All Chapters of Seven Nights With The Man I Ruined : Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

My heart races as I realize what he means. Instantly, he grabs my wrists in his steel grip before I lash out and pulls me closer to his hard, heated body. "Where do you think you are going now?" He demands in a commanding tone. I try to resist his hold, but his muscles are like titanium and his grip is unbreakable. "I-I wanted-d to brush first before cleaning your spot." I stammer out a response as he leans down to whisper in my ears. "I don't think you need to brush your teeth for this kind of cleaning." His deep voice rings through me like a warning bell and my face flushes with instant blood. "No no-I-" As I try to escape the clutches of the wolf, he steps his foot on the hem of my long dress and I stumble back. I was about to fall when suddenly strong arms wrap around my waist, catching me just in time. Our noses brush and I feel tingles running from my head to toes as he holds me close against his hard, throbbing chest. My heart beats wildly as I clutch onto his biceps, feel

My insides twist and churn as I watch his perfect lips close around the spoon. The sight of him eating from the same spoon he fed me makes something stir within me. Like a rush of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "How am I supposed to please you, when you won't even let me touch you?" I look up at his feral gaze and lick my lips nervously. "Why?" I ask him. "Why is it that only you can touch me and I can't?" A feeling of injustice washes over and I demand an explanation for his one-sided rule. Dakota takes the wine glass from me and drinks in silence while I question his sanity, "If you want minimal touching, then you shouldn't touch me as well. Why so much partiality?" "It's because.." He pauses. My stomach strangely warms as I watch his manly adam's apple bob with each gulp, before he finally speaks, "You are here for my pleasure, not your own." I feel a sharp pain in my chest as his words hit me like a ton of bricks, killing all the butterflies on the spot. The bitter ta

My heart rattles wildly like an animal in a cage. At this point, my mind can't differentiate if I am still acting or actually craving for his sinful touch.My face is heating, and so does the region in between my legs. It feels like a furnace, clenching and unclenching as his gaze penetrates into me at a point blank range.Dakota doesn't move a muscle as I slowly crawl to the end of the bed, closing the distance between us.I feel like an asteroid who is mindlessly crossing the solar system to meet the big burning star, which doesn't even care about my tiny body.Emotionless eyes gaze back at me as I rest my hand against his hard abdomen. It's like touching a marble statue of a Roman god and the sensation somehow pleases my nerves.Ripples of muscles feel beneath my palm as I slowly inch my hand under his t-shirt and feel the rawness of his ab-"Evan."Warm fingers gently curl around my wrist and I sense h

"Good morning." My heart rattles like a caged hamster as Dakota walks in dressed up like a CEO he is. He appears immaculate, groomed to perfection, and smells like an expensive cologne shop. A wolfish grin spreads on his face as he takes in my attire of the day. An apron. That's it. I hate him like a cat hates bath. Like a child hates math. I despise him more than Ryan! Why is he staring at me like a lion? Dakota quietly walks around the kitchen, stopping at the fridge and drinking his water, all while watching me silently with his predatory gaze. My hands work fiercely on the vegetables as I feel his ominous stare piercing my flesh, causing goosebumps to rise under his intense presence. Suddenly, he moves quietly like an unpredictable animal. My heart leaps into my throat as he comes stand behind me, and stares down at my chopping skills. My grip on the knife tightens, my knuckles turn white as I slice through the tomatoes with a ferocity that matches the anger