CHAPTER 50

Was that red dress especially worn to seduce Hector?
Aurora had no answer to that embarrassing question, how can she, the princess of mafia regime who had guns and daggers as her closest aides could behave in such an ungraceful manner so in her heart she concluded that the red dress with a hint of cleavage that she soon covered with a denim jacket, buttoning it up was only for the fact that she liked the color and style and wished to wear it today.
In a weather where stratus clouds covered the entire sky in wisps of white and the sun played peek-a-boo like a peach fruit behind the leaves, it truly made the princess somewhat dissatisfied when the servants moved lazily in the heated atmosphere and opened the door for her a little lethargically.
She would have given a dark stare to the person behind the doors of Hector's mansion yet when the door opened and the man himself appeared tilting his head a little apologetically and invited her within she could not help but cannot hold a grudge.
Inside Hector's office a tray of fresh iced lemonade with some other food items that greeted her almost melted the princess. There was a sparkling combination of a cold drink and freshly prepared raspberry and lemon tarts along with it.
"Is it fine? I am not too good at preparing edibles...b-but I am learning and would soon master how to prepare any dish that you want! Please have hope in me." Aurora who was made to sit in the cool temperature had an expression that could not be deciphered.
Those crumbled crystals of ice inside the glass looked to have been frozen in a tray that must have heart-shaped molds to have attained the perfect structure, there was crushed mint and lots of lime juice squeezed in it, on the top of the glass floated a cherry and certain red currant berries.
Although the combination was oddly beautiful looking and tasted well, it was nowhere near the exquisite drinks Ares used to pack in a glass bottle for her when she went to school.
That messy tart was not comparable to the food her father cooked.
And the way those things were presented was nowhere close enough to the professionally decorated lunch that her mother made.
Yet God knows why the imperfect and silly smiley face on the tart made the woman look into the silver irises with intensity and raw need.
"I have never had such a lovely breakfast in my life......thankyou Hector." Saying those words Aurora just observed the heart-wrenching sight of his long lashes slightly drooping as if he had not expected such words before not only those lips but also his silver irises hiding a maelstrom smiled so beautifully.
It was as if his smile automatically drew her in and a long kiss was pressed against his cheek making them turn scarlet as he blushed profusely.
"You are so sweet."
..on a second note she did wanted to seduce him.
Soon the man asked Aurora to simply sit and model for his sculpture, it was an hour of contemplation and fighting off the desire.
Aurora trying to not pull the man closer and have her first kiss and Hector scolding himself to think that the kiss was something more.
After moments of anger and desire swirling together, blue denim jacket was taken off and thrown to a side making the curves that were hidden previously now appear more alluring due to a layer of sheen sweat, Aurora held her breath and waited for Hector to raise his eyes yet when he did it was almost he had been dipped into the red paint. Hues of pink covered the cheeks extending from face to down the neck making him look adorable.
How can someone be so angelic?
Eyes tried to pry away from her alluring self were again forced to trail up from those slim legs that were glowing all the way to her hips and then to the full breasts-
Hector coughed furiously looking anywhere but at her from behind the partially made clay sculpture.
Heels clacking against the floor prompted the man to look at the girl who reached only his chest and take a deep breath when with her final step forward his back was pushed against the wall by the side of the sculptures.
Delicate fingers first touched and then gently traced hard muscular chest moving upwards before completely keeping her palm on him as if to remember and reminiscence how different he was from before. Aurora bit her lip when a slightly trembling palm that was callused and completely in contrast with hers encircled her petite waist hesitantly. As if his erratic heartbeats encouraged the princess, a kiss was planted onto Hector's throat before plump lips traced the neck with open mouthed bites and kisses. She was dominating him and he was explicitly enjoying the feel yet it was only a moment when the positions changed.
Hands that were earlier too shy now held the long cocoa silk threads wrapping them around the masculine fist and guided Aurora's mouth to his own. Plump lips locking and igniting a passion such that was never experienced before making the mafia princess dizzy. Sucking and sweetly kissing as if to devour all her breath away made Aurora realize that this man was a sleeping beast.
He was afraid of desire and too terrified to accept it.
Arms encircled the shoulders as the woman went on her tiptoes realizing that this was far from over. When she moaned in the long burning liplock, Hector held her tighter before separating and calling her name darkly and for a moment the mafia princess was dawned with the reality- Hector Valadros had the same lethal glint in his eye right now that he had all those years ago.....a desire that could never be suppressed- he was still obsessed with her.