12| Secret Touch
A/N- Before y'all start reading, I made a trailer and also a revealer for my upcoming book called 'Artemis', a new genre I am currently exploring, this book is very special because Artemis means Diana, that is my name, so I hope you enjoy the trailer and hope you will give the same love you gave to this book.
https://youtu.be/eji1L1-nGvk
Now let's get into it! (Yuh!)
Everything felt serene around her as if the world doesn't even matter to me anymore. My darling sister, why do you mean so much more than that to me?
Right from the start she always made me weak in the knees, but the time I was away from her, I learned to control it, my pretty little Ophelia.
I can never completely agree that I regret what happened yesterday night, but I do, when I think about my father, my whole being shatters on how much I broke his trust.
I vividly remember the day when it was just me and dad, and the woman I thought was my mother, she was never home, I still don't understand where she disappeared, is she still alive? Where is Sophia Bennet?
These thoughts swirled in my brains as I walked through the aisles of rooms, this mansion always managed to enchant me, despite how much you walk, it feels like you never reach the end since I was four, I have been in this mansion.
I always considered Eric Carter as my father and Odette Carter as my mother, because they gave me paternal love when I had no one, what is the need to sign away half of their empire to me when I am not even their son? Their love killed me with joy.
I am sure that my real parents would never love me half as much as they love me, but who are my real parents? Are they alive? If yes, don't they want me?
It was always Eric Carter who is my father and it will always be Eric Carter.
And then the twins, Orabella and Owen Carter, they were no less than mine, since the day they were born, they became my siblings like they were my own.
But Ophelia Carter, she's different, very strange indeed, never had the brotherly affection for her even though I try to stay within my limits, but I can't.
That girl drives me crazy, every smile, even sparkle in her eyes makes me tight in my pants when I know that I am not supposed to feel that way.
The only self-control is her face, it is so much like father, that it's creepy, that luscious hair, that blue eyes, that smile, that confidence, that arrogance, she is Eric Carter's daughter in every way, limb by limb, she's Eric Carter.
The door of her bedroom door creaked open when I pushed it open, the air condition at a lower temperature than the rest of the house, how can she sleep in such chilly air?
The sun softly peeking from the extravagant curtains, I looked at the large king-sized bed, a small figure snuggled into the thick comforters, her hair strewn all over the white pillows.
I touched the ends of her hair, it was still moist, reminding me harshly of yesterday night. I looked around, folded clothes placed on the dressing table.
Everything in this room reflected mine, just a bit lighter, it had the medieval touch to every single curve, father says that this was made by his ancestors who belonged to the British Royalty, no wonder the whole mansion looks like a medieval palace.
I was surprised when I saw her last night's bra thrown over a chair head and the thong over the other, her dress crumbled on the table.
Ophelia was the neat type, she never even let the maids take the difficulting of cleaning her huge room, I was confused by the amount of mess made, what went wrong?
The shifted as I softly sat on it, next to her, I adjusted my sweatpants before reaching out to run my hands through her hairs again, I jumped a bit in surprise when I a soft bark, I turned my head to the side and saw the little puppy I bought for her looking at me with angry eyes.
I placed my finger on my lips and let out a hush, surprisingly, it simply mewled, I let out a relaxed sigh, thank you puppy.
I saw her toss to this side, her face facing me, the side of her face squished making her lips form a natural pout, her moist hair fell on her face, her hands under the side of her head.
A small smile touched my smile at how harmless and sweet she looked while sleeping, I had this sudden urge to touch her face and I gave in to the temptation.
My fingers softly grazed her cheeks, moving her locks from her visage, my knuckles running tenderly down the side of the soft skin on her face, down her cheekbones till her jawline. I ran my eyes all over her face.
Her perfectly arched dark brows, crease-less eyes, eyes that were shut, her feathery lashes touched her under-eyes, her small straight nose squinted and her beautiful pouty lips, my knuckles grazed the freckles littered across her porcelain skin like paint on a white canvas.
I froze when her hand threw across my torso, her face pushed into my stomach, soft mumbles snores leaving her mouth as her face was buried into me, her hand went to my back and into my t-shirt, her cold hands touching my warm skin.
I shuddered at its coldness, she looked pretty comfortable when in reality she was actually stopping her oxygen flow, little did she know that she did many things in my body.
I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes close tight when her fingers dug into my back, nails dig into me harshly, this happens to me only one time, sex.
Otherwise, no woman scratches my back, I grunted in the feeling and placed my hand on her hair softly, my other hand-formed into a fist trying to control my impending feelings that threatened to spill.
I looked down at the sudden movement and saw her blue eyes staring up at me, horror lined in those irises.
Before I could process what was happened, she found refuge to her feet and jumped off, dashing over the bed, before she could scream and grab the door handle.
I was quicker and wrapped my forearm over her stomach and pulled her back, pulling her up, her legs thrashed in the air as my both hands were around her, holding her in place, she grunted and clawed my arms, but I didn't budge.
''Let me go, Ian, I said let go'' she screamed, her legs kicking my knees making me wince before she could pull out a deadly stunt and threw him onto the bed, her body bouncing on the surface.
I kicked my shoes off and towered over her body, she retreated back meekly, fear filling her irises, her hands came up to push me off, but I grabbed both of her small wrists with a single hand and pinned them above her head strongly making her whine.
My eyes dropped to her chest, her loose tees stuck to her skin without a bra, my eyes unknowingly darkened when I saw her nipples harden at my gaze, I hummed in response.
I pressed her body deeper into the bed, my grip on her wrists tightened, she looked up at her hands over her head, as if looks can free them.
I move closer to her face, she breathed harshly through her nose, my messed hair falling over my face in response, I saw her breath hitch running her eyes through my face, watching my iris get darker at every movement of hers.
I was taken aback when I saw her thighs rub together softly, unknowingly, but that made a small groan leave my lips, involuntarily.
''Do I turn you on little sister?'' I rasp, my voice unrecognisably deep due to the intense emotions I felt. I purposefully ran my fingers up her revealed leg after grabbing her knees and moving them apart, making them stop from creating friction, I was between them.
''N-No'' she whispers softly, her breathing pace increased while mine shallowed. This is not happening again, fuck.
''Pretty little liar aren't you'' I click my tongue before my hand held her cheeks, my fingers grazing her outer ear, she thrashed.
I leant forward and breathed on her lips making her squirm, just a hair thickness and I could have kissed her, but no.
I went up and pressed my lips onto the skin of her forehead, her eyes feathered shut in the emotion, my lips lingering there for a moment.
I learned my lesson yesterday.
''Good morning little angel'' I coo, throwing away all my desire and forming a warm smile, her cheeks tinted red at this, she is so fucking cute. She let out a shaky breath.
''G-Good morning Ian'' she whispers softly as I loosened my grip on her, her hands coming up to touch my cheeks, I leant into her touch.
You are too dangerous little vixen.
''But I don't know how to dance? And why should I learn to dance? Is there a ball coming up?'' she questions as I pull her into the dance hall. I simply chuckle.
I looked back at her, her halter back pink chiffon fluttering up, the strings of her bow flying backwards as her medium hair was let loose, I love those bangs on her forehead. It made her look dangerously cute.
That dress did something to me.
''I'll tell you that later Lia, now if you don't want dad to slaughter me for not teaching you how to waltz for today night, come on'' I say seriously, extending my hand at her, she gulped and looked between my hand and my eyes.
''But I can't learn in such a short span of time Ian'' she says placing her gentle hand on mine, I fold my fingers over hers and pull her closer.
Her body hit mine with a gasp, my hand touched the side of her body and walked to her hips, holding it firmly, she bit her lips softly before placing the other hand on my shoulders, her fingers feeling the expensive cloth of my suit.
''The first and most important step, that is what I will teach you before the other, yes?'' I say firmly and she nods, holding her hand tight, I let her go, she gasped as I pull her back with the same speed.
Her whole body swirled while her hair went askew. The side of her body hit mine with a thud before she looked up at me expectantly, my hands around her torso, holding her too close to mine.
I raise my brows, impressed ''That was good for a first-time learner, we need to learn to do that in grace because it is very important for waltz'' I say and she nods, trying to drink in my knowledge.
I could her heartbeat race reverberating in my ears, my sweet girl, I know what is happening to you, I am feeling the same as well.
That's it, that was my last straw!
Sorry for the cliffhanger, sorry not sorry tee hee.
Anyways, hope it was worth it.
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