Page 18 of Overdosed: Her Dark Side
I hardly managed to tear my eyes away from his lips. Lips that I had craved so insanely. Our heavy breaths linked in sync. I met his hypnotizing blue eyes that once were my refuge. I felt… helpless. As if I was battling a fight that was doomed from the very beginning. Before it even started. A fight against my own desires.
Kiss me.
I wasn’t sure I was able to endure this tension between us any longer. I wanted him to kiss me. Fiercely as he always did. Our tongues tangling and dancing. Our bodies clinging to one another. I wanted him. I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew he was my undoing. My very own destruction. “Let go of me,” I whispered, fearing that even a few more seconds in his intoxicating presence would break the will I had been gathering for three long years. That I would surrender to my longing for him. I was scared to overdose on this feeling he alone could ignite within me again because I knew I couldn’t possibly find the strength in me to quit my addiction this time. He was still my drug. Invariably.
“Let me go,” I repeated once again. But again, not strong enough to convince him. Hell, to convince myself that I actually wanted it. I didn’t.
Our lips were almost touching. I could almost taste them. Almost. And the almost was driving me insane. His alluring scent was filling my lungs with every breath I took, flooding my senses, leaving me seduced. I couldn’t move. I was drowning in this lust. It was too deep.
“You sure that is what you want?” he growled in the huskiest of whispers. “Because your mouth says one thing, but your body tells a different story.”
I felt hazy. Intoxicated. Our eyes were flickering between each other. The world around seemed to cease. The next thing I knew, his lips crushed on mine. Fiercely, passionately, demandingly, shattering the invisible tension between us. I couldn’t help it. I gave in. He released my hands and slid his at the back of my head, pulling me closer. I grabbed him by his collar, doing the same. Pulling him closer. Tighter. I barely could catch a breath in between our kisses. For a moment, I allowed myself to indulge in the kiss. It felt so wrong yet so right. I missed the way his lips felt on mine. I missed the way his tongue tangled in a dance with mine. God, the effect this man had on me. It hadn’t changed even after all that I’d been through.
And then, reality snapped back. What was I doing? I swore not to let him overpower me again, not my senses, not my soul. I pushed him away and slapped him instinctively. He intuitively put his hand over the searing mark as he slowly turned to look at me. His breath was still heavy and rugged, just like mine.
I knew I had to run away from him. I knew only distance could keep me away from this bond we shared. Only distance could keep me away from making a mistake. I turned and grabbed the doorknob. Shane rushed after me, trying to reach my hand.
“Anders,” I stumbled against his frame as soon as the door swung open. Our gazes locked, and a cold shiver ran down my back.
His gaze stopped on my swollen lips, my lipstick smeared from the kiss. Then it moved to his brother. His ruffled hair. His heavy breath. His eyes filled with so much wrath. I expected the worst. I watched his gaze shift to Shane behind me. It stuck. His gaze. He gently slid his hand around my neck, his thumb caressing my cheek. His eyes were still on Shane. The entire time. He leaned in for a kiss.
What? My heart skipped a beat.
He started kissing me in front of his brother. Slowly. Provocatively. Kissing him seconds after Shane had kissed me felt so odd. So wrong. But I knew I had no other choice but to assume my role once again and reciprocate the kiss. I knew it was all a part of his dark scheme I willingly tangled myself into.
I couldn’t see Shane’s face, but I could sense his anger brewing within.
Anders nibbled my bottom lip as he slowly pulled away, his hand still on my neck. I could taste the possessiveness lingering on my lips. His gaze finally dropped down to meet mine. “I knew I’d find you here, baby.” He smiled as if nothing happened.
Adrenaline flooded my veins, my every fiber. My heart rate accelerated as a Formula 1 car. I heard Shane’s heavy breath behind me. I watched Anders’ wicked gaze in front of me. And I was caught up in the middle of this dangerous chaos.
“Come on. My brother has taken too much of your time already.” Anders grabbed my hand and led me toward his office. I saw he shot a glance at Shane as we walked away. A glance of sick satisfaction.
“I’m moving in with you tonight,” Anders stated, closing the door to his office.
I stood there, gawking at him. Still feeling shaky.
“I’m tired of Shane’s games,” he continued, taking slow and steady steps toward me. His calculating gaze never left mine, causing a surge of anxiety to rush through me. “He must finally believe we’re together for real.”
“You promised me that as long as Hope and I are staying at your house, you’d be staying in one of your other houses,” I stuttered.
“We’re not going to sleep in one bed, relax.” A wicked smirk played on his lips. His head tilted slightly, and his hands crossed behind his back. “Besides, there are many rooms in that house, so what’s the problem?”
I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I was still inebriated from the encounter with Shane. The taste of his lips still lingered on mine despite the later kiss I shared with Anders.
Anders took another step closer. Now he was close enough to whisper into my ear to trace his fingers up my arm, “Next time I kiss you, make more effort so that it looks real, baby.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “Next time?” I barely managed to mutter.
Anders took another step closer. Now he was too close. I felt invaded. With each of his steps, I took one back until I reached his large wooden desk. I was trapped. He brushed my hair behind my ear. His warm breath flowed over me contradicting the coldness in his voice. “You see, baby, you have agreed to play a dangerous game.” His words trailed off, teasing the tip of my ear with his teeth. “He has to believe that now you’re mine.”
Anders pulled slightly back before leaning forward, placing his left hand, fist down, on the desk. His right hand found its place on my waist. My body tensed involuntarily. His eyes, piercing and dark, locked onto mine. An overwhelming feeling of intimidation rushed over me. But, instead, a devious sneer played on his lips. “Melanie, Melanie, Melanie…” his voice was a dangerous murmur. His free hand traced up my thigh, leaving me perplexed and uneasy.
“What are you doing?” I squinted.
“I’ve noticed the effect Shane has on you. Whenever he’s close to you, your body shakes uncontrollably.” His lips brushed against my neck, planting a soft kiss. “I’m checking if I can make you feel the same way.”
I turned away, desperate to escape the hostage of his touch. “You’re so twisted. I’m your brother’s ex, the mother of his child.”
