TWO Part POV

Bria POV:

Back at Caius's house, I decided that for the the time being I was going to focus on my studies and try to forget the absolute mess that was my family but, the minute I had taken my laptop out of my bag and made myself comfortable on the bed , the door opened and Caius entered dressed in a suit .

" weh yah guh?" , I asked then almost regretted it instantly because why did I even think I was in the position to asked that? We still hadn't even established what this was yet or spoken about what happened last night in general.

" work " , he answered his eyes on mine and I lowered my gaze . He looked good, really good and now I felt disgusted with myself. This wasn't any ordinary man, he was a killer , a person with no emotions at least that's what I had thought but, now , I felt conflicted because I didn't know how it was possible to felt attraction to him and I had watched him killed people infront of me and tried to kill me too.

" Caius wi need fi talk. Last night..", I started but, he crossed the room in three strides and took my face in his hand , his thumb resting against the pulse beating in my throat while his other finger gently stroked my cheek.

" last night a weh mi neva get fi experience fi 2 fucking years Bria . Eh nuh matta wah yuh think, yuh belong wid me and nuhun nah guh eva change that as long as mi live. Now just focus pon wah yuh have fi do and get yuh degree ", he said and then his thumb gently caressed my bottom lip as his eyes studied the action,

" just rest todeh cause yuh nah guh get none none tonight", and then he left the room leaving me stunned because what did he mean ? I couldn't handle another night like last night, I was still a bit sore because I hadn't expected him to be that big . Of course I had never had sex before last night to be the judge of what is big or small but, Caius had a huge dick and the length wasn't the only concern either, it was thick .

Around 5 in the evening after I had just came out of the shower and was about to get dressed, my phone rang .Caius .

" yes?"

" get ready am taking you out" , and my brows raised in surprise. He knew how to do that? What had happened to the man I had met initially or was this still a part of his manipulation? If it was , I was going to kill him .

" Bria?", his voice cut through the phone interrupting my thoughts.

" ok" , I said and the call ended . I did as he had instructed and got ready for whatever he had planned and I almost laugh when I realised that we had done everything backwards because I had slept with him before he had done the right thing and took me on a date but, that wasn't my fault because what was I supposed to do? Jump onto him the moment he had taken me hostage and go out to dinner ? We hated each other, still did but, it was hate mixed with something else and it made our rela...what the hell? What did we have together? How old was this man even?

I paused in curling my hair as I actually thought about it. I knew he was older but, I hoped it wasn't that big of an age gap probably 3 or 4 the maxed , otherwise I wouldn't be able to look at myself in the mirror the same . He arrived at around 6 but, he didn't enter my room immediately and I figured he took some time to get ready . When he finally entered I was adding lip gloss over my lips and I stared at him , like actually steared.

He was wearing a dark suit, tailored to perfection, hugging every inch of his tall, muscular frame. The fabric clung to his broad shoulders and tapered along his sculpted arms, the ink on his hands peeking out from beneath the cuffs.

My eyes trailed along the tattoos curling over his knuckles, and a shiver ran down my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach as my thoughts turned sinful. Those hands... those perfectly sculpted hands... I wanted no, needed them wrapped around my throat, pressing just enough to make me feel owned, possessed. Wah the actual hell Bria Tomlinson? Control yuhself .

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

He looked like sin, pure, unfiltered temptation standing in my bedroom, daring me to do things . His blue eyes were electrifying, gleaming beneath the low light, framed by dark lashes that made them look even more hypnotic. The suit made them pop, the rich color enhancing the icy blue that watched me with a dark hunger, like a predator sizing up his prey.

I couldn't look away, couldn't breathe. He took a step towards me , his movements slow and deliberate, every inch of him screaming power and dominance. My knees almost gave out and my pulse quickened, heat flushing through my body. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as I fought the urge to close the distance between us , to feel his skin on mine , to taste him.

God, I wanted him... desperately.

My heart thudded painfully against my ribcage, my fingers itching to reach out and touch him, to feel the strength hidden beneath that suit, to mark him as mine just as he had marked my soul. But I stood frozen, trapped under the weight of his gaze, burning with a need and desire so fierce it made my head spin.

I was losing myself in him... and I didn't care.

Caius POV:

I paused outside her bedroom door, my hand hovering over the handle . I took a breath, steadying myself. It was just a date. Just a night out. I could handle that. I was Caius Romanov , for fuck's sake. Nothing rattled me.

But as I turned the handle and stepped inside, all the air left my lungs.

She stood in front of the mirror, her back to me, her body framed by the warm glow of the vanity lights. The dress was red, bold and sinful, wrapping around her curves like it was made just for her. The fabric hugged her waist, flaring slightly at her hips, stopping just above her knees. But it was the back, or lack of one, that froze me in place.

Her caramel skin glowed, flawless and bare, the dress plunging low, exposing the delicate line of her spine. I watched the way her shoulder blades moved as she adjusted her hair, the muscles shifting beneath her smooth skin.

My mouth went dry.

The dress clung to her like a second skin, heart-shaped cups cradling her breasts, pushing them up just enough to make my fingers itch. The way the red contrasted against her complexion... it was like temptation itself had taken human form. My human form.

I didn't realize I was staring until she turned her head and her eyes met mine . Her lips parted, a soft intake of breath, and my gaze dropped to her mouth, glossy and full, painted a shade darker than the dress. My jaw clenched.

She turned to face me , her hands nervously smoothing the fabric over her hips. "Is it... too much? Honestly mi neva sure wah fi guh wid ....", her voice trailed off as I stopped listening still in a trance.

Too much? It was too fucking perfect. Too devastating. Too... hers.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I felt like I had been punched in the chest, the air stolen from my lungs.

My body reacted on instinct, heat curling low and dangerous.

She took a step closer , her heels clicking against the floor, and I watched the way her legs moved, the muscles in her thighs tightening beneath the fabric. My eyes followed the hemline, lingering on the expanse of bare skin it left exposed. I swallowed, my throat tight.

She was saying something, her voice soft, uncertain. I should probably listen. But all I could focus on was the way her chest rose and fell, the way the dress hugged the swell of her breasts. The way they were perfectly framed, like a goddamn masterpiece meant to ruin me.

She touched my arm, her fingers delicate, warm against my skin.

"Caius?"

My eyes snapped to hers, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. There was innocence there, a softness that made my chest ache. She had no idea what she was doing to me . No clue of the fire she was stoking.

I took a step closer, my body moving on its own. Her perfume wrapped around me , sweet and intoxicating. It was all I could do not to reach out, to touch, to feel.

My fingers twitched, my hands curling into fists at my sides. Control. I needed to control myself, but how could I when she was standing there, looking at me like that?

My voice came out rough, low.

"You're perfect".

Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing. She looked away, her lashes brushing against her skin.

" then your mouth sweet eh but, thank you".

I wanted to kiss her. Right there, right then. To ruin that lipstick, to see it smeared across my mouth, my skin.

I wanted to taste her, to feel her body against mine to see if that dress looked as good on the floor as it did on her.

My jaw tightened, my teeth grinding together. I wanted too much.

But tonight wasn't about that. There would be time for that later , we had the whole night. Tonight was about showing her something else, something I didn't even understand. Something that terrified me.

I cleared my throat, dragging my eyes away, forcing myself to breathe.

" ready?"

She nodded, her eyes still on me, curious and bright. " yes"

I wasn't. Not even close.

But I held out my hand , and when she took it, her touch warm and delicate, I knew one thing for certain. I was completely and utterly ruined.

Half an hour later...

I watched her eyes widen as we entered into the restaurant. Her lips parted, and she glanced around, taking in the grandeur of the place, the sparkling chandeliers casting a golden glow, the soft classical music drifting through the air, and the rooftop view overlooking the shimmering ocean below. It was breathtaking, even I had to admit that much.

I had booked the entire restaurant, every table left empty except for the one set for two on the rooftop terrace. Rose petals were scattered across a pristine white tablecloth, and two flickering candles cast a warm, romantic glow.

I watched her took it all in, saw the moment realization dawned on her beautiful face.

"Yuh... yuh book the whole place?" Her voice was a whisper, her eyes searching mine , a mix of awe and confusion swimming in those deep brown depths.

I nodded once, my jaw tight.

"Mi nuh like share", especially when she was wearing a dress like that and looked that good, I was the only one allowed to see her like that.

A faint smile tugged at her lips, and I watched as her shoulders relaxed, her body losing some of its tension. She looked at me, really looked at me , and for a moment, I felt... exposed. Vulnerable. It made my muscles coil, instinct urging me to withdraw, to go cold and distant like I always did, but I didn't. I stayed right there and held my gaze, letting her see me, just this once.

I offered my arm, and she hesitated before looping hers through mine.

Her touch was light, warm, and my heart stumbled, my chest tightening with an unfamiliar sensation. It was uncomfortable, unsettling, and I didn't like it. But when she looked up at mr with those wide, trusting eyes, I felt my resolve crack, and I led her to the table without a word.

We sat under the night sky, stars scattered across a velvety black canvas, the ocean breeze rustling her hair. I watched her tuck a strand behind her ear, her fingers delicate and graceful. She was beautiful, achingly so and it irritated me how much I noticed, how much I needed her. But more than that... I wanted to protect her, to see her smile, to make her happy. It was absurd, irrational, and completely foreign to me. I didn't do soft or gentle, didn't care about anyone... , never had before and now......

I clenched my fists under the table, fighting against the unfamiliar emotions. This was dangerous. She was dangerous. She made me felt... things. Things I hadn't felt in years.

"You really didn't have to do all a this", she said softly, breaking into my thoughts. "It's... it's beautiful".

I didn't know how to respond to that, didn't know how to explain that I needed to do this, that I needed to see her smile, to make her feel special. So, I shrugged, keeping my expression neutral.

" concern seh mi aguh guh bruck affa this ?"

A laugh slipped past her lips, light and musical, and something inside me tightened painfully. I watched her, mesmerized by the way her eyes sparkled, the way her shoulders shook with laughter. It was beautiful... she was beautiful... and for the first time in my life, I wanted to do more than just take. I wanted to give.

" this aguh sound a way and I promise its not meant to be offensive but, how old are you Caius?", she asked and I grinned knowing she was going to have a heart failure with this one.

" 26" I replied and watched as her eyes went wide as she steared at me.

" Relax Bria , it's just a number " but, she didn't blink for a good mintue and then she said "damn, mi affi guh repent " and I grinned knowing what I had planned after this , " you will".

The evening continued, and I found myself relaxing, my guard lowering with each passing moment. I listened to her talk, watched the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, the way her cheeks flushed when she was embarrassed.

I found myself laughing too, the sound strange and unfamiliar to my own ears.

This... this wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to feel this way, wasn't supposed to care. But when she reached across the table and placed her hand over mine , her touch warm and soft, I felt my world tilted on its axis.

My fingers curled around hers, holding on just a little too tightly, my jaw clenched as I fought the urge to pull her into my arms and never let go. I didn't know how this had happened, didn't know how she had managed to slipped past my defenses, but as I looked at her, really looked at her, I realized I didn't care.

For the first time in my life, I didn't care about the danger, didn't care about the consequences. All I cared about was her... and I was starting to realize I might actually like it.

OK suh mi did really wah fi include the altar scene inna this but, it would be too long so I will just dedicate one whole chapter to that. Yes one whole chapter fi dem sinful and unruly behaviour lol 😂. Anyways remember to vote, comment and share the story.  Also the song for this chapter is important so don't take it lightly 👀 , Love unu 🫶❤️.