INSATIABLE CRAVINGS
Insatiable Cravings - Episode 39
Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game}
TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.
Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.
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~ Genevieve ~
You know that feeling when your phone rings at the worst possible moment, and all you want to do is hurl it across the room in frustration?
Well, congratulations—I'm right there with you. I felt like taking a swing at the annoying device that belonged to me, but instead, I chose to ignore it.
Cupping Dominic's face in my hands, I pulled his attention back to me and leaned down to capture his lips with mine. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer, a low grunt escaping his throat.
One thing about Dominic Morozov is that he’s a fast learner. The way he dove his tongue into my mouth, fighting for dominance—so different from the way he used to let me take the lead—was almost unbelievable considering he had his first kiss just a few months ago.
He has discovered every little trick to drive me wild with his kisses. I can almost say he’s nearly as good as I am when it comes to kissing.
Almost, being the crucial word here.
But honestly, I can’t complain. He kisses me every time as if it might be our last, savoring each moment, whether it’s a quick peck or a slow, lingering embrace. He kisses me like I’m his lifeline, tasting every inch of my mouth as if he can’t bear the thought of losing me.
Or maybe I’m just being delusional. Perhaps I’m overthinking things, desperately wishing he felt the same way about me.
Never in a million years did I expect to be the one who fell first. I’ve always placed myself on a pedestal, refusing to let anyone look down on me. Being a King helped with that, instilling a sense of self-love that led others to label me as conceited or narcissistic.
So, falling for a man I might have once hatéd feels... oddly out of character, but I like it. I enjoy the flutter in my stomach, the tugging at my heartstrings, and the warmth that spreads across my cheeks whenever he gives me those heart-melting looks—looks he may or may not realize he’s giving.
The ringing of a phone—his this time—pulled him away from my lips. He hissed in frustration at whoever was calling, yet he didn’t reach for his phone. Instead, he smiled at me, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” I asked, nodding toward his phone, which lay face down on the picnic blanket. “It might be important.”
“More important than you? I doubt it,” Dominic replied.
I kid you not, my heart felt like it was about to explode as my gaze darted between his eyes, searching for—what? A hint of insincerity? But I found none; he was genuine.
I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat growing as a feeling I couldn’t identify overwhelmed me—maybe it was panic. It stole the breath from my lungs, and I feared I was truly being delusional, overanalyzing his every action.
Concern washed over his face as he noticed the shift in my expression. Dominic cupped my face with those hands—hands that have killéd but were surprisingly soft and gentle with me, as if he feared he might break me.
Would he? I truly hoped not.
Before the question I knew was about to slip from his lips could escape, I quickly wiped the worry from my face and put on a convincing smile that I could tell he didn’t buy. “I’m fine.”
“You’re lying. I thought you said we shouldn’t do that to each other.”
I did say that. But that was before I fell hopelessly in love with you, Dominic.
“Can I ask you a question?”
I wasn’t surprised by his startled reaction; my question was sudden and unexpected. His perfectly knitted brows furrowed in surprise, a look that was almost annoyingly adorable.
“Okay,” he replied, hesitantly shifting beneath me. “What is it?”
Here goes nothing. Actually, here goes everything, because his answer will determine how the rest of my day—and probably my week, month, and even years—will unfold.
"What is your ideal type?"
He frowned, clearly puzzled. "I don't get it." His fingers slowly intertwined with mine, absentmindedly playing with my hand.
This wasn’t the first time he’d done this. In fact, it was a frequent occurrence. Whether we were watching a movie or deep in conversation, his fingers found their way to mine. Even when he was working on his computer, he always wanted to have his hands on me.
I didn’t quite understand why he felt the need to do it, but I certainly didn’t hà te it. I never had.
"If you wanted to date right now, what would your ideal type be?"
"I don’t date."
"There’s a first time for everything."
"In this situation, I highly doubt that ever happening. I’m not good with feelings."
"I think you do just fine."
"You’re just saying that."
"No, I’m serious, Dominic. You’re human. No matter how hard you try, you’ll always have emotions, whether you like it or not."
"Emotions are weird."
"I totally agree, but at the same time, they’re pretty nice to have. You get to feel happy, sad, and—"
"Genevieve, why the question?" He cut me off.
I took a deep breath to steady myself. "I’m just curious. I want to know."
"Know what kind of girls I see as my ideal type?" I nodded. Dominic hummed thoughtfully. "I don’t really know. But if she had strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, was 5'3", and had a name that started with a G and ended with an E, I wouldn’t mind."
Oxygen seemed to evaporate from my lungs as my heart began to race. I couldn’t tell if he was just joking or if there was some truth to his words.
I was desperate to know, and so was my heart, not to mention the entirety of my body still straddling him. His gaze traveled over my face before he cupped it in his hands.
"If it isn’t you, I don’t want anyone else," he added. "I only want you, so get that question out of your pretty little head. Remember... I am yours."
He meant it.
I could feel it deep within me now.
Dominic flashed his signature boyish smile and inched closer. My eyelids fluttered shut as his lips brushed against my forehead, lingering longer than usual before he pulled away to meet my gaze.
Then he showered kisses all over my face—everywhere but my lips. "Just yours."
That was more than enough to put the question to rest for now. A satisfied grin spread across my face as I tangled my fingers in his hair and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"That’s good, because I don’t share." I meant every word. "Ever. I’ve never done it, and I won’t start now."
"Good, because I won’t share you either." Dominic pressed his lips against mine in a soft kiss.
Exactly forty minutes later, we lay on the picnic blanket, staring up at the sky, enjoying the perfect afternoon. The sky was a brilliant blue, dotted with fluffy clouds, and the breeze was just right.
Our fingers danced together, refusing to part, and I was grateful for it. We talked about everything under the sun, laughed, and relished the moment before he suddenly asked, "You want to see something crà zy?"
Without a moment’s hesitation, even though I had no idea what he meant, I exclaimed, "Héck yeah."
TBC
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