REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
CHAPTER 87 & 88.
THE FIGHT FOR CONTROL. FEELINGS BEYOND CONTROL.
The next day, Tesiera threw herself into an intense workout in the mansion’s gym. She channeled her energy and frustrations into each calculated movement. The rhythmic thud of her fists against the punching bag echoed through the room, it was like a reflection of the storm that raged within her.
After her rigorous workout, Tesiera transitioned to one of the training rooms. She honed her skills, focusing on the precision of each strike, on delivering each technique to perfection. Her moves were smooth, relentless.
With every jab, every kick, she sought an outlet for the emotions that threatened to consume her. Each strike, each twist, was a release of pent-up emotions that had been building within her since the moment she had undressed and slept with Kracus.
She refused to give room to the thoughts of him that built in her head, refused to think about those feelings he aroused in her. Instead, she buried herself to her training, hoping on the activities and the physical exertion that came from them to distract her thoughts.
It was a good thing that Kracus worked from home today; there was no need for her to run into him. No need to be in his presence, to breath in his scent.
She loved breathing in his scent.
Fuck, she was doing it again.
Tesiera gritted her teeth and increased the punches she aimed at the punching bag.
She lost track of time. Hours passed, the sun sinking beyönd the horizon, casting long shadöws across the mansion. As evening settled in, Tesiera found herself standing by the window of the training room, her gaze distant as she watched the world outside.
She knew she was avoiding Kracus. She hated to admit it but the intensity of their connection scared her. The vulnerability it brought to the surface, unlike anything she’d ever experienced, threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls she had built around herself since the death of her father.
She had always believed that solitude was her sânctuary, that distance was her shîeld. And yet, the more she tried to distance herself from Kracus, the stronger the pull became.
Tesiera let out a sigh, her fingers brûshing against the glass. She knew she couldn’t keep avoiding him forever. The choice lay before her—to confront the new emotions she had been suppressing or to continue running from them. Either way, she hated both choices.
REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
Later that night, the mansion was clôaked in darkness as Tesiera did her routine patrol after having dinner and freshening up. Zeus’s bark filled the air, coming from the Left Wing.
Tesiera’s steps were silent, her movements graceful as she made her rounds. The soft rustling of leaves undérfoot and the distant chirping of crickets formed a sûbtle melody that accompanied her as she ventured along the edgés of the property, and down the garden paths. The night breeze whîspered through the brañches, carrying with it an almöst mystical aura.
A calm feeling embraced her, offering the first taste of peace and serenity today. Despite her exhaustion from her from all day gym workout and training, her senses stayed alert.
After the perimeter checks outside, she made her way back into the mansion through the grand entrance. As she ascended a sweeping staircase, her footsteps silent.
She was already standing by Kracus’s bedroom door before it dawned on her where her footsteps led her to.
Motherfucker.
Cursing inwardly, she hesitated, her gaze fixed on the door. A soft light spilled from the crack beneath it, casting a wärm glow into the hallway. Tesiera’s heart quickened as she debated whether to enter or not.
Quietly, she pushed the door open just enough to peer inside. Kracus sat at his desk, engrossed in his work. The way he commanded the room, his focused expression…the way that slim top clung to his biceps, he was a sight to behold.
Tesiera fixed her gaze on him. Leaning against the doorframe, she watched him. she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, captivated by his presence. She was doing it again, dammit!
Cursing inwardly, she turned to go.
“Come inside, Tesiera.” Kracus’s deep voice stopped her in her tracks. In an even gentler tone, he added, “Stop running.”
She remained facing away from him, “I don’t run, doc. Ever.” And she really doesn’t. Tesiera can’t remember ever running from a situation. Except now.
She despised these unfamiliar thoughts and surges of emotions. The loss of complete control over herself frustrated her. This man was too dangerous for her.
“Prove it. Come in and close the door behind you,” Kracus coaxed, his voice soothing.
“I don’t need to prove anything to you,” Tesiera shot back in a low, controlled voice.
“You’re right,” he conceded.
Silence settled between them. Only interrupted by the ticking of a nearby clock.
Finally, Tesiera turned and entered his office. With a soft click, she closed the door behind her, then turned to face him.
Kracus’s gaze was locked on her. The document he’d been reading hanging in his raised hand, before he gently lowered it to the desk. He took off his reading glasses and set them down too. Then, he focused fully on her.
It did things to Tesiera’s inside to have his complete attention like that. She was dressed in her usual leather attire and boots, but felt exposed under his scrutiny. Naked.
Maintaining her blank composure, she met his gaze head-on.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he accused, quietly.
“Yes, I have.” She admitted firmly.
Kracus wasn’t expecting that admission. But then again, he shouldn’t be surprised; she was Tesiera after all.
“Why?” He kept his voice low.
Her eyebrows shot up accusingly. “I think you know why, doc.”
“I don’t,” he had an idea, but he wanted to hear it from her. “Please, tell me.”
A pause. “You make me feel things I’m not used to. It’s unsettling, and I hate them.” She stated matter-of-factly.
One of the reasons he really liked her was because she spoke her mind. Tesiera didn’t beat around the bush; she said exactly what she thought.
“I feel the same way you do, Tesiera,” he admitted. He could be honest too. “But I don’t hate it.”
“You should, it’s disgusting.” she deadpanned.
From someone else, such words might have hurt, but not with Tesiera. Instead, his lips twitched. If she felt enough of it to find it ‘disgusting,’ it meant she must feel strongly for him ashe did for her. She had been on his mind all day long.
Wanting to shift the topic, even temporarily, he decided to bring up something else that had been on his mind. “There’s something I want to share. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”
“What is it?” she asked.
“I want to help you get justice for your father’s killers. I know experts who can find the other two responsible. I just need any bit of info you might have.”
Tesiera’s brows furrowed. “Why do you want to do that?”
She was genuinely confused.
“I just do. They killed your father, and they should pay for it. I want to help.”
“No,” she said firmly, “it’s my battle. I’ll face it on my own.” Besides Big Cat, nobody had ever offered to fight her battles for her, and though it felt strange in a good way, she was accustomed to dealing with her problems alone. “I’ll handle it my way.”
Kracus took a deep breath, “I understand you’re more than capable of taking on your problems, Siera, but I want to assist in whatever way I can. I can explore areas you might not reach, and I have connections in high places. There are two remaining culprits to be caught, and I want to help catch—”
“Three,” she interrupted, “There are three culprits to be caught. I still don’t believe your half-brother is dead.”
Kracus nodded slowly, considering her words. “I share your doubts. However, it’s been seven years since the claim of his death in a gunfight. A part of me believes it—it’s unlikely for Cullian to remain hidden for so long.” Kracus’s jaw tensed as he spoke of him, “But, my men have never stopped searching.”
“They shouldn’t. Unless we find his body, he’s still alive,” Tesiera affirmed, stepping further into the room until she stood before his desk.
“We?” The frown on his face melted away as Kracus grinned, “Does this mean you’ll accept my help?”
That smile again. It makes her knees feel weak, Tesiera thought, her own expression turning into a frown.
“Stop smiling,” she muttered, scowling.
“Why? Is there something wrong with my face?” He inquired, momentarily confused. Then, realization dawned upon him. His smile transformed into a broad grin, and a playful spark lit up his eyes. “You like my smile, don’t you?”
“I don’t. It’s disgusting.” she replied matter-of-factly.
Kracus burst out laughing, unable to help himself. The sound filled the room. God, she was cute in an unusual way.
Butterflies spread out in her lower belly, and Tesiera’s frown deepened. “You’re ugly when you laugh. Don’t do it.”
Kracus’s response was to rise from his chair. He approached her, closing the distance between them. Tesiera visibly tensed, her body going taut with every step he took toward her.
But that only made Kracus more determined. He stopped in front of her and enveloped her in a hug, his strong arms encircling her securely. “You’re so beautiful.” He drawled.
“What the hell are you doing, doc? Get away from him.” Tesiera said that as an order but instead it came out whispery and breathless.
For the first time today, her body felt warm simply by being in his arms. Unbiddenly, she inhaled deeply, drawing his scent deep into her lungs.
She wanted to burrow deeper into him. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him tight. Heavens, something was really wrong with her.
Tesiera brought her hands up and shoved him away. “Keep your distance away from me or I swear to God, I will—”
Kracus closed the distance again, but this time, his lips enveloped hers in a passionate kiss.
The kiss was deliberate, unhurried…a dance of longing, and desire. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world.
Kracus took his time, coaxing her lips, rolling it repeated into the mouth.
“Oh, hell,” she sighed helplessly. The fight drained out of her, and with a soft, tortured moan, she melted against him.
Their lips moved in rhythm, creating a symphony of sensations coursing through them.
Fuck. The taste of each her lips was intoxicating, Kracus had waited so long to feel them again. He kissed her like a starving man, while his fingers traced a gentle path down her back, sending shivers in their wake. His embrace tightened, drawing her even closer.
He eased back slightly, his intense gaze locking onto hers. “You’re incredibly beautiful,” he murmured, appreciatively. He’d never get tired of complimenting her.
Their lips met again, and as the kiss intensified, Kracus guided her steps backward, until her back met the solid surface of the wall. The sensation of her against him made his dîck harden in his pants. He pressed her gently but firmly, allowing the wall to support her as his tongue delved deeper into her mouth.
Suddenly, Tesiera took charge. In a swift move, she reversed their positions. Kracus found himself pressed against the wall. As is if a switch has been flipped, Tesiera practically unleashed her desire upon him.
Her tongue ravaged his, her lips swallowed his. He was consumed by her and everything around him, all his senses was filled with her. She pulled away from the kiss, only to plant kisses on his nose, eyelids, and down to his neck.
“You’ve got no idea how much havoc you’re creating in my life, doc. No idea at all,” she whispered, glaring at him, a mix of desire and frustration burning in her eyes.
Kracus could guess, because she was doing the same to his life. But he figured it must be tougher for her, because she was…Tesiera.
Her body held tension, yet her touches were tender. He let her take charge of the moment, sensing her need for it. He didn’t care how he had her; he’d take her any way he could get her.
Her fingers trailed appreciatively across his strong shoulders, down to his chest, and lower, until she cupped his erection through his jeans. She broke the kiss and drew back slightly, locking her brown eyes with his gray ones.
“You had your fun last time, doc. Now it’s my turn.” She smirked, a wicked glint in her eyes.
Those words had no right sounding as erotic as they did. Kracus went from being partially aroused to fully erect in seconds.
“Mmh, looks like someone really likes that idea,” she commented, her grip tightening slightly.
A surge of pleasure shot through him, and he couldn’t help but let out a groan. “I definitely do.”
“Good,” she nodded towards the couch, “Let’s move over there.”
Kracus never thought he’d willingly surrender control so easily, but he found himself enjoying this side of her. You’d probably enjoy everything as long as it come from her, his mind chimed in.
And his mind were right.
Reaching the couch, Tesiera settled down and leaned against it. She patted her thighs, a clear invitation. “Come closer.”
Okay, maybe not everything. Kracus winced, “I’m definitely not sitting on your lap.”
For the first time, Kracus witnessed a true smile on her lips. Not a smirk, not a mocking grin, not the wicked expression she wears while she inflicts torture on her victims—no, this was a genuine, heartfelt smile.
It was breathtaking. She was breathtaking.
He loved that smile so much that, for a fleeting moment, he genuinely contemplated taking a seat on her lap. If it meant seeing her smile like that again, he’d do it.
“I don’t mean my lap, you dummy,” she straightened, adjusting a bit until she sat at the edge of the couch. Her gaze slowly lifted and held his, “How about you come closer, and lean against my face, Dr. Kracussian Kingston? I’m gonna take you on a ride you’ve never had before.”
REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
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