Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (superbooks4u TXT) 📗

     "Watch me," I sat up but he inclined forward and met me halfway, making my heart race. His cologne engulfed me. Our mouths connected, moulding together like we had been doing it forever.

     I moaned, feeling embarrassed I tried to pull back. He fastened me in his hold and deepened the kiss. 

     I kneed him between his legs. It was a light brush. He jolted back, cursing under his breath. His harsh gaze snapped at me. 

    I smiled and sat on the edge of the mattress, "You were saying something, his Majesty." I smirked as I spoke. He couldn't rule over me. I wasn't part of his territory. Though my feelings and the voice of my heart were the opposite of what I was doing right now. 

     He jerked at his tie, staring at me. He unfastened his cufflinks and strode toward me. 

     I narrowed my eyes at him, "Stop," My smile faded when I witnessed his dark smile. He shook his head, "You shouldn't do this. We are going to give them an heir," He said, intensely. 

     S***! I shouldn't mess with him. I shot on my feet and quickened them at the door. He scooted forward and clawed at me. 

     "F*** off! " I irked when he locked his hand around my arm. 

    He shook his head. I tried to knee him again. Easily, he lifted me and chucked me on the mattress. I squealed. My neck twisted at him. My gaze was unbelievable at him. 

     He smiled. That b**** smiled. I raised my hand to hit him. Clenching my wrist, he pinned them over my head. He straddled me. 

     "You monster! Get off of me," I glared at him. 

     "Not a chance, stop fighting your feelings for me." My jaw dropped, my heart began to pound in my chest. 

     "Y..." he closed my mouth with his lips. His fingers began to rub the skin of my nap. I relaxed. 

     "Stop fighting. you're mine," he whispered. 

     I felt that I belonged to him. Did he belong to me? "You'll be late for your meeting," I said, placing my hand on his chest when he freed them after I stopped struggling. 

     He didn't fight this time. He took out his phone and glanced over the display, "You can replace my assistant." He said with a full smirk.

     My brows drew together. I didn't know. Who was his assistant? His hand slithered on my cheek, "She's near my mother's age." He chuckled, detecting my emotions. 

     I pursed my lips. Whatever he saw on my face. It wasn't good that he could read my face that I was worried. 

     "I don't want to spoil the last few minutes before I go," he said. 

     "No," I simply said. 

    He cupped my cheeks and looked deep into my eyes. I felt a connection from heart to heart, "Do you want me to go? Be honest," He asked. His smile vanished. 

     I froze into shocked stillness. He could catch my lies easily. I didn't answer him. His thumb brushed over my cheek, tingling my skin. I shook my head. My body melted with a languor I didn't notice when it dwelled in my heart for him.

    He smiled and kissed my nose. 

    ' I can't live in my imaginary world. He didn't love me. '

     Tears welled in my eyes. I couldn't fight. 

    His smirk was long gone and placed with concern. Would he wake up one day, realizing what he had done to me? I never cared, but now I do. 

    "I wasn't going to force myself on you. I've told you before." he kissed my cheek, trailing the kisses down my neck. 

    I expelled a long breath. He shouldn't see me like this, broken over my feelings, "I'm just not feeling well." I told him, threading my fingers in his silky dark hair. 

    He hugged her tight to his chest, "You should have told me first. I didn't hurt you, right?" He asked.   

    "No," I'm hurting myself with my feelings for you. My eyes squeezed shut on a shuddering spasm of anguish. 

     "I'm calling our family doctor," He said, his fingers brushing my nape. 

    "No, I'll be fine," I told him instantly. 

    His phone rang. He took it out of his pocket. I kept my gaze on his face. I was going to be alone with my emotions once again. He answered the call. I lowered my head and did not raise it. 

     "Cancel the meeting. I won't be available today. Call Jame, see if he's available." he said and disconnected the call. 

     My head jerked to him in disbelief. I never thought he would do this for me, "No," I pushed myself back but he halted me, "You shouldn't..."

     He pressed his index finger over my lips, "I'm staying with you if you don't wanna see a doctor." he softly said. 

     I glanced at him through the gaze of tears. I couldn't utter a word. It wasn't in my mind. I was expecting him to leave me. I felt embarrassed for lying to him. I found myself in an unsettling situation but his arms around me provided the comfort I did not deserve at the moment. I met his puzzled gaze. He ran his hand in my hair. I drew my head back to his shoulder, "I'll be fine. I'll call you if I need anything." I muttered softly. 

    "Don't worry about me. I won't disturb you." His voice was soft like honey drifting down my spine. He was dead serious, "If you wanna see your family. We can visit." He suggested. 

    I wasn't missing them but Aerial for sure. I hadn't told her anything, " No, I wanna stay alone," my words were hardly a whisper to my ears but he heard me clearly. 

     Love was a fearsome emotion. A convulsive shudder ran through my body. Our wedding was not important to him, I wasn't important to him. I grabbed his attention only because he did not expect me to be untouched. He was still holding me to his chest. There was silence between us. A beautiful one! I was living the moment, not just breathing.