Read Online Silence 4.5 by Janelle Stalder - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Janelle Stalder
Ads: Link
him as he still caged her in between his strong arms, their bodies still humming after their release. There was something about him that made her feel softer, feminine and sexy.
She'd never really felt that way before. It was one of the reasons she dressed so modestly and always wore her hair up and off her face. She had let it down though while she’d waited, having felt a headache coming on and trying to relieve some of the pressure. If she had known how crazy it would make him, she would have worn it down earlier. Even now, he played idly with it, twirling a strand around one of his fingers.
"I love that I put that contented, satisfied look in your eyes," he said with a pleased grin.
She clenched around where they were still connected, and smiled when his eyes flared. "I could say the same," she said, her voice huskier than normal.
He growled, dropping his head to bury his face in the crook of her neck. "What am I going to do with you?"
She didn't have an answer for that. And she could hear the genuine confusion in his voice. Pixie knew what he meant. The two of them had complicated things more than either had planned. She had said it before, but this time she meant it - this couldn't happen again.
Bastian lifted his head, his eyes growing colder as she stared back. Goose bumps rose along her arms.
"What are you really doing here, Pixie?"
The firm way he said it, coupled with the loss of the warmth that had filled his face only moments ago, pissed her off. He was doing it again – ruining the moment. She wiggled beneath him, pushing at his chest. He didn't move though, not taking the hint. She couldn't do this with them still touching intimately. It hurt too much.
"Get off," she said when he still didn't budge.
"Answer the damn question," he barked.
"What? You think you can just fuck me into being submissive? Did you think I'd just give you what want once you blew my mind?" her voice rose as she went on. She couldn't remember the last time she had really yelled at someone. He seemed to bring out the worst in her. "Well guess what? Fuck you!" She pushed at him again, but he just grabbed each of her hands, pinning them above her head.
She growled in frustration. "Get. Off. Me," she bit out.
"What are you really doing here?"
His eyes were lit with anger but he didn't scare her. Her mind told her he wouldn't really hurt her.
She smiled thinly. "I just came to get my rocks off. Mission accomplished. Now fuck off."
His lips pressed together, puffs of air coming out of his nose like a bull about to charge. "If you don't answer me - truthfully - someone's going to get hurt," he warned.
Pixie turned her head, staring at the wall instead of his beautiful face that was too close now, when only a short while ago she couldn't get close enough.
"Pixie, just tell me, and maybe I'll let you leave here."
It was like a punch to the gut. How easily he could dismiss her once he’d gotten what he wanted. She wondered if he was being honest, but it really didn't matter. She didn't matter, obviously. Not that she expected otherwise. But it still stung after just being with him. She supposed he did this sort of thing with lots of girls. Just because she didn't, didn't mean it was the same for him. She was an idiot to ever get involved with someone like him.
A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye, burning a path down the side of her face into her hair. He sighed loudly, his body tense above hers. A moment later he got up and started to dress.
She kept her face turned away, listening as he slipped the fabric over his limbs. He hesitated for a second, and Pixie sensed he was looking at her, but she didn't acknowledge him.
Then he simply turned and left. She waited a moment before curling herself into a ball. She allowed herself a minute to wallow in her sadness. Then she got up and took a shower to rid herself of his scent. Once she was dressed, she sat at the edge of the bed and waited. He'd be back, and she’d be
She'd never really felt that way before. It was one of the reasons she dressed so modestly and always wore her hair up and off her face. She had let it down though while she’d waited, having felt a headache coming on and trying to relieve some of the pressure. If she had known how crazy it would make him, she would have worn it down earlier. Even now, he played idly with it, twirling a strand around one of his fingers.
"I love that I put that contented, satisfied look in your eyes," he said with a pleased grin.
She clenched around where they were still connected, and smiled when his eyes flared. "I could say the same," she said, her voice huskier than normal.
He growled, dropping his head to bury his face in the crook of her neck. "What am I going to do with you?"
She didn't have an answer for that. And she could hear the genuine confusion in his voice. Pixie knew what he meant. The two of them had complicated things more than either had planned. She had said it before, but this time she meant it - this couldn't happen again.
Bastian lifted his head, his eyes growing colder as she stared back. Goose bumps rose along her arms.
"What are you really doing here, Pixie?"
The firm way he said it, coupled with the loss of the warmth that had filled his face only moments ago, pissed her off. He was doing it again – ruining the moment. She wiggled beneath him, pushing at his chest. He didn't move though, not taking the hint. She couldn't do this with them still touching intimately. It hurt too much.
"Get off," she said when he still didn't budge.
"Answer the damn question," he barked.
"What? You think you can just fuck me into being submissive? Did you think I'd just give you what want once you blew my mind?" her voice rose as she went on. She couldn't remember the last time she had really yelled at someone. He seemed to bring out the worst in her. "Well guess what? Fuck you!" She pushed at him again, but he just grabbed each of her hands, pinning them above her head.
She growled in frustration. "Get. Off. Me," she bit out.
"What are you really doing here?"
His eyes were lit with anger but he didn't scare her. Her mind told her he wouldn't really hurt her.
She smiled thinly. "I just came to get my rocks off. Mission accomplished. Now fuck off."
His lips pressed together, puffs of air coming out of his nose like a bull about to charge. "If you don't answer me - truthfully - someone's going to get hurt," he warned.
Pixie turned her head, staring at the wall instead of his beautiful face that was too close now, when only a short while ago she couldn't get close enough.
"Pixie, just tell me, and maybe I'll let you leave here."
It was like a punch to the gut. How easily he could dismiss her once he’d gotten what he wanted. She wondered if he was being honest, but it really didn't matter. She didn't matter, obviously. Not that she expected otherwise. But it still stung after just being with him. She supposed he did this sort of thing with lots of girls. Just because she didn't, didn't mean it was the same for him. She was an idiot to ever get involved with someone like him.
A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye, burning a path down the side of her face into her hair. He sighed loudly, his body tense above hers. A moment later he got up and started to dress.
She kept her face turned away, listening as he slipped the fabric over his limbs. He hesitated for a second, and Pixie sensed he was looking at her, but she didn't acknowledge him.
Then he simply turned and left. She waited a moment before curling herself into a ball. She allowed herself a minute to wallow in her sadness. Then she got up and took a shower to rid herself of his scent. Once she was dressed, she sat at the edge of the bed and waited. He'd be back, and she’d be
Similar Books
Minecraft: The Unlikely Tale of Markus "Notch" Persson and the Game that Changed Everything
Daniel Goldberg, Linus Larsson
