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Insatiable Cravings - Episode 14

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INSATIABLE CRAVINGS

Insatiable Cravings - Episode 14

Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game} 

TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.

Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.

By: Chukwuma Rejoice 


★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★


~ Dominic ~


"Can I come over?" That was the first thing Genevieve said when I picked up her call just a minute ago.


I was taken aback by her request. Usually, I'm the one asking to see her, so her initiative today piqued my curiosity. She sounded frustràted, and I couldn't help but wonder if her mother was involved; she often seemed to be the source of Genevieve's añger.


"You want to come over?" I asked, just to confirm I heard her correctly.


Genevieve hissed, her irritation palpable even across the distance. "I believe that is what I just said." I raised an eyebrow at her tone, and she seemed to realize it. "I’m sorry. Are you busy?"


I glanced around, aware that I was preparing to leave for the base for an important project. However, my mouth had other ideas. "No."


There was something about her that made it impossible for me to say no, especially when she was upset about something I didn’t understand.


"You sure?" she asked, disbelief evident in her voice. "If you’re busy, it’s fine."


"If I was busy, I would tell you." I lied, my heart racing.


Naturally, she scoffed. "Said the person who called me in the middle of a meeting."


Strangely enough, I didn’t regret it, and I would do it again if it meant hearing her voice. Every single one of my employees and shareholders was shocked to see me on the phone like that but didn’t dare say a word. 


It would have been unfortunate for them if they had, and thankfully, they understood their place.


"I’ll be there in fifteen," Genevieve said before the line went dead.


Aurora's footsteps pounded down the stairs, pulling my attention away from the phone. She was decked out in one of her countless pink outfits—her obsession with the color was unmatched.


She flopped down beside me on the sofa with a heavy sigh. "I just got off the phone with Uncle Ivan. He said brunch is rescheduled to dinner."


"That’s much better," I replied, giving her a barely audible acknowledgment. "I have a guest coming over in a few minutes."


"Genevieve is coming," she stated rather than asked.


"Yes."


A mischievous smile spread across her face as she moved closer. "Why won’t you just admit that you like her?"


"Because I don’t."


Another lie.


"It’s obvious you do."


"Don’t you have something to sketch?" I deflected.


"What about you?" My sister shot back. "You haven’t painted or sketched anything in years. At least I still sketch."


"I’m busy," I reasoned. "And I told you I need inspiration to paint or sketch. I’m not like you, who can do it so effortlessly."


"Duh, no one is like me," Aurora replied smugly. "Are you saying you need a muse?"


A muse? 


Inspiration could be a muse, I suppose.


"You could say so."


"I bet ten million dollars that Genevieve will be your muse," she said suddenly, causing me to snap my head toward her.


That was absurd. There was a zero point one percent chance of that happening, now or in the foreseeable future.


Aurora Morozov was smirking at me, a glint in her eyes. I shook my head and turned back to my laptop.


"Deal or no deal?"


"No deal." I was surprised by my lack of hesitation, which only reinforced my certainty.


And because she was my sister, she knew exactly how to push my buttons. "Are you scaréd of lósing?"


That was something that would never happen—me being scaréd.


"Your plan won’t work," I told her.


"What plan?" Her feigned innocence might have fooled others, but not me. "What are you talking about?"


"You know exactly what you’re doing."


"What am I doing?"


"Okay, fine. I’ll do it; it’s a deal."


"Good choice, brother, good choice." With that, she stood up to leave, but I stopped her.


"Where are the dogs?"


"Outside."


"Alright. Are you heading to the outhouse?"


"Yes. I want to give the totally not-lovebirds some privacy."


She didn’t give me a chance to respond before she dashed away. I made an effort to focus on my laptop, and it was working until Genevieve walked in, and all my attention flew out the window.


She sat down beside me. "I didn’t know you had dogs. What are their names?"


I barely grasped what she was saying because I was too busy shameléssly taking in every inch of her figure in that outfit. Black really suits her.


"Dom?"


I cleared my throat, as if something was truly lodged there. "Dynamite and Dànger."


She looked completely taken aback. "What? Their names are Dynamite and Dànger?"


"Yes, is there a problem?"


"Well, no."


After almost four minutes of silence, it was starting to get to me. I broke it as quickly as I could. "What happened to you?"


Aside from the unusual quiet from Genevieve, she genuinely appeared upset, just as I had suspected earlier. And dàmn it, I wanted to confront whoever was responsible for her sour mood.


Genevieve looked up at me, confusion almost replacing her añgry frown. "What do you mean?"


"You don’t look happy."


"Then stop looking." She snapped, huffing.


"I can’t." It wasn’t difficult to admit the truth. "Tell me, what happened?"


Tell me.


Let me help you.


Please, tell me.


"A bítch called..." She began, then suddenly halted, giving me a suspicious look. "Nevermind, if I tell you, you might do something to her."


Dàmn it, she knows.


But at least I now know the culprit is a female. 


And because I refuse to admit the truth, I said, "What have I told you about flattering yourself?"


"I wasn’t, and you know that." Her confidence could be annoying at times.


"How can you be so sure?"


"Because you have that glint in your eyes that says you would húrt the person, and I can’t let that happen."


A glint?


What does that even mean?


"You think you can read me?"


"I can." Genevieve tilted her head to the side, looking up at me. Her chaotic blue eyes lit up as she continued. "You're like an open book."


"People say the opposite."


I wasn’t lying.


Everyone except Rory and Dexter—and apparently Genevieve—claims I’m the most unreadable person they’ve ever met. I took that as a compliment because it is. Rory and Dexter can’t always decipher what I’m thinking, but this girl sitting cross-legged in front of me has her ways.


"They don’t know you."


"And you do?" I had to ask, even though I wasn’t sure if I was being sassy like her or genuinely wanted confirmation.


"I’m getting there."


"Do you think you’ll ever know me? Just because you want to major in psychology doesn’t mean you’ll be able to read me."


"Whatever you say, Dominic." Genevieve swept her hair back with her fingers, letting them linger longer than necessary. "I’m thirsty. Can I please have water?"


"It’s in the kitchen."


"So?"


"Well, you can get it."


"I can’t; I’m tired."


I made the místake of locking eyes with her turbulent ones, and even though I had stared at them countless times, it knocked the breath out of me.


I still don’t understand how something so ordinary as eyes can be so disturbíngly stunning. It’s honestly an art.


Those ocean-blue eyes staring at me seemed so deep, capable of drowniñg even giants, rendering them wéak under her power. It’s one thing to have power and another to be aware of it.


Genevieve King knows the power she possesses and doesn’t hesitate to wield it.


I finally managed to drag my gaze away from her eyes, landing on her lips. An insatiable greed for something I’d never tasted overwhelmed me, forcing my eyes shut.


"You shouldn’t look at me like that. It’s the opposite of what your mouth says."


I didn’t need to ask her what she meant by that. Of course, I knew what my mouth said because I forced it to say it.


I stood up. "I’ll get you your water."


When I returned to the living room, she was gone. Just as I was about to go looking for her, my phone pinged with a message notification.


Vixen ≈ I’m at the pool.


The pool?


I quickly texted back.


Me ≈ Why are you at the pool?


Vixen ≈ I don’t know, my legs took me here.


What?


A chuckle escaped my lips as I reread her text. I typed my reply.


Me ≈ Can your legs bring you back?


Vixen ≈ Let me ask them.


A few seconds later, she sent another message.


Vixen ≈ They said no.


Me ≈ I guess we’ll have to listen to them.


Vixen ≈ Yeah, I guess so too.


I pocketed my phone in my sweatpants and strode toward the pool area with a glass of cold water. She had her back to me, facing the water.


"Here." I said as I approached her.


She turned her head, a soft smile breaking across her face. "Thanks."


"You're welcome."


"How deep is your pool?"


"About seven feet deep, why?"


"Nothing." She replied, then added, "So, have you brought any of your s£x buddies here?"


"Why don't you take a guess?"


"Dominic, just answer the question with a yes or a no."


That sounded like an order.


"No."


"No, what? No, you're not answering the question? Or no, you haven't brought any of your s€x buddies here?"


"The latter."


"Hmm."


"What?"


"Nothing."


I nudged her with my elbow, and suddenly there was a splash. My mouth fell open in surprise, a smile spreading across my face.


"You jérk!" Genevieve exclaimed, glaring at me while I struggled to contain my laughter. "Is this funny?"


Honestly? Yeah.


It was just a simple nudge. How could it have made her fall in?


"Kinda, yes."


"Well, I am glad I can be of amusement to you." Her sarcasm remained intact, even though she was now in the pool against her will.


I bit down on my lower lip to suppress the grin threatening to break free and extended my hand to her. "Here."


Her glare softened a bit as she placed her palm in mine. Her hand felt small compared to mine, and I got a little distracted observing it.


Fortunately, Genevieve was there to pull me back to reality. In this case, down to the pool. A startled gasp escaped my lips as I found myself landing in the chilly water.


"Is it funny now?" She cocked her head to the side, a smug smirk on her face.


"Not anymore."


"Good. Now we're both wet, and it's your fault."


"How is that my fault?"


"You pushed me."


"I simply nudged you."


"Well, it felt like a nudge to your six-foot self, but a push to my five-foot self."


"Well, we are even now, aren't we?"


"No. I didn't hear you say sorry."


"That's because I didn't."


"Well, you should."


"I'm not going to apologize to you."


"Dominic."


"Genevieve."


"Apologize." She said it as if giving me a choice, but without truly offering one. "Now."


I had no problem saying sorry when warranted, but she had gotten back at me, and I refused to say that word.


And I wouldn’t say it.


There was a glint in her eyes as she continued to glare at me, making me anxious about what she might do to get me to apologize.


All I knew was that whatever conclusion she reached, I'd lose, and she'd win. So I swallowed my pride and muttered, "Sorry."


She grinned after wordlessly threatening me. "Good. But I'm not sorry, though."


Now it was my turn to silently threatén her. However, my body had other plans as my arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly close.


"You are not?" I inquired, my voice lower than usual.


Genevieve looked shocked by my move at first, but her gaze slowly shifted to something more sedúctive. "No."


The urge to taste her smirking lips became unbearable. I exhaled, hoping it might relieve the desire brewing inside me; it didn’t.


The tension was thickening, our eyes locked in an unbreakable gaze. I let out another breath, causing her eyelids to flutter close.


"Dominic," she breathed.


A warning that I ignored.


Lifting one hand away from her waist, I cupped her face with it. My thumb brushed lightly against her bottom lip as my mind wandered, imagining how delicious she would taste.


Someone as beautiful as her was bound to taste wonderful—like the most tempting forbiddén fruit.


The rational part of my brain desperately tried to stop me from making a místake, but for once, the irrational part won.


Fúck it.


Tucking some wet strands of hair behind her ear, I noticed her breathing become unsteady.


She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. She could close the distance between our lips, but she wanted me to take the lead.


Genevieve King didn't want to force herself on me, even though she knew I was wéak when it came to resisting her.


For once in my life, I wanted to kiss a girl so bàdly I thought I might go cràzy.


That thought didn’t deter me, though, as I slowly inched closer to claim her lips.


TBC📖✍️


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