I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

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Georgia’s POV

His hand cased slightly from my mouth, but his arm remained locked around my waist, holding me captive.

“You have a choice tonight,” he continued, his voice a silken threat. “You can fight me. Make a scene. Terrify that sweet old woman who thinks I’m your savior.” He paused, letting the implication hang in the air. “Or… you can be quiet. And let me collect another payment on that debt you owe me.”

“I don’t owe you anything.” I whispered back.

He chuckled against my ear. “Oh, Georgia,” he murmured. “Such a selective memory.” He spun me around to face him, his hands finding mine, lacing his fingers tightly through mine, trapping them. “Have you already forgotten setting my enemy free? Putting my entire operation at risk? That was barely a day ago. Or does your betrayal not count as a debt in your little rulebook?”

Damn him. He always had an answer, always twisted things back on me. He was right. I had made a choice. And this was the consequence!

“Let go of me,” I pleaded, trying to pull my hands free, ut his grip was like iron.

“Just one kiss,” he whispered, his eyes dark and intense, searching mine. “That’s the price for tonight. One kiss.”

I stared at him, my mind racing. He could do so much worse. He could hurt me. He could hurt Louiella. He could drag me back to that basement. But he was asking for… a kiss? It felt like a trap, a game. But maybe it was the least painful way out of this immediate confromation.

I swallowed hard, the knot of fear in my stomach tightening. “Alright,” I whispered, hating the tremor in my voice. “One kiss…”

His eyes lit up with a dark, possessive triumph. He didnt wait for another word. His mouth descended on mine, firm and demanding. His tongue immediately traced the seam of my lips, pushing for entrance. Hesitantly, reluctantly, my mouth parted.

The moment our tongues touched, it was like a lit mate hitting gasoline. The kiss exploded. It wasn’t gentle like the first time, nor possessive like the second.

He devoured my mouth, his tongue exploring, claiming demanding a response, He nibbled gently on my lower lip, then sucked it softly before moving to my upper lip, then plunged back into my mouth, kissing me with a desperate, breathless intensity that left no room for thought, no room for resistance.

My breath hitched, then stopped altogether. The world outside the circle of his arms ceased to exist.

There was only the heat, the pressure, the intoxicating ste of him, My mind screamed no, but my body… my body sang yes.

Against all reason, against every instinct for self-preservation, I found myself kissing him back, my own. long-dormant hunger rising to meet his, lost in a kiss that felt like drowning and being saved all at the same time.

“Estevan…” The name was a breathless whisper against his lips when he finally let me come up for air. My head was spinning. “Aren’t… aren’t you finished?”

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He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his own dark and hazy with desire. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. “You agreed to one kiss, Georgia, he murmured roughly, “You never specified when it had to end.”

Before I could even protest the infuriating loophole, his mouth was on mine again, just as demanding, just as consuming. His hands weren’t idle; they roamed my body with a possessive confidence that made my skin tingle and my breath catch.

One hand slid down my back, gripping my waist firmly pulling me impossibly closer against the hard lines. of his body.

The other traced the curve of my hip, then moved higher, his fingers splaying possessively across my ribs, just beneath my breast.

He kissed me like I was oxygen, like he was starving and I was the only thing that could sustain him. And I…. I just melted. All the fight, all the resolve, all the years of disciplined control dissolved under the heat of his touch.

My arms, which should have been pushing him away, somehow found their way around his neck, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer.

What is wrong with me? The thought was a distant, franic echo in the back of my mind. I’m a soldier. Trained. Disciplined. I know how to neutralize a threat,

I know how to fight. But when it came to him, all my training, all my strength, just… vanished. I was reduced to this – pliant, weak, and stupidly, desperately wanting the very thing I knew could destroy me!

I finally pulled away from him, breathing hard. My bod was shaking, and my lips felt sore.

He just stood there, watching me. He licked his bottom ip slowly. His eyes looked dark and full of wanting. He glanced at the bed, where I had put the pillows down the middle.

He laughed a little, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “I see you put up a wall,” he said. He ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed, like he was really annoyed. He turned and walked to the bathroom. “You know,” he said, stopping at the door, “it hurts a lot… wanting something you can’t have.”

My eyes accidentally looked down at his pants. I saw the big bulge there. Oh, God. My face got super hot, and I looked away fast, staring hard at the ceiling.

The bathroom door closed. I was alone in the quier roo. My heart was still beating fast, and my body felt weirdly hot and shaky.

What am I doing? I sat on my side of the bed. He was right there, just behind that door. Part of me wanted to run away. Lock the door. Hide. But another part of me just stayed there.

Okay, just breathe. I took a shaky breath. He stopped, H went to the bathroom. Maybe he wouldn’t try anything else tonight. Maybe if I jus

pretended to be asleep…

Yes. Sleep. I quickly got under the covers and pulled them up high, turning my back to the bathroom. Just go to sleep. I shut my eyes tight and tried to lie still, listening to sounds from the bathroom. Tomorrow is a new day, I told myself. He can’t keep doing this. If I keep saying no, he has to leave me alone. He has to!

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