Chapitre 29: Slow dance with him

🎶Lights go down, wheels go around

I'm taking you home

Hoping for a slow song to come on the radio now🎶

Santiago's hand was placed on Persephone's back when their bodies moved in sync as a melody started playing on the radio.

Despite all his best effort, he fell into her honey trap. He knew what was at the stake. His words. He was a man who would rather die than take them back. Even if it meant he had to dance with the sexiest woman who also happened to be the one he hated the most.

🎶I'm not ready to shut it down

The way the dashboard glow

Is hitting your eyes making me lose everything on my mind🎶

Persephone's eyes were staring deep into Santiago's icy blue ones. She hadn't noticed the flecks of gold in those blue ones before. A very familiar pair of blue eyes.

If one were to ask what came to her mind when she asked Villain to dance with her, she wouldn't be able to answer it. She even lost one of her wishes but did she care? No. Did she regret using the wish? Hell no.

If one of her wishes could make him dance, the way he was dancing now…

Then, so be it.

🎶And the only thing I wanna do is find a spot

Stop this car and throw it in park and get just

Slow dance with you🎶

Mesmerizing…

Yes, it was the only word he could use to define her right now.

She was so damned small in his arms, all subtle curves and softest skin. Her warmth and the natural chocolate scent were addicting and arousing. For a moment, her warmth left his body as she twirled and fell back into his arms.

His arms. Yeah, that's where she belongs.

And he had a hard time negotiating with his brain that she only belonged here for a short time. Until he wasn't done with her.

He might not know what she was trying to prove by making him dance with her for the next fifteen days. But whatever it was, he would worry about it later.

"Stop running your brain, Villain," Persephone whispered and the frown on his forehead melted after hearing her hoarse voice. Blood gushed to his lower body as he recalled how she was moaning and screaming his name just a while ago.

Persephone Marino might curse him all she wanted for crashing her date with herself, but he had to add that she enjoyed every minute was it. And he wouldn't be an arrogant bastard if he said it didn't bring pride to him.

"I'm not trying to prove anything here," She added as if she could understand the war of thoughts waging inside his head. "When I first heard this song on the radio with Sofia, I told her that one day I'm going to dance with someone in the parking lot. A couple of years passed but that day never came. I have fifteen days to accomplish what I can't achieve outside of this island. So, starting with this dance, I'm going to do all the things that I will never get a chance to do."

"You made it sound like you live on another planet," Santiago said in a raspy voice.

Persephone smiled. "No, I don't live on another planet. I just live in a prison of another kind."

She never thought that one day, she would be taken hostage, dancing with her captor in his Villa's deck of all people.

Santiago gulped when he saw her face inches away from him, the dry uncoated pinkish lips which appeared like lotus petals to him were begging to be moisturized by the wetness of his tongue, his shirt which was hanging on her thin and frail body lifted upwards as he twirled her and a perfectly used and shaped ass came into his view, and her green sleepy eyes were looking at him as if he was some Messiah, not a villain who was keeping her here against her will.

What a strange girl!

Still, he hated her. He hated her for being so perfect. He hated her for making him want her badly.

He hated her for being who she was and who she wasn't.

Her eyes fluttered as his lips came nearer and nearer. His hot breath fanned her cheeks which had turned cold due to the sea breeze.

Instinctively, she closed her eyes as his hold on her waist tightened and his lips came closer to hers.

"If you are making me pity you, trust me, it's working," Santiago whispered against her skin seductively.

Persephone opened her eyes and glared at him fiercely. She, then, stomped on his bare feet and uttered, "Way to kill the mood, Villain."

He laughed as they danced on the song and shook his head when he saw her glaring at him. "Were you expecting something, Red," He whispered, against her face. He pulled her body closer to his, earning another glare from her. His lips were now breathing against her ear which was slightly ticklish to her making her lean even closer to him.

"Tell me what do you want me to do?" He whispered sensually, sending a tremble down her body.

She swallowed, growing hot all of a sudden.

Growing...wet.

"I-I…"

Her curly eyelashes fluttered as she failed to form any word.

'Tell him you want him to kiss you,' A voice belonging to her heart said.

'Don't be so dumb. If you asked him to kiss you, be ready to end up on or under him.' Another arrogant voice rang that belonged to her brain.

'What's so wrong with ending up on or under him? It's not every day she gets mind blowing and earth shattering sex,' the dumb heart said again and Persephone nodded her head in agreement.

'Remember he spoiled your date. Not only this, he insulted my IQ in the morning. There is no way I'm going to let you fall in his alluring trap,'the brain scolded Persephone who had earlier agreed with the heart.

'Listen to your heart, Persephone. Your brain is evil but your heart is pure--'

"Shut up!!"

Santiago blinked his eyes when Persephone suddenly asked him to shut up. He was doing a fine job at seducing her, wasn't he? Then, why must he shut up?

"You are asking me to shut up?" Santiago asked her in bewilderment.

Persephone twirled again and when she fell into his arms, she said, "No, I wasn't telling you to shut up. My heart and brain are currently at war. I was telling them to shut up."

"You just can't ask your vital organs to shut up. What if they stopped working?"Santiago said, too seriously.

"You!!" Persephone glared when she realized that he was making fun of her.

Santiago chuckled at her reaction. "Tell me Red, what do you want me to do to you?"

"For starters, kiss me," Persephone whispered.

"Gladly," Santiago smirked.

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I wanted to upload more than one chapter but you see, today was Rakhsha Bandan(An indian festival). I'm so tired that I can't even more my finger to eat my dinner.

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