Insatiable Cravings - Episode 22

 

 

INSATIABLE CRAVINGS

Insatiable Cravings - Episode 22

Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game} 

TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.

Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.

By: Chukwuma Rejoice 

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~ Genevieve ~

A piercing dark gaze was fixed upon me. 

I could feel it so distinctly; I could almost reach out and touch it—that's how intense the gaze was. 

Being alarmed wasn't an option; after all, what could possibly harm me in my own parents' house? I knew I was safe; I had lived here for eighteen years, and I was well aware that the guards were always on the lookout. 

So, whose gaze could it be? 

It certainly wasn't Adrianna's. She seldom comes home. Nor could it be either of my parents, as they hardly cared enough about their children's well-being to check on us while we slept.

Before my thoughts began to cloud my mind, I blinked the drowsiness from my eyes, attempting to clear away the remnants of sleep before I sluggishly sat up. 

Only then did I notice that my nightlight was on, and it was the sole source of light in my room—well, apart from the moon's silvery reflection streaming through the window. 

Although the nightlight wasn't particularly bright, it still managed to momentarily blind my still sleep-dazed eyes. I blinked a few times to ease them and adjust to the light. 

And there he was, Dominic Morozov, just staring at me rather unnervingly as he towered above. My head tilted to the side in utter confusion, mixed with a hint of thrill. 

The way his golden eyes seemed to shine even more now that our gazes were locked was hard to miss. A delighted smile spread across his face as I made sure not to break eye contact by blinking. 

Am I hallucinating? 

I decided to confirm my suspicions and asked the towering figure, "What are you doing here?" 

"I wouldn’t recommend talking that loudly, but you can if you want your parents to know you have a man in your room." His cool, slightly hoarse voice gently brushed against my ears, confirming his presence. 

Definitely not a hallucination. 

He is here. 

Dominic Morozov is in my house—in my room, to be precise. 

This is exhilarating. 

My usual crankiness from being woken from sleep didn't even have a chance to surface; ecstasy took control instead. 

I was deliriously ecstatic. 

This should feel strange on many levels; however, my brain always switches off its rational side when it involves Dominic. 

"They can't hear me," I told him. 

He looked genuinely confused and curious. "Why? Is your house soundproofed?" 

Ah, I wish. 

"No, just thick walls," I replied, repositioning myself to face him properly. I asked again, "So, what are you doing here?" 

Dominic gave a nonchalant shrug and simply said, "I wanted to see you." 

I then decided to ask the most obvious question. "How did you manage to sneak in? Security is tight." 

A mischievous smirk danced across his lips. 

"I have my ways." His voice dropped to a low whisper, almost menacingly. 

"That's a créepy thing to say to a girl you just snuck into her room in the middle of the night," I told him honestly, because it was true. 

"Is it?" 

"Yes." 

Dominic then let out a soft hum, as if he understood, though I knew he was faking it. But I didn't say anything about that; instead, I asked yet another obvious question. 

"How do you even know my room?" 

He could have easily entered another room. Worst-case scenario, he could have gone into my parents' room—héll would break loose. 

Okay, perhaps it isn't that bàd. 

I mean, I would relish the drama that would undoubtedly unfold, given that my mother would be absolutely furious. 

"I just do." 

"Dominic." 

"What?" 

"Did you stàlk me until you knew my room?" 

I wasn't even sure why I asked, knowing full well that he had. The real question should have been when he had stalked me to discover my room. 

I didn't need to know, but I wanted to. It would give me a sense of, I don't know, perhaps relief or validation that I wasn't imagining things. 

Things like he wants me just as much as I want him. Shh, I told you nothing. 

"No." It was a rather obvious lie. "How many times do I have to tell you that I never stalkéd you?" 

I fixed him with a sceptical look. "Oh really?" 

He nodded firmly. "Yes." 

"So, what do you call it in your vocabulary?" 

"Anything but stalkiñg." 

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his amateurish lying skills. Brushing away the stray strands of hair that were almost in my eyes, I repositioned myself again and questioned, "Why did you want to see me?" 

I knew why he wanted to see me—why he was here right now. We hadn't seen each other in almost forty-eight hours, and he missed me. 

But would he admit it?

I certainly hoped he would. 

I bet he won’t. 

Say it.

Say what I want you to say. 

Come on, Dominic. 

He blinked, and I thought he was about to go all Dominic on me, but I was in for a massive shock when he said, "I missed you." 

Héck yes, baby! 

He said it! 

He actually said the words. 

But I needed yet another little confirmation before I could fully immerse myself in this feeling. So, I muttered softly, "You did?" 

Dominic fixed his gentle gaze on me and nodded. "I did." I smiled so wide it hurt my face, and then I literally jumped on him. 

He stumbled backwards and nearly fell as I wrapped him in one of my infamous bear hugs. This was my second time hugging him, and I expected him to freeze like last time, but his arms gently and slowly wrapped around me. 

He is hugging me. 

Dominic Morozov is hugging me back. 

I was the one to pull away because it was starting to feel strangely too comfortable. I didn’t bother moving away from him, the same way my grin refused to fade. He then cocked his head to the side, one eyebrow raised quizzically. "Did you miss me?" 

How could I not? 

Standing on my tiptoes, I let my lips lightly graze his earlobe. A low grunt escaped his mouth after my little cheeky action. "More than you can imagine," I replied, taking his earlobe between my teeth. 

His body shuddered, and another grunt slipped out of him, this time sounding even more tortured and restrained. There was nothing that could stop the smug smirk that took over my face. 

"Genevieve." Dominic's voice was now barely audible, having dipped low. I knew him calling my name like that was a warning, so I backed off. 

Soon, I'll get him, soon. 

However, I dragged him to sit down with me on my bed. I knew he let me drag him down because there was no way on Earth I had that kind of strength. 

"It's nice to hear that you miss me." 

I rolled my eyes again. "Don't get cocky." 

"What? When have I ever been cocky?" 

"You are the king of cockiness." 

"And you’re a King." For some strange, unfathomable reason, there was always some kind of heat in Dominic's eyes whenever he said my last name. 

It’s still a mystery I will have to crack. 

I nodded once. "That's true, but that doesn't mean you win." 

His eyes softened again as he intently stared at me. His gaze told me everything that his mouth lied about. His next words further stroked my ego. "I don't think I can win anything when it comes to you." 

"It's good you know that."

"Now, look who's getting cocky." 

I hissed and rolled my eyes. At this point, if I rolled my eyes again, they would fall out. However, I wasn't about to start pondering about how to fix it if they did indeed fall out because an idea dropped into my head. 

A very, very mischievous idea. 

Remember, Dominic is sitting just beside me, yeah? So, I did the next best thing I could think of—I pushed him with the weight of my body. 

And because he wasn't expecting that move, he fell backwards onto the bed, surprise lighting up his gorgeous eyes. 

Even though his eyes were beautiful, they weren't only one of the attractive things on his face that I wanted to focus on. I allowed my gaze to flicker to his lips; they were just right there. 

If only I could just... I don't know, have a taste, maybe? 

Dominic's chest rose and fell beneath mine in perfect rhythm. My desire got the best of me, and I leaned in to close the gap between our lips. 

I was so close. The gap now barely an inch, and my eyelids fluttered shut on instinct. And just when I wanted to press my lips to his, a word from him had me stilling. 

"Don't." It was firm, certain, and sharp. 

It made me feel like I was forcing myself on him, and I hated that. I scoffed, rolling my eyes again as I got up from him. 

"Is it because you're not straight?" I snapped, anger seeping into my veins and clouding my judgement. 

"What?" He sounded stunned, and even slightly annoyed, but I didn’t care. 

I needed to know, and I needed to know now. "Are you not straight?" I made sure to articulate the words one by one for better understanding since he was being a bit daft tonight. 

"I am." 

I was seriously starting to doubt it. 

When you have someone as hot as me standing in front of you—or better yet, lying on top of you—you, as a man, are supposed to feel things. And it's a must, especially when you look at her like you want nothing more than to have her. 

This is me, giving him the golden opportunity to have me, Genevieve King, and he keeps turning it down. 

Argh! 

I was pretty sure my anger was now visible on my face as I sprang up for more dramatic effect. "Then why do you keep avoiding me?" 

I refused to admit that I was actually kind of hurt by his constant refusal. It was starting to seriously bug me, now more than ever. 

The moment he opened his mouth, words I absolutely didn’t need to hear poured out. "Because I can't." Dominic even felt the need to add, "We can't." 

Who is 'we'? 

I wanted to know the 'we' in this situation. 

Because the man I was glaring at right now wanted me. I knew that; I was certain about it. And I wanted this man, too. 

"Why not?" 

"I can't say." 

Typical Dominic. 

Was I even surprised? 

It had been almost three months since we'd met, so I shouldn't be surprised by this. 

"You still think I'm a kid, don’t you?" My voice cracked, another feeling I disliked wanting to replace the anger. 

"You could say so." He replied. I looked up at the ceiling before bringing my gaze back to him. It was then I noticed he had stood up too. "Hey, don’t get màd." 

Who is he to tell me that?! 

"You don’t get to tell me what to do. I will get màd if I want to get màd, especially when you keep lying." I snapped, careful not to raise my voice too loudly because of my parents. "You want me; I know that for a fact." 

"I don’t." Dominic firmly denied. To an oblivious person, it might sound like the truth, but fortunately, I wasn’t oblivious.

"Yes, you do. Your mouth may lie, but your eyes don’t." 

"I don’t want you." He lied again, this time sounding even more like himself. "I can say for certain that I do not want you." 

I wasn't interested in this back and forth. 

"Really?" 

"Yes, really." 

"You don't want to do that." I warned because I could already sense that uncontrollable competitive Genevieve King resurfacing. 

"Do what?" 

"Challenge me." I responded, before pretty much stating the obvious. "You won’t win." 

"Don’t be so sure of yourself." 

My overconfidence didn't waver one bit as a scornful scoff escaped my lips. "Alright then. Let’s do it." His brows raised in a 'do what now?' expression, and I graced him with the answer. "Before we get back to England after our trip, you'll have already admitted it." 

"Admitted what?" I felt like he was purposely being daft just to get on my nerves. 

And it was working! 

"The truth." And I didn’t give him the chance to question this one again. I continued. "That you want me." 

His amber eyes darkened with something I couldn’t quite place as he said, "Alright. Challenge accepted." 

I chuckled, almost darkly. "Give that a second thought, Dominic." 

Now, determination was the only thing I could see in those beautiful golden eyes. "I said, challenge accepted, Genevieve." 

I warned him. 

No one could say I didn’t warn him enough. 

"You’re going to regret that." I muttered within earshot, a devilish smile playing on my lips.

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