It's Your Turn To Cry and Beg, Dear Uncle
Chapter 46: It Beats For You Now

Chapter 46: It Beats For You Now

"What do you say, sweetheart?" he asked provocatively, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate ease. "I assure you, I’m an excellent teacher."

Kyra was at a loss for words. In that moment, she somewhat understood what Valeria meant by a beautifully dangerous beast and how one might find themselves attracted to it despite all the warning signs.

Because right now, although the man had encroached upon her territory bringing all the risk and danger with him, she couldn’t help but be distracted by his unparalleled beauty. So, instead of resisting, she ever so foolishly permitted him to approach deeper.

She watched in daze while he undid the top buttons of his shirt. Every move was made in deliberate attempt to seduce. The way his eyes peered into her as he did so, swimming deeper and deeper into the ocean of her eyes, it felt as though he was undoing her instead.

Helplessly innocent, the young woman easily fell prey to the temptation, curiosity and the once tasted pleasure clouded her judgment. She was slowly lulled into the prison of his embrace.

The corner of his lips curved into a devilish smirk as one by one his button became untangled, his shirt undone, giving her free view of his well-sculpted abs. Her mind instantly went haywire.

"Would you like to touch it?" He whispered. His cool peppermint breath spilled onto her face, dying her cheeks adorably red.

Her eyes grew watery as she glanced at him cautiously, unaware that this simple act had unknowingly ignited a fire within him. How even the smallest gestures and most unexpected reactions could affect him so deeply left him utterly vexed. In that moment, he couldn’t help but wonder: which one of them was the real dangerous beast?

In the end, the man noticed the little woman moving her hand. As if they were crossing an unknown region, her fingers ventured carefully from his arm to his shoulder before slowly finding their way to his broad, firm chest.

She was utterly surprised by how vastly different men to women. Her interest was immediately piqued as the previously hesitant move disappeared.

She ever so courageously left her traces along his abs, caressing each line and muscle, while the man held back the pleasure from leaving his lips. However, despite his restraint, he eventually fell onto the crook of her neck, letting out a deep ravenous groan.

Following that, his raspy voice rang close to her ear, "You should stop now, little one, because after this the lesson will teach you the dangerous part of engaging a beast."

In that instance, every hair on Kyra’s body stood on its end. His fingers found its course on top of her stomach and every touch sent a shiver coursing through her skin.

"Only if your curiosity reaches the taste of pleasure behind that curtain, can you explore more of mine."

He gently kissed her earlobe before ambiguously insinuating, "By then, I will teach you the beauty in pain as well."

With that, Kyra snapped out of her reverie and pushed the man away at his bare chest. The warmth of his temperature under her palms sent her blushing even more.

"Time’s up! L-Let’s stop the lesson here!" The little lamb stuttered out of nervousness. These lessons were truly not good for the health of her heart. She should make an effort to avoid it from now on.

When she noticed that the man didn’t budge from her pushing, her pupils dilated. She guardedly looked up at the man, only to be met with his pair of dark eyes akin to a pool of abyss.

"I..." she stammered again. "I-It’s not an e-effective learning if y-you pile everything into one lesson!"

Her voice became louder towards the end of her sentence. The intense shame drew her eyes shut, hence she missed the playful smirk dancing on the man’s lips. In fact, he was on the verge of laughter when Kyra had said time’s up. It was quite cute of her to take the lesson so seriously even though he initially only meant to tease her.

In any case, he wouldn’t go all the way in such a place. The timing and the setting couldn’t be more dreadful. It would be a traumatic experience instead of a meaningful one if he had done it here.

So, even as he was drowning with desire last night, that intention had never once crossed his mind. He was merely caught off-guard by how disarming her very presence turned out to be after he had finally succumbed to his feelings. Perhaps he had always been bothered by her shadow from the beginning, but he just never deigned to acknowledge it. He had dismissed it as nothing but a protective feeling towards a junior.

James moved his fingers to gently caress her cheek. His tender touch invited her attention back to him.

"Don’t worry. Your man might be a pervert but he’s not a mindless beast."

Kyra was once again rendered speechless. Why is it that his every word has to sound so ambiguous??? Is it a force of habit?

Never had she seen such a side from James. Even when he was close to a girl in the past, he remained the same kind and reserved man. The type that felt like an older brother where they would date you in a protective and innocent kind of way. Hence, she had always thought that James was the gentlemanly type of boyfriend, and a girl would feel like a princess in his arms.

But when he finally and truly fell, the man turned out to be wilder than he looked. The type that would constantly wreck her heart in havoc, pounding fiercely from both nervousness and excitement. The type that would keep her guessing what he would do next, prowling like a beast that was ready to strike her when she least expected it.

Yet, he coddled her just the same, loving her in a way she had never seen him done to others. Doting her in a way that she began to question if he had ever loved Lila.

She was entranced, overwhelmed by his sudden change. This gentleness that seemed fragile so easily melted his coldness and slowly chipped the familial ties between them. As easy as it came, she couldn’t help but wonder if his love was true or did it come with conditions.

Still, she hopelessly melted under his persuasion.

James smiled as he laid sideways beside her with one arm supporting his head. Meanwhile, his other hand played with her hair, curling and twisting it in between his fingers.

Kyra pursed her lips. "You shouldn’t do that."

The man raised an eyebrow. He chuckled. "You’re not giving me much leeway here. I’m not allowed to be intimate with you and I’m also not allowed to even touch a strand of your hair?"

"Then, tell me," he leaned in, whispering as he stroked her cheek. "How should I dote on you so that you may be pleased? You’ve got to give me the road map here, Darling."

As he so endearingly called her, his thumb brushed her ruddy lips, setting her heart into small fireworks.

"I-It’s not that..." she looked away and pulled her blanket out of reflex to hide her embarrassment. "It’s dirty. I haven’t washed my hair yet."

A moment of silence unfolded between them. James was rendered speechless but he broke into a series of laughter in the next moment. Instead of feeling irked or disgusted, he was in fact happy that the girl was self-conscious in front of him.

Unbeknownst to Kyra, deep down, James was also anxious. Although he didn’t show it, under his aggressive approach, he was nervous that she might reject him. The possibility was always there and he understood.

He fucked up. He had hurt her in a way that he might not be forgiven, so it wouldn’t surprise him if she had rejected him. But, here she was getting adorably shy by his side.

His heart couldn’t help but flutter and his stomach twisted into a knot. James slumped into the pillow, chuckling before letting out a small growl at the end. Kyra, startled by his reaction, peeked slightly from under the blanket. Her eyes stared at the man begrudgingly.

She pouted. "Are you laughing at me? It’s not like I didn’t shower on purpose! I couldn’t! Besides, I still wiped my bod—"

However before she could finish her sentence, James had already sealed her lips with his sexy one. He shut her, took her complaints out of her mouth, and left her struggling to breathe.

In the end, Kyra panted against his lips, one hand on his chest. "What are you..."

"Don’t tempt me by your words," he said as his fingers began to move, naughtily tracing the line of her waist down to her hip. "I can’t help but imagine this hand wiping you down..."

Kyra froze all over again. Her cheeks blushing hard as she felt the tingling on her body. She bit her lower lip to hide her shame.

"Why are you being like this?" She asked out of frustration.

He chuckled. "Don’t you already know?"

She pursed her lips. Her watery eyes stared into him. Perhaps she knew but her head remained in denial with a series of memories on how he chose someone else over her replayed again and again. Her doubt grew along with her hope.

Meanwhile, looking at her anxious gaze, James understood almost immediately.

His hand gently wrapped around her slender waist as he pulled her deeper into his embrace. Following that, Kyra instinctively put a hand on his chest which drew a small gap between them. But, it didn’t stop the man from leaning forward and brushed his nose against her in the most intimate way.

"Can’t you feel it even when your hand rests over my heart?"

Kyra gazed into his dark eyes and caught her reflection on them. It was as if there existed only her within his world.

James broke into a smile. "It beats for you now."