INSATIABLE CRAVINGS
Insatiable Cravings - Episode 77
Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game}
TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.
Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
~ Dominic ~
"So, which one do you want to try first?" I inquired, my gaze fixed on Genevieve, who was intently studying the two dishes before her, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
It took every ounce of restraint not to chuckle at her adorableness. The way she scrutinized the plates was almost comical, as if she were weighing the pros and cons of diving into the unknown.
"Which one tastes better than it looks? Some dishes can be deceiving—looking delightful but tasting dreadful," she mused, her brow furrowing slightly.
"Well, my love, I can assure you that both of these meals are nothing short of divine." Locking my eyes with hers, I gestured toward the first dish. "This is plov—a delightful medley of rice, vibrant veggies, and tender chicken. I promise, it's worth a bite."
With a nod of determination, Genevieve picked up a spoon, her movements deliberate. She hovered it over the fluffy rice, then tentatively took a small bite. I watched, captivated, as her expression transitioned from cautious curiosity to sheer delight, a radiant glimmer igniting in her eyes.
"So?" I prompted, even though her reaction already told me everything I needed to know. She responded by scooping another spoonful, relishing the flavors. "Do you like it."
"Hmm, it's fine," she replied, masking her enthusiasm with a nonchalant facade.
"Just fine?" I pressed, amused by her playful defiance. A small shrug was her only answer. "Alright. The other dish is Pelmeni—Russia's unofficial national dish. They call it ‘the heart of Russian cuisine.’ It's a delicate pasta-like dough filled with savory minced meat." I leaned in closer, a teasing smirk on my lips. "Perhaps this one will meet your lofty standards, huh, my love."
With an exaggerated eye roll, she picked up a fork, skewering one of the dumplings before taking a slow, deliberate bite. As she chewed, the spark returned to her eyes, and I couldn't help but smile at the beauty before me, radiant in her enjoyment.
"You like this one?" I asked, my heart swelling with affection.
"Hmm, it's fine," she repeated, her tone feigning indifference.
I chuckled, unable to contain my amusement. "Genevieve."
"What?" she replied, her clueless game almost too charming to resist.
"You won’t say anything?"
"About what?" She pursed her lips, the corners twitching as she struggled to suppress the grin that threatened to bloom across her face.
I caught a glimpse of it, and she, in turn, noticed my effort to remain stoic. With a playful wink, she sent my resolve tumbling, but I fought to maintain my composure. If she can hide her smile, then so can I.
Before I could wallow in my sulking, like a drenched puppy abandoned in the rain, Genevieve took pity on me. "I love it. They are both delicious."
I believed her, not just because she never lies to me, but because I had poured my heart into making them. It took two to four hours, the warm cadence of Genevieve's laughter intertwining with her soft, random kisses, coaxing me through the cooking process. Trust me, I wasn’t complaining.
"Which one do you like better?"
"The Plov. I pronounced it well, didn’t I?"
"Yes, you did, Vixen."
Her smile lit up the room, and despite my distraction, I slid the bowl of Plov toward her. To my surprise, her eyes seemed to shimmer even more, radiating a warmth that enveloped me—a blend of love and bliss that was utterly intoxicatiñg.
I watched as she filled her empty stomach with food, a sight that made my heart swell. Thanks to my uncle's appearance, she had skipped breakfast, and seeing her savor each bite felt like a small victory.
"Genevieve?" Her gaze locked onto mine, and in that instant, the world around us faded, leaving only her.
Every time our eyes met like that, it felt like a collision of stars, the force of it knocking the breath from my lungs. I struggled to draw in air, captivated by the depth of her hypnotizing gaze.
"God, you're beautiful," I blurted, the words slipping out like a confession.
"Thanks?" she replied, a hint of confusion lacing her voice, which only prompted a chuckle from me. "Is that why you called me?"
"No. I actually wanted to tell you something, but I got sidetracked."
"Oh." She nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Are you on the right track now?"
"Uh-huh. Tomorrow, I have somewhere to go. Would you like to come?"
Typically, I wouldn’t bring anyone other than Cassidy, my secretary, to work events, but I had a surprise for Genevieve that I simply couldn't wait to unveil. Plus, there was the matter of Ivan Morozov looming in the background.
"Sure. SU is on winter holidays, so I’m free."
"Great! We can do some sightseeing along the way. I’ll show you a lot of interesting places here in Moscow; I bet you’ll love it."
"Bet. I love everything I do with you," she replied, her voice a melody that resonated deep within me.
••
The following day arrived with an urgency that caught me off guard. One moment, I was enveloped in the warmth of my girlfriend, her intoxicating scent wrapping around me like a comforting shroud; the next, I was jolted from the tranquility of sleep by the insistent ring of an alarm I had definitely not set.
Groaning, I buried my face deeper into the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet, familiar fragrance that lingered there. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she instinctively shifted closer, her body molding against mine in a way that felt both intimate and possessive.
I revel in this. I love that she seeks me even in her dreams, a testament to how deeply I have embedded myself into her very being. It’s a bittersweet realization that I have tainted her, that I am not the hero in her story.
I know I am no good for her. If she feels like she’s drowniñg, then I have no intention of rescuiñg her; rather, I will become the very depths from which she strugglés to escà pe. I will be the anchor, holding her dówn, as long as I can keep her by my side. She is no salvation for me either.
She embodies a dañger that whispers rather than shouts. Just one fleeting glance, a mere hint of a smile, and I am reduced to a mere puddle, a marionette dancing to the melody she plays. Yes, I may leave scà rs on her heart, but the déstruction she will wrought upon me will be beyond repair—deà dly, unsettling, and unfathomably profound.
So here we are, teetering on the edge of drowning in our own chà os. A fitting metaphor, really. At least I have a fondness for the color blue.
Speaking of blue, it’s been nearly six hours since I last caught a glimpse of those captivating cerulean hues. I rolled over, hovering above the sleeping beauty beneath me.
She laid there, a vision of tranquility and grace, her features softened in slumber. It felt almost siñful to disturb her peace, but duty calls, especially since she’s the one who set the dà mn alarm clock.
If she weren’t Genevieve King, I would have discà rded her long ago, no second thoughts.
With a resigned sigh, I leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. She stirred, but my arms were a fortress, a cage from which there was no escape. I pressed another kiss against her mouth, eliciting a soft, barely-there groan. A smirk crept across my face as I planted yet another kiss on her cheek, and then another, and another, until I could no longer resist the pull of her skin.
I paused my playful assà ult when Genevieve’s eyelids fluttered as if she might awaken, but they remained closed. I redirected my kisses to her neck, that delicate patch of skin just waiting to be explored.
My lips found her neck, slow and gentle at first, teasing and tender. The second kiss was a different story altogether; this time, I was ravenous, nibbling and sucking with a hunger that made her breath hitch.
A low m0Ã n escaped the depths of her slumber, and I couldn’t help but revel in the sound, smug and satisfied that I had coaxed it from her. The growing mark on her neck, a vivid bruise of red and purple, was a testament to my victory.
"This is one annoying yet exciting way to wake up," she murmured, her eyes finally fluttering open and locking onto mine.
"Then I promise to always wake you up like this."
"Are you sure you can keep all these promises, Dominic? It's a lot, you know."
"Are you doubting me?"
"Never."
"Good girl."
With a roll of her eyes, she pushed me off her before striding toward the bathroom. "Why did you wake me up?"
"Because you set an alarm."
"For you!"
“Oh.”
"Yes, oh. Don’t you know this is like a vacation for me?"
"It is?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist as she squeezed toothpaste onto a spare toothbrush.
She shot me a glare through the mirror, yet she didn’t pull away. I counted the seconds, waiting for her reaction.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
"Dominic!" Genevieve snapped, her gaze landing on the fresh hickéy I had left on her neck.
I struggled to suppress my laughter, knowing it might earn me a scolding. But the sight of her—toothpaste smeared and all—was simply too comical.
"Funny, am I right?"
I shook my head, backing away as she pivoted toward me. It’s absurd, I know, that a mà fia Don finds himself intimidated by his own girlfriend, but I can’t help it.
When her voice drops to that low, calm tone, it’s a warning—a sign to run.
"You look so pretty this morning."
"I didn’t look pretty yesterday?"
"You know that’s not what I meant."
"Do I?"
Yep, definitely time to run for my life.
Or.
"I love you."
Stúpid? Absolutely.
But it worked, because a smile broke across her face as she stalkéd closer. That smile morphed from sweet to devÃlish, "How would you like it if I gave you a hickéy when you have somewhere to go?"
"I would love it," I replied honestly. "I adore being marked by you."
"Aww, look at you saying all the right things."
When haven’t I always?
Do I need to remind you? That irritating voice in my head piped up.
I’m determined to say all the right things to convince her to use the car of her choice—the one I plan to get for her, which may or may not come equipped with a tracking device by the time she starts driving it.
You know what they say, “There’s nothing wrong with tracking your loved ones if it’s for their safety.”
No one says that!
Shut up.
TBC
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