Chapter 8: A gripping sensation
Belle’s POV
He licked his lower lips subconsciously and then peep at me through his lashes.
"Miles isn't someone i'd suggest for you_"
"I don't mind" I muffled as he wasn't leaving my side and sweat beads on my forehead.
Is he doing this on purpose? His palms were still on my shoulders and I lifted my eyes to look at him.
His face was closer to mine and it looks as though we were about to kiss in this position.
We were speechless with only our eyes reading each other's expression.
"He has his flaws miss belle and I believe you deserve someone better" he whispers patting me mildly on the shoulder and then returned to his seat.
"A belle must meet her beast and I'm willing to accept it" I narrate with determination in my eyes while my eyes were charged at him.
He scoffed and took that glass again like he was addicted to it. He studied me and I knew for a gentleman, he wouldn't want me to get hurt.
But trust me, I know what I am signing up for. If he can say that about miles, I'm certain he knows who he truly is, a monster.
"This isn't a fairytale..."
"I know the consequences mr Cole, please fix me with miles, I just want to belong to your family"
He was baffled and then threw his gaze up and down.
"There's nothing special about my family miss belle, trust me" he explains but he should know once I set my mind on something, I don't back down.
There was an awkward silence between us as he licked his lips subconsciously again.
I placed a piteous face, seeming innocent and taunting that he got puzzled and had to avoid my look.
"Fine, i'd fix you up with him"
I took one last glance at him in his car. He had taken the honor to drive me home.
Despite my refusal, he claims it's his treat. He sure knows how to make a heartbroken lady not hate him.
His warm smile as he gestured to me to take care and then drove off. I adjusted his coat on me and then sniffed.
My eyes followed his car until he was out of sight. Now, I have to get prepared for a wedding which doesn't sound like a bad idea.
Turning around to get in, I found father waiting for me at the entrance door.
He looked sick that I was gone for that long and he couldn't reach me because I decided to turn off my phone.
"Belle can you at least tell me when you're coming late"
"That's all gonna stop when I'm married right?" I mused walking pass him but he held my arm and drew me back to face him.
"He said yes?" He asked his face etch with an uncertainty.
"Why do you sound surprised? Didn't you want me out?"
He let go of my hand and then folded his lips while rubbing his face with a palm.
He intended to say something but just want silent and smiled.
"I know he is the best for you, I'm excited that at least someone would take your mind off..."
"It's miles I'm getting married to"
"What!" He screeches like I just uttered the most insane thing.
"Why do you sound like I'm getting married to the devil?" I asked poised to learn about what he knows about mile who I strongly believe is Julius.
What do everyone know about miles?
"You're not getting married to him, never!" He declared with rage in his eyes as he gnashed his teeth.
We won't even last for a month because I would have killed him then. It's best he stop reacting.
"Of course I am and no one is stopping that"
"Belle! Stop acting stubborn, you had a fight with him earlier what makes you think he wouldn't try to hurt you?"
"That's what makes it fun, our zeal to kill each other" i barked back and shoved his hand away from me.
"I can't avoid to lose you" he said in low tone as his eyes were teary. I understand, being his daughter must mean a lot.
However, from his lips, it sounded like a confession, like he wants to own me to himself.
"No one can kill me, remember" I pointed out beneath my breath as I lowered my eyes to his shirt.
He wasn't fully buttoned up and part of his chest was revealing, like he wants to seduce me.
However, I must be thinking this way because of the period. Around this period is the mating season for wolves, that's why I'm suddenly drawn to men.
I just want to go inside, locked myself up and fuck with my libido, not a physical man.
I tried to walk away again but then he was still holding on to me.
"But what if...what if he can Belle"
I grabbed his lips and threw my hands over his shoulders. I was literally screaming in my heart that he is my father.
His hot body enveloped me as he had placed his strong arms around my waist. I felt so small, squeezed in his arms while we exchanged breath.
I twirl his lips hard, clashes his tongue and when I realized myself, I pulled out of his hold and covered my mouth.
"I_i never meant..."
Our lips smeared again and this time he was taking control as he slammed on the wall close by.
I groan in his mouth. He placed his palms on the back of my hips as he lifts he high.
I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and I could feel his dick on my pussy.
Just that kiss was already making me so wet. We need to stop but he wants to have me badly.
Has he been waiting for a move first?
"We need to stop dad" I whispered gasping as lust rings in my mind.
"Stepdad"
His declaration made my heart stop, my chest hurts straight to the back.
"It's just a night belle and you know we want each other"
Even when I intend to roll out a word, I couldn't as he got me now. It only proof that he knows my feelings for him.
"But I'd belong to someone now, why did you suggest the marriage?" I asked as he curved his on arm over my head and grab my jaw to look at him straight in the eyes.
I expected an answer but an ardent kiss was his reply. This time around, he was stealing my breath away.
While he kissed me in that position, he moved with me inside the house, slamming the door gently.
We exchanged fluids hitting our teeth, chewed out lips and fondled each other skin with our fingers.
I didn't even know where we were heading to because he had occupied my head but then my butt was sitting on a table now and he terminated the kiss to deal swiftly with my dress.
I was scared because this would be my first time having sex with someone after the experience with the boy bands and with none other than the man I call my father.
I was left with just my bra and underwear. I felt the sensation of a trapdoor opening in my belly.