Kidnapped by a Dragon Billionaire

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He stopped at just a breath away from her lips. He looked at her lips. "Are you sure you don't want this?" he said. Her eyes flew open and their eyes caught. The air was palpable with the magnetism between them.

She inhaled and tried to calm her thumping heart. She gazed up at him and felt herself falling into the deep pools of his eyes. Her breathing is now coming in short gasps. She need only move a tiny bit and their lips would touch. She restrained herself from moving.

He trailed a finger down her arm, leaving a blazing trail behind, before he raised his hand to rest it again on the wall next to her head.

"It looks like you desire me just as much as I want you," he said quietly. "We will have nights full of passion, it will be thoroughly enjoyable," he promised.

He bent and touched the jumping pulse on her neck very lightly, with his lips. A dry butterfly touch. That mere touch and his promise, spoken in his deep bedroom voice, shot another current down her neck, into the deep pit in her belly. Desire again bloomed, furious and red hot. It left her breathless and panting. Her legs shaking, weakening like jelly.

Then he was gone. He turned and walked away. He went back to the armchair and sat down. He unbuttoned a few top buttons of his expensive white shirt, revealing hints of his muscular chest underneath. "It got hot in here for a while," he said wryly. His mysterious eyes did not reveal a single emotion.

She swallowed and find that she couldn't tear her eyes from his chest. She slid down to the floor, her legs finally giving out. She crouched there as she took in a deep trembling breath. S

he didn't know what that was but it was definitely something she has never felt before. Not even when she hugged Darren. Did he drug her again? Did he put drugs in the food?

What she felt was not normal. Her speeding pulse was not normal. The secret thrill she felt when he leaned close to her was not normal. The red hot desire pooling in her belly and between her legs were not normal. Nothing in the whole situation was normal.

"Looks like you need more time to decide," he said. He lounged back comfortably on the armchair. It didn't look like he was going to leave anytime. He unbuttoned yet two more buttons, this time, she can see the hard planes of his chest and a hint of his belly which she is certain is flat with a six-pack.

She forced herself to look away. What was she doing? He is her kidnapper. He is a lunatic who thought he is some thousands of years old dragon shapeshifter. He is delusional. Never mind that she saw him transform into a silver dragon with her own eyes. She shook herself internally. "Get a hold of yourself! He obviously drugged you!" she told herself.

"Come, sit down. The floor can't be that comfortable," he said and gestured to another armchair across from him. She shook her head silently in reply. She can't trust herself to talk or walk now. Her senses are still overwhelmed from what happened when he leaned so close to her and their almost-kiss.

"I see you still don't believe what I told you earlier," he said conversationally. She nodded silently in agreement. He sighed. "I have shown you my true form. What else can I do to convince you that what I told you was real?"

"You obviously drugged me. Dragons aren't real!" she finally sputtered. She rubbed her legs. Her legs are falling asleep from being crushed in that uncomfortable position on the floor.

He appeared amused by her discomfort. "Come sit down here, I am not about to jump of you," he said. "I don't take pleasure in forcing women, I prefer them willing and open, makes it much more enjoyable, don't you think?"

She considered his words. Pins and needles are now shooting up her legs. She decided to sit on the armchair. If he had wanted to jump on her, he would have done so instead of playing this cat and mouse game with her. Besides, the fork will be within reach too. She got up and made her way to the armchair before sinking into its soft cushion.

He was studying her again, his eyes hooded and watchful. It sent shivers down her spine. The kind that makes her wish he would kiss her and jump on her. She shook that thought away. What was wrong with her? Is she having Stokholm's syndrome now? Does it work this way?

"Look…I already said no. Can you please let me go home now?" she pleaded.

He didn't reply. Instead, he unbuttoned the rest of the buttons revealing rock hard abs underneath. He didn't pull open the shirt but left it half closed. She gulped. Perspiration beaded her forehead. What is he doing?

"Is the air cond not working?" he said, lifting a hand as if to test the air. "I am sure I told them to keep this room cool for you," then he pulled his shirt wide open, revealing the hard planes of his smooth chest and six-pack abs that are shiny with perspiration.

Zi Mei could feel heat rushing up her face and pooling deep in her belly. She was transfixed. It was normal for men to go around shirtless in this tropical weather but never has she ever seen such virility up close.

"Like what you see? You can touch me if you want," Thorin said, his tone amused.

She got a hold of herself and averted her gaze. "Er, no, thank you," she muttered.

He stood up and went to her. He leaned on the arm of her chair. His bare torso uncomfortably closed to her. Then he reached out, took her hand and placed it on his smooth hard chest.

"Here, you can touch me," he said.

She gasped and snatched her hand away as if burnt. What is wrong with him? She shrank away from him. More importantly, what is wrong with her? She had wanted to run her hand down his chest and touch his abs.

"This is just a preview…of course, if you are my mistress, you can touch all of me and as a matter of fact, dragon shapeshifters are more well endowed than normal humans, we are also more skilled too," he said suggestively.

She couldn't help herself when her eyes automatically dropped down below to look when he mentioned the words "well endowed". Realising what she had done, she turned beet-red, she quickly turned away and squeezed her eyes shut. She should slap herself.

He is a total stranger. He is possibly a dangerous lunatic who thinks he is some magical immortal dragon, she reminded herself. This strange animal magnetism between them must be drugs. He must have roofied her or something.

He got up and walked back to his armchair, shrugging off the shirt as he went. It was as if he was modelling and showing off his body to her. His back rippled with muscles. His skin smooth and shiny from a layer of sweat. It was like looking at the cover of some sports magazine featuring a sexy toned male model. Except this is in real life. And she even touched him, ever so briefly. In that brief moment, she could feel his strong muscles rippling underneath.

She gulped and again averted her eyes. She needed to stop staring. She need to stop thinking about his toned body.

"Okay, tell me, what can I do to convince you that I am who I said I am," he was asking her. He had sat down, his tall frame folded comfortably on the armchair.

For a fleeting moment, she wished she was sitting on his lap on that armchair, her arms wrapped around his sexy body. She tried to clear that image from her mind but it stayed there. Steadfastly playing like a silent movie.

A risqué fully R18 movie playing in her mind. She could feel the heat rising again and her face blushing. She was glad that he couldn't read her mind. It would be so embarrassing. Mortifyingly embarrassing.

"Make it rain, or better, create a storm and then stop it suddenly," she challenged him. Dragons are supposed to bring rain, right? This should be easy if he is really a dragon.

He laughed at her challenge, rows of white teeth glinting.

"Surely, you have something more difficult for me? How about turning this table into solid gold?" he offered.

"Well, you said you are a dragon, not Midas," she shrugged. Although her interest is piqued. It is impossible to turn anything into gold. That was another stuff of legends and stories.

"Fine. I'll do both then," he said languidly. He snapped his fingers.

The skies outside darkened and the table suddenly started glowing at the same time. Strong winds picked up outside, it sounded like a hurricane, not a storm. The table's colour is slowly changing, it started at a corner. A tiny glint at the corner and then it spread. Within minutes the table is solid gold and just as the storm was picking up, it cleared completely. The skies are clear and bright blue again. Not a cloud in sight.

Her mouth fell open.

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