INSATIABLE CRAVINGS
Insatiable Cravings - Episode 40
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 ~
"Héck yeah!" I might have been a bit too enthusiastic, but I didn’t care, and neither did Dominic.
A charming smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his amber eyes danced over my face, a look of satisfied bliss illuminating his features. “Great. Let’s go.”
Go?
Go where?
He rose to his feet, and I quickly followed suit to help him clean up. Once we finished, my curiosity became too much to bear.
“Where are we going?”
Dominic shook his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “You know what they say about curiosity.”
“Well, luckily, I’m not a cat, so spill it.”
“Yeah, you are a s+xy little vixen.”
I bit my lip to suppress a grin as we made our way back to his car, parked a little ways from the picnic ground. I watched him type a message to someone, seizing the moment to quicken my pace.
As usual, our hands collided as I reached for the car door, a playful competition to see who could open it for me first. I never let him win, by the way.
My gaze slowly drifted up to meet his stunning golden-brown eyes, a mesmerizing blend of sunlight and melted chocolate, fixed on me. His head tilted slightly, and his lips mirrored that playful tilt.
I fought the urge to claim those smirking lips for myself, but Dominic's feigned displeasure quickly turned back into a genuine smile.
“You can’t outsmart me, Dominic Morozov.” My voice flowed like silk with a teasing edge, raising his brows in playful challenge. “You should give up now.”
“Giving up isn’t in my vocabulary, Genevieve King.”
I shrugged, letting my eyes wander over him before slipping into the passenger seat, choosing not to comment on his earlier remark. Dominic rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat before starting the engine, bringing the vehicle to life.
A blast of cold air enveloped me, sending shivers down my spine as my outfit left my shoulders exposed. My involuntary shudder must have caught his attention because he glanced at me, then back to the road, as if nothing had happened.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“Will you turn off the AC if I say yes?”
“Sure.”
I smiled at his willingness to accommodate. “I’m not cold; I actually enjoy the chill.”
“So, you don’t need my suit, then?”
I recognized his teasing tone even in my sleepy state. I tilted my head, signaling that I was onto his game, and he chuckled in response.
“What? You don’t want my suit?”
“Oh, you know I do.”
“Then tell me,” he challenged.
“Do you have a kiñk to my desire for your suit?”
“I might,” he replied with a smirk. With one hand on the steering wheel, he reached into the backseat and retrieved the suit, handing it to me. “Here. I know for a fact that I have a kÃnk about you wearing my clothes.”
“Yeah? Does it turn you on?”
“Do you turn me on? Yes. Yes, you do.” He winked, and normally I would have cringed at such a gesture from anyone else, but this was Dominic Morozov, the man I was in love with. A blush crept over my cheeks, and I quickly turned my face away. “I like it when you get shy with me.”
Why does he always have to be so infuriatingly right?
“I’m not shy,” I lied.
“Yeah, and I’m not Dominic Morozov.”
Minutes passed as we chatted about random topics—school for me, work for him—when my curiosity resurfaced. I hummed impatiently, glancing out the window, desperate to figure out where we were.
I heard him chuckle at my childish impatience but suppressed a whine because we were literally in the middle of nowhere.
“Are you taking me somewhere to, you know, unalÃve me?”
A laugh escaped him, his amusement evident as he shook his head. “You think I would do that? If so, why did you follow me?”
Without hesitation, I answered honestly, “I trust you.”
“You trust me?” he asked, as if I had just declared something shocking. I wasn’t surprised he found it hard to believe that I could trust him when a sane person might hesitate. “You trust someone who could énd your life without a second thought?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“There you go again, so dà mn certain about your claims.”
“Because I know you, Dominic. You have the power to húrt me but you won’t—not physically, at least.” His unreadable expression might have been difficult for others to decipher, but I could see through the facade because I knew him so well. "So, where are we going?"
His voice carried an elusive quality I couldn't quite grasp. "Somewhere."
"Wow, thanks for that. I wouldn’t have known," I replied, sarcasm dripping from my words as I rolled my eyes.
With his suit wrapped around me, I cocooned myself in the seat, letting my eyelids flutter shut. I inhaled deeply, allowing his scent to envelop me, a comforting embrace I relished. Even with my eyes closed, I could sense Dominic stealing glances at me.
"Most people wouldn’t dare sleep when a mà fia head is nearby," I heard him mutter, making sure his voice was loud enough for me to catch.
"Well, most people don’t have the Russian brà tva head who likes to kiss them, so yeah."
His hearty laughter filled the car, and he didn’t even attempt to deny it. After a stretch of silence enveloped us, he finally brought the car to a halt in front of a grand, imposing gate.
The surrounding area was as desolate as a desert, quiet as if nothing stirred on the other side. I was sure it concealed an entirely different world.
I turned to glance over my shoulder, only to find Dominic already looking at me, grinning at my awestruck expression. "What do you think? Should I unalÃve you right now?"
No, no, no, this can’t be happening.
He wouldn’t, right? He said he wouldn’t.
Despite my repeated questions, he had assured me I would never go there. Yet here I was.
My eyes widened in shock, my jaw nearly dropping to the floor. I sat up straight, determined to give him my full attention. "Is this the base?"
Dominic brushed the stubborn strands of hair away from my face, that familiar spark gleaming in his eyes once more. "My intelligent vixen, how—"
"Really?" I interrupted, excitement bubbling within me. The delight surging through me was beyond words. "This isn’t a dream, is it?"
"Does it feel like one?" Dominic asked as he stepped out of the car to round to my side, but I was already out, practically buzzing with anticipation. "By the way, why are you so excited about it?"
Without a second thought, I blurted, "Because I want to know all of you, even the darkest parts."
His expression shifted, a hint of surprise flickering across his face at my confession. I immediately regretted my bluntness, but it was too late to retract my words.
"Why?" Dominic stepped closer, caging me between his hands against the car. "Knowing me can be very dangeròus, Genevieve."
I ignored the warning that echoed in my mind, letting it wash over me without sinking in.
I grasped his wrist, gently stroking my thumb over his beating pulse, taking a step closer until there was no space left between us. "I don’t mind dangérous. All I care about is now. You are my now."
TBC
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