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important events in his life for me. I’m only assuming because they dropped a huge amount of money on the wedding. Gold-plated tableware? Silk napkins?”
He shrugged. “No one forced his hand.”
“You sort of did by saying you couldn’t come unless the list was diminished. How many other things are you holding back from doing because of me?” Our issues were two-fold. He kept people away from me, and in return, I kept him away from the social life he needed to maintain in order to exert control over the people involved in it.
I had to do the unthinkable and question Eric about the man who approached us at the table earlier. If the drama I’d been forced to endure since he came into my life was on the verge of beginning again, I needed to be forewarned of the things to come.
But, I had to place physical distance between us before I asked about it. “I feel dirty. I need to wash my hands.”
The look in his eyes told me it was the worst thing I could’ve said. Clutching the back of my head, he pulled my hair until my neck craned. “You aren’t dirty enough, Nik,” he whispered, kissing the sensitive skin on my neck, and eliciting a fever.
When he used his tongue, I shuddered. “No. No. NO!” I shoved my fist underneath his chin and lifted him away from kissing my neck as I struggled to keep my head level with my body. “Who is Victor? What was with the cloak and dagger guy? Why did you tell me you were going to work when you’re having meetings with…Victor? Who is he? What were the meetings about?”
His eyes searched mine in silence.
“Eric, say something,” I implored, my voice trembling in anticipation for what I knew would very well happen.
“No,” he responded firmly. “It won’t lead anywhere.”
“We have to talk—”
He pressed forward and kissed me. I immediately tried to push him away. Grasping my wrist and forcing them to settle behind my back, he kissed me deeper, attempting to disarm my fight and make me forget my need for answers.
The more I struggled the stronger his kisses and his hold became.
He grabbed the back of my thighs and pushed me up, ignoring my diminishing fight. I pressed my lips together, unreceptive to his kiss. He grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth, forcing me to relent to his ferocious kisses. It was impossible to be indomitable against him. Every day he reminded me of how much he became my utter weakness.
Relenting, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and allowed my fight to completely disappear as he fervently kissed me and fucked me against the stall door.
ERIC HAD A WAY of penetrating me in two ways; his words were a mental erection plunging deep inside the dark abyss contained within my mind. His body was a perfect and primed resource that could make me feel pleasure and pain when and however he wanted it. When he was inside me, my thoughts and desires were his. There was no end or divide between us—we were a singular entity.
Every time I attempted to reject him, within minutes, he overcame my defenses and drained my ability to turn him down. He easily manipulated me—everyone around him—because of the way he single-mindedly and callously obtained everything he wanted. Nothing could stand in his way…even if it meant he had to kill to get it.
He had a way of pulling everyone into his darkness and making you think you enjoyed it there— preferred it there.
He was, without a doubt, the most lethal man I’d ever met.
“WHAT ARE YOU playing, fuckhead?” My brother, Thaddeus, hit me upside my head, hard.
I dropped the controller to my Super Nintendo and ended my winning streak in Street Fighter II .
“Nothing,” I said, staring at the TV.
He sat sideways on the couch, draping his legs over the end. Spinning the cordless phone by the antenna, he kept staring at me. “I have a girl coming over, and I don’t want you messing it up for me. I’ve been trying to fuck this bitch all year. I
He shrugged. “No one forced his hand.”
“You sort of did by saying you couldn’t come unless the list was diminished. How many other things are you holding back from doing because of me?” Our issues were two-fold. He kept people away from me, and in return, I kept him away from the social life he needed to maintain in order to exert control over the people involved in it.
I had to do the unthinkable and question Eric about the man who approached us at the table earlier. If the drama I’d been forced to endure since he came into my life was on the verge of beginning again, I needed to be forewarned of the things to come.
But, I had to place physical distance between us before I asked about it. “I feel dirty. I need to wash my hands.”
The look in his eyes told me it was the worst thing I could’ve said. Clutching the back of my head, he pulled my hair until my neck craned. “You aren’t dirty enough, Nik,” he whispered, kissing the sensitive skin on my neck, and eliciting a fever.
When he used his tongue, I shuddered. “No. No. NO!” I shoved my fist underneath his chin and lifted him away from kissing my neck as I struggled to keep my head level with my body. “Who is Victor? What was with the cloak and dagger guy? Why did you tell me you were going to work when you’re having meetings with…Victor? Who is he? What were the meetings about?”
His eyes searched mine in silence.
“Eric, say something,” I implored, my voice trembling in anticipation for what I knew would very well happen.
“No,” he responded firmly. “It won’t lead anywhere.”
“We have to talk—”
He pressed forward and kissed me. I immediately tried to push him away. Grasping my wrist and forcing them to settle behind my back, he kissed me deeper, attempting to disarm my fight and make me forget my need for answers.
The more I struggled the stronger his kisses and his hold became.
He grabbed the back of my thighs and pushed me up, ignoring my diminishing fight. I pressed my lips together, unreceptive to his kiss. He grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth, forcing me to relent to his ferocious kisses. It was impossible to be indomitable against him. Every day he reminded me of how much he became my utter weakness.
Relenting, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and allowed my fight to completely disappear as he fervently kissed me and fucked me against the stall door.
ERIC HAD A WAY of penetrating me in two ways; his words were a mental erection plunging deep inside the dark abyss contained within my mind. His body was a perfect and primed resource that could make me feel pleasure and pain when and however he wanted it. When he was inside me, my thoughts and desires were his. There was no end or divide between us—we were a singular entity.
Every time I attempted to reject him, within minutes, he overcame my defenses and drained my ability to turn him down. He easily manipulated me—everyone around him—because of the way he single-mindedly and callously obtained everything he wanted. Nothing could stand in his way…even if it meant he had to kill to get it.
He had a way of pulling everyone into his darkness and making you think you enjoyed it there— preferred it there.
He was, without a doubt, the most lethal man I’d ever met.
“WHAT ARE YOU playing, fuckhead?” My brother, Thaddeus, hit me upside my head, hard.
I dropped the controller to my Super Nintendo and ended my winning streak in Street Fighter II .
“Nothing,” I said, staring at the TV.
He sat sideways on the couch, draping his legs over the end. Spinning the cordless phone by the antenna, he kept staring at me. “I have a girl coming over, and I don’t want you messing it up for me. I’ve been trying to fuck this bitch all year. I
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