Chapter 4 You Are Mine!

• Back in the living room, Luis stood there dazedly with his fingers caressing his lips where his little tigress had just kissed, watching as she ran up the stairs, with her hips that swayed seductively even with a little effort and her ass that bounced with every step she took.
• ‘Fuck it, he can't anymore.’ If only she knew the kind of torment she made him go through whenever she was there. He is a man; he has urges, urges which he has been able to hold until now. But he doesn't think he can hold on any longer. He fucking wants her; he wants to feel himself inside her.
• He has been going nuts for the past two years after having a feel of her tight pussy. If only she knew he had finished taking a cold shower to jerk off the raging monster she had awoken within him that night, only for her to walk in fully naked, but he still managed to let her go without fucking the life out of her.
• “Fuck it, man?” Luis cursed, his voice sounding hoarser than intended when his little brother's face suddenly appeared in his face, and he looked up the stairs, then back at Luis, and asked inquisitively,
• “What are you looking at?”
• “None of your business,” Luis said, his tone back to its usual coldness as he turned, walking away. He knows his brother, and he's not one to back down at a chance to tease him.
• “Oh, so was my cool, big brother stealing secret peeks at our lovely, innocent, Michelle?” Luis' fist clenched, and his expression darkened when the word ‘our’ left James’ lips. Michelle was only his, and he didn't care if James was his brother; he wouldn't let him stake any form of claim on what was his.
• “Our?” he asked, fisting James' shirt and lifting his hand to hit him in the face. It would teach him to never stake a claim on his woman.
• “Hey bro, you know I would never take what’s yours,” James said, lifting his hands in surrender. He was just joking, as usual, but it had slipped his mind that this time it involved Michelle. Luis loosened his grip on his brother and pushed him away, making James drop to the floor.
• “Why are you here? You're supposed to be at the base supervising the building of the new weapon designs,” Luis asked.
• “Yes, but we have a problem, and since you're the brain behind the design, I'm here to show you,” James replied, getting off the ground and dusting himself.
• “I'm busy,” Luis declared, walking towards the kitchen.
• “I can help with the chopping and cleaning; that way you would finish quickly and spare me a few minutes?” James suggested, and Luis looked at him for a second before nodding and entering the kitchen. He took off his jacket, washed his hands, and started cooking. ‘His woman would be down any moment from now.’ He thought.
• ***
• James had left, and Luis had just finished setting up the table in the dining hall when he got a whiff of Michelle's perfume mixed with his shampoo, and damn, it smelled like heaven.
• He glanced back to find her standing at the entrance, bathed in the soft glow of the evening light, clad in his favorite black shirt that stopped at her mid-thigh, accentuating her fair and smooth thighs. Luis's eyes followed the line of the shirt down her sexy legs to her bare feet. And she looked so innocent with her lowered gaze, fidgeting with her fingers, wiggling her toes, and intertwining them, betraying her nervousness. ‘His fierce tigress was nervous,’ he thought. This implies she has something wicked planned up her sleeves.
• However, the sight of her wearing the shirt she gave him last year, with their initials imprinted on the pocket, aroused a wild desire within him to do wicked things to her. But he fucking can't. He made a promise to her parents, and he could only have sex with her when she completed her studies.
• He told them he would fucking use protection if they were worried she would get pregnant, but they told him it was because Michelle wouldn't take her studies seriously if he let her know he loved her more than he portrayed. Luis sighed, snapping out of his thoughts, and pulled a chair for her.
• “Come and sit; it's already late; you must be famished,” he said. Michelle looked up and nodded, smiling shyly before walking to take her seat. Luis served her, took his seat, and began eating.
• However, he struggled to enjoy his meal. He shouldn't have sat next to her; she smelled so alluring. Making him wonder how he would be able to spend the night. With her in the same bed.
• "Luis, are you okay? Beads of sweat are starting to form on your forehead; should I increase the air conditioner?" Michelle asked, her brows furrowed with concern as she reached out to trace Luis's forehead with her thumb. But he grasped her hand, halting her gesture. Michelle looked at Luis's hand holding hers, and her heart ached. Was he openly pushing her away now? So she can't even touch him now?
• "I'm fine," Luis reassured her, but he couldn't ignore the glint of hurt in her beautiful eyes. He opened his mouth to explain himself, but before he could offer an explanation, she spoke up, beating him to it.
• “Okay, let go of my hand; I'm done eating; I will go up now,” she said, pushing back her chair to leave, but he stopped her with his grip that tightened around her wrist.
• “No, stay and eat more; you had barely touched your food; I specially made these for you.”
• “I know, thank you for the meal, but I have no more appetite.”
• “Why? You were enjoying your meal just now.” Luis asked
• “How did you know? Huh?" Michelle asked, staring him in the eyes, "You didn't even spare me a glance the entire time.”
• “What did you expect me to do?!” Luis barked, not liking the turn of events.
• “Nothing; I expected you to do nothing,” Michelle said, passing her other hand through her silky blonde hair in frustration and adding in a broken voice. “I'm so stupid; why didn't I leave? The sighs were obvious; you don't fucking love me! But I stupidly thought I was overthinking everything. It's clear you don't want me, so why still stick around? I'm done, and take your damn ring!” Michelle yelled with tears escaping her eyes as she reached for the ring around her finger to pull it off.
• Luis didn't know why he stood there watching Michelle without saying a word. He perfectly knew where she was headed with her speech, but maybe seeing the pain and tears in her pure, alluring green eyes, he was angry at himself for causing her such pain.
• However, seeing her reach to pull off the ring he had just given her, his heart wavered. For the first time in his life, he got scared. He can't lose her; she is his fucking life.
• Without wasting time, he carried her in his arms; she involuntarily circled her hands around his neck following his swift move. Luis headed for his bedroom. He can't wait any longer; he wants her, and she wants the same.
• On reaching his bedroom, Luis gently lowered Michelle onto the bed and hovered over her; he wrapped his fingers around her neck possessively, and she looked back at him with anticipation in her bright eyes.
• “I'm sorry it took me too long; I want you so much; it fucking hurts, and never think of leaving me; you became mine the very moment your mother placed you in my arms. Do you understand?! You are mine! Only mine!”