave me,” I boasted, trying to mask the vulnerability that lingered beneath my confident words. Deep down, I knew that walking away from Jason would only leave me longing for his touch and craving his presence even more. But pride was a powerful force, urging me to maintain my stance and protect my heart from potential pain.

“I don’t want to,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of longing and determination.

“Then what do you want?” I blustered, my voice wavering slightly.

His silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. At that moment, I realized that his desires were as complex and conflicting as my own.

“You,..” he whispered, leaning his face into my neck, sniffing me like a hungry predator ready for his prey, and kissing my neck, gliding his tongue gradually over my skin. My heart raced as his touch sent shivers down my spine. The intensity of his desire mirrored my own, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.

“What…?” I screeched. But Jason stopped me by sliding his index finger gently and sensually over my head to my nose and then to my lips. I started breathing profoundly; as he glided his thumb on my bottom lip deliberately. His touch was electrifying, and I found myself surrendering to the passion that enveloped us. Every nerve in my body seemed to come alive under his fingertips, heightening my senses and deepening the connection between us. In that moment, words became unnecessary as our bodies spoke a language of desire and longing.

And gradually, Jason drew close, so close that his lips brushed mine, leaving no space in between our bodies. The moment his lips touched mine, I lost all remaining sense I had as his lips touched mine, and his tongue tasted my mouth, begging or struggling for the entrance. As I opened my mouth, Jason’s tongue joined mine in my mouth, dancing and striving for domination with one another as our kiss continued. His hands moved towards my hips, drawing my body closer to him with his hands hugging me tightly in his arms. For a moment, I felt loved. And I know it’s a lie, Jason despises me will all my heart, and my mind knows that and wants me to stop and give up. But my heart wants to keep going and see the last while it can last and, listening to my heart, I give in and move my hands on his face and, with my palm tracing his cheeks, which are sturdy but soft. I don’t know why but Jason reminds me of someone I had long forgotten from my life, but the way Jason touched me, the way his arms held me, feels familiar, but why?

“And that’s the way a person kisses,” he says, breathing deeply, breaking our kiss as he pulls away slightly. I look into his eyes, searching for answers to the unexplained familiarity between us.

“What?” I responded, breathing deeply, confused; Why did he break the kiss which is so fascinating only to state something stupid?

Jason grinned, staring at me as his hands remained on my hips, holding me. “You have short-term memory loss or something.”

“What do you mean?” I questioned, with my mind perplexed.

“What I mean, my wife is that it is the taste of your own sin, which you caused earlier in my parking lot in front of me.” I stared at Jason, my heart pounding in my chest.

I’m so angry now that I can kick his ass so hard he can’t sit on his ass for months, “You……., I will kill you.” My voice trembled with rage as I struggled to contain my fury.

Jason smirked at my response snuck up to my ear and mumbled, “How?…. Naked. ” My body froze at his words, a mix of shock and confusion flooding over me.

Naked! What? And that’s when I realized that I was in my towel when we were kissing, and the kiss was so sensual that I let it go with no knowledge. And as we were kissing, I was naked, and he saw everything I was trying to conceal. How can I be so stupid not knowing if I’m naked or not, and now I’m so embarrassed about myself that I want the ground to swallow me alive?

“Go away,” I shouted, turning back, covering my nudity with my arms as much as I could. “Now.”

“Okay it's not like first time I've seen you like this,” Jason said as he placed his suit jacket upon my shoulders, covering my nudity. “You are mine.”

“In your dreams,” I grumbled while Jason was leaving, but I suppose he heard me because he stopped and marched relentlessly in my direction.

“Don’t worry about that; I don’t think or dream of things that are useless in my life,” Jason said, infusing the hatred in his soul with his remarks. My mouth gaped, speechless, finding no words to say. Jason chuckled loudly, staring at my face as if I were the most absurd person in this world for him.

“You’re cute when angry______ next time lock the door while you bathe. Otherwise, I’ll think you’re the one inviting me to come in with you.” I ogled at him with my mouth wide open. But hold on, Jason complimented me. What?

Before I could ask anything of him, Jason left me alone with his jacket wrapping around my body and his kiss wrapping in my mind.