fact that my lineage won’t go past me, but on the off chance you are that one in a million, you’re staying put until I find out for sure.”
I heard everything he said to me but I focus on one word. Accident . Is that how he got those scars? And as if my internal question rules my body, my hand rises up and I make contact with his skin. I absently trace the puckered skin on his chest but before I can follow it up and over his shoulder, he yanks my hand away from his flesh, throwing it back into my lap.
Once I’m thrown out of the trance, I let his other words sink into my brain.
One in a million?
Yeah, I’ll take those odds for sure.
“When are you going to have me tested?”
“What?”
Is he hard of hearing now? “When are you going to test me to find out if I’m pregnant? I want to get out of here and the sooner we find out I’m not, the sooner I can go home.”
“I don’t want to talk anymore.” He licks his full lips and leans in closer, nipping my neck with his brazenness. The two-day-old stubble he’s sporting scratches at my skin. Heat immediately shoots through me as if my body is set ablaze. I start to rock back and forth on his lap, trying to extinguish the embers before they fan out of control.
“What are you doing?” I’m shocked a little bit with his audacity. I know he’s a man who obviously gets what he wants; I’m just surprised he wants me. Again. After everything I’ve done to him.
“I wanna fuck,” he says, quite forcefully. “We did things your way last time. Now, I want to fuck you on my terms. My way.” He leans in again, trying to dominate me with his mouth but I push him away, shoving his bare chest with my hands.
“No, Drayden. I don’t want to. Let me up,” I plead. “You’re drunk.”
“I know. That’s what’s giving me the balls to surrender to my desire to be buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours. Do you honestly think I’d fuck you sober?”
His words are like a slap to the face. They hurt. I know this whole situation is fucked up, but his admission that I’m not worth it enough to try and have sex with me when he’s sober, in full control of his faculties, is too much. I want him to hurt like I hurt, so before I can change my mind, the flesh of my palm meets his unsuspecting cheek, driving home the fact that what he just said to me is degrading and offensive. Judging from his reaction, maybe I should have been off his lap before I lashed out at him.
His eyes turn black, his hold turns incapacitating and he sneers at me. “I forgot. You like to fuck rough.” He lunges forward, almost knocking me out of the chair, throws me over his shoulder and heads toward the bed. I’m beating on his back the whole time, trying to get him to release me or at least sober up enough to realize what he’s doing.
“Let me go, Drayden. I’ll scream if you don’t let me go.”
“Go ahead. Scream away. No one will hear your desperate cries.” He tosses me on the bed and waits for me to do something. When I don’t move, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his bottoms and slowly draws them down, releasing himself from his confinement. My eyes go straight to his cock, almost forgetting how gifted he is. If I wasn’t so caught up in what is going to take place in a few seconds, I would revel in his gloriousness.
He’s quite possibly the most beautiful and virile man I’ve ever seen, minus the controlling, kidnappy, psycho kind of vibe he’s emanating right now. Yeah, minus all that.
“What are you going to do? Force yourself on me? I thought it wasn’t your style.” I throw the reminder out there, hoping it’s going to trigger something in that inebriated brain of his.
He advances closer to me, taking his time drinking in my barely-clad body. “I’m not going to force myself on you, Essie. Before I sink deep inside you, you’ll be the one begging me for it.”
“I highly doubt that, mister .”
“Wanna make
I heard everything he said to me but I focus on one word. Accident . Is that how he got those scars? And as if my internal question rules my body, my hand rises up and I make contact with his skin. I absently trace the puckered skin on his chest but before I can follow it up and over his shoulder, he yanks my hand away from his flesh, throwing it back into my lap.
Once I’m thrown out of the trance, I let his other words sink into my brain.
One in a million?
Yeah, I’ll take those odds for sure.
“When are you going to have me tested?”
“What?”
Is he hard of hearing now? “When are you going to test me to find out if I’m pregnant? I want to get out of here and the sooner we find out I’m not, the sooner I can go home.”
“I don’t want to talk anymore.” He licks his full lips and leans in closer, nipping my neck with his brazenness. The two-day-old stubble he’s sporting scratches at my skin. Heat immediately shoots through me as if my body is set ablaze. I start to rock back and forth on his lap, trying to extinguish the embers before they fan out of control.
“What are you doing?” I’m shocked a little bit with his audacity. I know he’s a man who obviously gets what he wants; I’m just surprised he wants me. Again. After everything I’ve done to him.
“I wanna fuck,” he says, quite forcefully. “We did things your way last time. Now, I want to fuck you on my terms. My way.” He leans in again, trying to dominate me with his mouth but I push him away, shoving his bare chest with my hands.
“No, Drayden. I don’t want to. Let me up,” I plead. “You’re drunk.”
“I know. That’s what’s giving me the balls to surrender to my desire to be buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours. Do you honestly think I’d fuck you sober?”
His words are like a slap to the face. They hurt. I know this whole situation is fucked up, but his admission that I’m not worth it enough to try and have sex with me when he’s sober, in full control of his faculties, is too much. I want him to hurt like I hurt, so before I can change my mind, the flesh of my palm meets his unsuspecting cheek, driving home the fact that what he just said to me is degrading and offensive. Judging from his reaction, maybe I should have been off his lap before I lashed out at him.
His eyes turn black, his hold turns incapacitating and he sneers at me. “I forgot. You like to fuck rough.” He lunges forward, almost knocking me out of the chair, throws me over his shoulder and heads toward the bed. I’m beating on his back the whole time, trying to get him to release me or at least sober up enough to realize what he’s doing.
“Let me go, Drayden. I’ll scream if you don’t let me go.”
“Go ahead. Scream away. No one will hear your desperate cries.” He tosses me on the bed and waits for me to do something. When I don’t move, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his bottoms and slowly draws them down, releasing himself from his confinement. My eyes go straight to his cock, almost forgetting how gifted he is. If I wasn’t so caught up in what is going to take place in a few seconds, I would revel in his gloriousness.
He’s quite possibly the most beautiful and virile man I’ve ever seen, minus the controlling, kidnappy, psycho kind of vibe he’s emanating right now. Yeah, minus all that.
“What are you going to do? Force yourself on me? I thought it wasn’t your style.” I throw the reminder out there, hoping it’s going to trigger something in that inebriated brain of his.
He advances closer to me, taking his time drinking in my barely-clad body. “I’m not going to force myself on you, Essie. Before I sink deep inside you, you’ll be the one begging me for it.”
“I highly doubt that, mister .”
“Wanna make
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