Don't Call Me Baby

Tiny

She gaped at him, looking lost and silly. She is not innocent, but since she began living in Petrov territory, she has realized that a Petrov word must be taken seriously or suffer the consequences.

However, Samuel Petrov's words put her in an awkward situation. Will she simply take it as a joke?

"See?" Seeing her confusion, he drew her closer by the waist and watched her eyes widen in disbelief.

It was then that she realized what he meant. Heat turns her cheeks red, and she gulps hard at the lump that has miraculously appeared in her throat.

Nestled between them is a hard thing she is completely aware of what it was. Taunting her further, a forbidden image entered her mind.

She inhaled sharply, mortified by her own thoughts. She mentally chastises herself, but it is insufficient to clear her indecent thoughts. The deeper she got into her predicament, the more her face flushed bright red.

Her body's bizarre reaction to being plastered against Samuel Petrov's rock hard treasure only adds to her predicament.

Her heart is pounding so hard that it is drowning out her senses. The violent beat was all she could hear while her gaze was fixed on him. Even the way he stares at her makes her uneasy.

She is well aware of the look in his eyes. It is devouring her.

His intense dark gaze is dragging her into the pit of the unknown, making breathing difficult. She needs to force air into her leaden lungs to relieve her constricted breathing.

She is succumbing to his dominance and can no longer resist it. His proximity elicits excitement unlike anything she has experienced before.

A kind of excitement that only a man could kindle. However, she doubts it would be the same with any man. It takes someone like Samuel Petrov to make her feel a strange ache inside. It is not even comparable when she is with Ivan.

"Mr. Petrov" her voice sounded raw as she huffed her words.

"Yes, Kamilla?" Even though he appeared calm, she knows he is far from it. His sporadic deep breaths prove it. The strong arm wrapped around her waist tightened even more, giving her no room to move away.

She had a lot to say, but the words were suspended in the air when she realized the rock hard treasure between them had grown even larger than it already was.

She does not know if it is possible. But he is ridiculously big. He is a monster.

"You are huge," she murmured, breathlessly. However, her eyes widened in surprise as she realized what she had said.

"I know, Kamilla" his thick voice trailed off as he bore her with his dark gaze. He sounded gravely serious, while she was distraught with embarrassment.

She felt flushed, and the way her cheeks heated up, she must have looked toasted. How on earth did she say it aloud?

"Does my size worry you, Kamilla?" His intimidating voice drew her away from her awkward lamentation.

Her breath came in a ragged gasp as she stared at him with wide eyes. She has no idea what he is implying, but his words are making her even more disconcerted. On top of that, the striking discomfort between her legs is exacerbating her distress.

She gulped hard to alleviate the lump in her throat, eager to speak. However, it proved ineffective. As a result, she stares at him, her mind blank.

"I'm an ordinary man, Kamilla. These skimpy clothes you are wearing did not even cover your nakedness. You displayed yourself in my very eyes," his intense gaze bore on her, and despite her desire to respond, she could not find her voice.

"Your body could bring the dead back to life. Every man's kryptonite" his thick voice and raspy breath fanned her face with his minty hot breath.

For a reason she was uncapable to discern at the moment, her body deliciously responded as she hinted a whiff of cigarette despite it's minty smell.

"You bloomed beautifully, Kamilla. "You are a delicious and free commodity that I could easily grab," he rasps as he squeezes her hips.

An action she hadn't missed it's implication. But she did nothing but enjoy the delicious torture it caused her body and mind.

"However, a forbidden one" he heaved a sigh while gritting his teeth. His voice reveals his weary resignation to whatever he is fighting.

For a long time, their gazes locked as he tried to control his raging emotions. She could clearly see him struggling with it.

"Damian is more than just an employee for me. He is a friend. A close one" after he was calmer, he spoke again.

Her interest was piqued by the mention of her father. She looked at him, trying to figure out where his words were leading him.

"You were just a little girl when Damian found you. Well, you grew up a little, but you are still tiny," he shrugged, looking at the top of her head.

She was becoming increasingly skeptical, but she had no defense against him. Indeed, she barely reached his shoulder.

"I am turning twenty-three soon," she said, surprised by the sharpness of her tone. She just hoped he would not notice.

"I know, Kamilla. But you're still too young" he muttered while he bore her with his dark gaze. The kind of gaze that makes her body tingle.

"Too young for your kind of game, Mr. Petrov?" She continues to astound herself with her boldness.

"What do you know about my game, Kamilla?" It was a perilous challenge and a dire warning she should heed. However, she chose not to.

She met his piercing eyes with her head held high, despite the thundering beat of her heart.

"The kind of game that involves this hard monster poking my stomach, Mr. Petrov. I may be tiny in you eyes, but I am not ignorant of a man's needs. "Nor am I innocent," she responded without hesitation.

If she is aiming to provoke him, the way his eyes narrowed and his breath became heavy indicates that she is succeeding. If a dark look could kill, she would drop to the floor, lifeless. However, his rage did not deter her.

"I know how to play your game as well, Mr. Petrov." She has no idea where she got her confidence, but she challenged him without batting an eye.

"Such a fiesty girl" he cupped her rump and pressed her tight against his hardness. He moved even closer to close the gap between them.

She gasped and quickly closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come. But he came to a sudden halt, only an inch from touching their faces.

His hot breath fanned her flushed face as they breathe each other's breaths.

"Don't dare tempt me, Kamilla. I might forget you're my friend's daughter. You're too young for my taste" teasing her, he provocatively brush his nose against her slightly parted lips.

It was meant to be a warning, but she took it as an affront - one that triggered the wild spirit within her.

"And if I dare?" A haughty smirk appeared her face, disregarding her deafening heartbeat.

His countenance hardened, and he regarded her with an intense, penetrating gaze that made her heart race uncontrollably.

Utter silence fell upon them as she waited for the unknown. It was quite disconcerting. How she wished she knew what he was thinking.

"Fiesty" after a long while, an ominous smile carved his lips. The kind of smile that is both terrifying and exhilarating, she felt weakened by it.

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