His home

Rose contemplated running away from there. Far away from Kairo. But she knows better. She knows that he will find her no matter where she hides in the world. That man is a savage when he is after something. She still remembered how he traced his grandfather Russel even though that old man was hiding in a remote place in the A****n. Rose might not be able to cross the border of Texas before Kairo would trace her location and come for her. So reluctantly she sat inside the car Kairo sent for her and travelled to his home reluctantly. Her heart is pounding with uncertainty and anxiety. Even though she is happy to see him again, she knows that she has to move away from him again for the sake of Sylvia's child.

'What is wrong with him? Why did he change his mind again? ' she wondered.

Soon their car stopped in front of a huge black iron gate. The gates opened and their car drove past the gates, making her eyes go wide with awe. A huge mansion is sitting at the end of the driveway. There are small plants and a well-maintained lawn surrounding the house from both sides. This house looks like it was an old European-styled house, which was renovated to fit modern society. It looks impeccable, standing tall and alone, but still imposing, just like its owner.

There is a fountain sitting in the middle of the driveway. It is surrounded by Roses of all colors. The house is sitting on a large patch of land that is not too far away from the city.

"Mrs. Bianchi, Boss is waiting for you inside" Naim opened her door for her. Until that moment, she didn't realize that the car stopped.

She gave a small smile to Naim, completely ignoring her title as Mrs. Bianchi. She will no longer be Mrs. Bianchi. She wants to give a piece of her mind to Kairo and talk some sense into him. She would try her best to leave this place as soon as she can.

She followed after Naim, who escorted her inside the house. A small foyer led into the receiving room where there is a grand staircase that leads to the upper floor. The house is wide area-wise with only two floors. Rose would have loved to stay in this place if she would have come here under different circumstances. But she has other pressing things occupying her mind now. Naim took a right as soon as they finished ascending the staircase. They both walked in the lavishly decorated corridor with rooms on either side. Small expensive-looking chandeliers are hanging in the corridors, and the walls have carvings in what looks like an ancient art of fighting.

Naim opened the last door at the end of the corridor and stepped aside, just like how he did back in the office.

"Please" he motioned for her to go inside.

She gave him a closed-mouth smile and took a deep breath before walking inside. The door immediately closed after her and she heard the latch click into place.

The room is huge, bigger than her apartment. A huge four-poster bed with sheer curtains is sitting in the middle of the room with expensive-looking carpets adorning the floor. There are two wooden chairs with red cushions placed on the left side with a small round wooden center table. The sheer silver and red color drapes covered the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind the bed. To the right side are two closed doors. And the man who forced her to come here in the first place walked out from one of the doors, leaving a streamy fog after him.

Her breath caught in her throat when she noticed that he was only wearing a towel around his hips. Water droplets are running down his muscular body, leaving an ache in her core.

'What the hell? Rose, stop staring' she scolded herself. Before she could avert her gaze, she heard his amused chuckle.

"I am all yours baby. You can watch all you want. But it's only fair if you could return the favor" he drawled.

When she understood what he meant, her cheeks turned pink. Immediately she turned away from him. But he didn't give her much time to recover. He wrapped his arms from behind her and hugged her tightly. She is sure that even air cannot pass between them.

"What are you doing?" she gasped in a breathy whisper.

She should push him away and demand that he behave appropriately. But her body is frozen between the fight to resist and give in.

"I just had my shower. I wanted to wait for you. But I thought you might not be ready to join me in the shower yet. But no problem. We can shower together and do all the other adult things that husband and wife do" he whispered into her neck.

Her core throbbed when the images of what he just said flashed in her mind. Her breathing picked up and at the same time, he started leaving wet kisses near the juncture of her shoulder and neck. The delicious friction of his five of o'clock shadow on her sensitive skin made her wet. He is nipping and kissing her skin at the same time, leaving her breathless.

He is not giving her time to recover from his sensual assault. One of his hands moved down south and stopped just a whisper away from her womanhood. A small move from his little finger is all that would take him to graze her lips down there. Her skin is on fire. His other hand moved upwards and stopped right underneath her breasts, not exactly touching, but still, she could feel the warmth from his hands kissing her breasts. Her nipples became hard. She bit her lip hard to stop from moaning when his thumb sneaked between the valley of her breasts. Her eyes are half mast and she is on the verge of giving in. Her resistance is fading at a faster pace.

He is not doing anything, but she can feel him everywhere. She could feel his hardness poking her between her butt cheeks.

"You know how hard it is to hold you this close but do nothing? You are mine damnit. Why are you resisting us when you obviously like my touch?" he whispered hoarsely.

That made her eyes snap open and reality crashed in. She pried his hands away from her with difficulty.

"What the hell Kairo?" she snapped. She is still facing away from him, too embarrassed to face him. She was on the verge of exploding in her panties just from his touch.