Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (motivational novels txt) 📕

   I knocked on the door. "Minnie, sweetheart, this is not funny."

   I had never expected Minnie to do something like this. She was supposed to be an angel with a halo and white wings. It must be the little boy's idea.

   I scanned around the room to find Rowan standing by the window, glancing outside towards the road.

   I was alone. Locked in a dimly lit room together with Rowan. It was his bedroom. The décor seemed different.

    "I received a text from you asking me to come here." Rowan broke the silence.

   I realized my phone was missing. Was it possible that Minnie could have hid it somewhere?

   "I didn't text you. I don't have my phone." I replied.

  "I'm sorry, Alana. I didn't know what Minnie was planning."  He said softly, his voice did not betray any emotion and I wondered if he was still thinking about Troy."I tried to call everyone, but either they don't hear over the music or we have to assume this was a well sketched plan."

  "Well, how long are we going to be locked in here?" I asked.

   "I don't know."

   I tried to read his poker face to see if he was lying, but I realized he was just as clueless as I was. Suddenly, Rowan pulled the curtains, and stripped off his tux jacket and let it fall over the mattress.

My heart began pounding fiercely against my chest. "What are you doing?" I asked.

    His gaze fixed with mine as he began walking towards me slowly, like a predator analyzing his prey, ready to claim its first victim. "Does it really bother you that we are alone here?" he whispered.

    I swallowed and stepped back. He took a few steps closer.

   "Stop." I said moving back against the wall.

    Rowan placed both his arms behind me, trapping me completely. He raised his right hand and caressed my cheek. I thought I was going to melt into a puddle because of the intensity with which he was staring at me.

    "Don't look at me like that." I whispered, averting my eyes away from his gaze.

     He laced his fingers through the lose tendrils of my hair. "Or what?"

     I swallowed again. My heart only pounded faster with anticipation. I wanted him to touch me. So damn badly, I didn't want to admit. His fingers lifted my chin up to face him. "Tell me you don't love me and I'll stop touching you."

    "I...I don't." I strutted.

    "You're lying, baby." He said, closing his eyes for a second, and opening them. "When I asked you to consider me, that wasn't what I meant."

    "I don't understand."

     "I've always loved you. It has always been you." He said with so much sincerity in his eyes that I believed him. "And, I'm begging you, Alana. Come back to me, baby. Please. I want you."

   Rowan's arms traveled to my waist as he pulled me against him. I gasped when I felt his bulging manhood pressing against my stomach. I stopped breathing for a minute. I'd touched him there before, but that was two years ago. I'd forgotten what it was like to be held by a man you loved so deeply that it rendered to sheer madness.

    He brought his mouth to my collarbone and kissed the sensitive skin. I felt the wetness of his tongue drag against it, felt his masculine gruff jaw brushing me. I realized my breathing wasn't normal anymore. "I...I...."

    He wasn't listening as he put his fingers on my jaw and tilted my head back. He whispered So fucking beautiful and pressed his lips against mine. His other hand slipped to my butt as he squeezed gently. His lips moved slowly against mine in a slow torture like he wanted me to die a slow death. His teeth caught my bottom lip, his tongue teasing my mouth. I moaned loudly that I embarrassed myself. Nothing was better than this. When he pulled back to come for air, I forced his mouth back to mine and sure enough that caused him to mimic my groan.

    "Two years. I've imagined kissing you for two years and I'd forgotten how fucking amazing it felt." He said.

    He looked at me like I was his world. "I love you, baby."

   "Don't look away." He pleaded. "Talk to me. I want an answer."

    He took my silence as an indication to go on.

  "The thought of breaking up with you was maddening, but I wanted what was best for you and at that time, I couldn't give you that. I wanted you to have normal, but to be honest, I can't bear the thought of you with someone else. I'm a selfish man, Alana. I want you all for myself."

    And then he did something which I had never expected. He went down on his knees and looked up at me, his eyes hooded with apology. He caught my hand in his. "I'm begging you to come back to me, Alana. Please. I'll do anything you say."

   His fingers were balled into fists. Tears at the corner of his eyes. The mocha irises had diluted to a darker shade. Is this what I'd wanted? For Rowan to get down on his knees and beg me to come back to him like his life depended on it? He was acting like I was his life support. I felt guilty for thinking that it would please me to see him helpless like that. I didn't. My heart only broke more.

  "Stand up." I told him and he obeyed without a word.

    I wrapped my arms around him tightly, enjoying the way his hard body flexed beneath me. "You're so cheesy, you know that right?"

     I heard him sigh. "You didn't answer my question."

    I pulled away to look at him. Even with the killer heels, he was still so tall. "What can you do for me?"

    "Anything. Whatever you want, baby." He whispered.

    I traced my fingers along his jawline, the tiny unshaven hair along his jaw gave me goosebumps. "I like what you were doing with your hands just now and your mouth. Put those big hands to use."

    For the first time in a while, a smile spread across his face as his lips slammed against me and moved in a deep kiss. I put my arms around his neck and he slipped his beneath my butt as he lifted me off the ground. His mouth moved so deliciously slow that I forgot my name. His free hand groped my breasts and a moan escaped my mouth. My dress had bundled  up around my waist at this point and I was pretty sure my body was ready.