He tilts his head in confusion, his eyes darkening with lust as I step back into the water and grab the body wash from him to leisurely wash my body without a care in the world. Little does he know how fast my heart is beating and my legs wanting to collapse underneath me in fear. I don’t get the feeling, he wants to hurt me physically but more mentally. Don’t get me wrong, the vibes he’s throwing at me scream dangerous but oddly I’m not running.
“Know what?” He asks in a distracted, husky voice, he can’t keep his eyes off me even if he tried.
My hands move down my neck with the water flowing over me, trailing slowly down to my collar bone and pausing for a heartbeat in dangerous excitement before gliding the fingertips of my hands down to my breasts with each shallow breath. I like this, making him want me when clearly he’s fighting it.
I’m. In. Control.
I hold his stare when his molten honeycomb eyes flicker up to mine, the pupils expanding until I’m falling into them. A moan vibrates around the shower, making me realize it’s my own mouth opening, releasing those noises the longer I rub in circles around my areola until my nipples harden under his heated but pissed off gaze.
It’s exhilarating, playing with fire and almost hoping to get burned.
Peeking up at him from under my lashes, I bite my lip to stifle my moan because it’s obvious he likes what he sees and hears but hates how it’s affecting him at the same time. With his nostrils flaring, his fists opening and closing, it tells me enough how bad he wants me. I don’t stop touching myself, he wants me, and I’m definitely playing with fire; when will he burn for me as much as I am for him? It’s empowering and makes me feel like I have control of something I’ve never had before… I’m fucking horny, starving to be cherished. Pure, mutual lust that we are both fighting against even when our bodies sway towards each other.
I can only hear the water pelting the tilted floor and our heavy breathing filling the steamed shower, making it appear as if the outside world doesn’t exist. Maybe he’ll pretend a little bit more with me so the darkness stays away until I’m spinning in circles and he grounds me into reality.
“Know that you haven’t seen anyone like me before.” It’s my turn to smirk as I finally respond back to him, turning the tables as I spin around to wash off, giving him a view of my messed up back.
Dismissing him without a care that I know will piss him off because he commands attention just by walking into a room. I’ll just keep acting like this is normal and I shower in front of men all the time.
Am I prepared for his next actions? Fuck no. I’m completely caught off guard and hardly know myself, I secretly love every dirty second. This is what desire should feel like, of wanting something so bad that you’ll drop to your knees and beg to keep feeling it.
A deep growl of pure male lust and anger kisses down my spine just before his scalding, hot body is plastered against my back as he grips a fist full of my wet hair and tips my head back until I’m looking up at his tense face upside down.
“You may be right, baby girl, but this is my house, my rules, and I don’t fuck around. I don’t trust you and just know I’ll be watching every move you make. Every breath that escapes your sexy lips, every mutter under your breath while you're sleeping, I’ll be there to listen; which is kind of cute when you talk in your sleep by the way.” His smirk is anything but teasing.
He wants me to know that he can get into my room without even trying and he was watching me sleep last night.
This fucker must have watched my pathetic ass sleep against the bedroom door and he probably laughed because I was stupid to not even think about the joining bathroom access into my guest room.
"You tease the beast and he comes back biting, baby girl." His voice is a seductive whisper along the curve of my jaw, pulling me in closer under his spell.
His mouth swallows my gasp of outrage before I can tell him off but it’s forgotten as I get a taste of intoxicated sin that surprisingly tastes like dark chocolate. Something that makes you take your time to savor the flavor, devouring more because you know it’s not the worst thing but still not the healthiest for you. His tongue sweeps in, gliding against mine with a smoothness that has me reaching, arching my spine to tangle my hand in his curly hair and dragging him closer against my back. I can feel his hard cock digging into my lower back, leaving me breathless. A chill sweeps up my spine, for once not from being scared but turned the fuck on.
He breaks away, his chest heaving as he stares down at me without saying anything for a split second, watching for something that I’m not quite sure what he’s looking for but my body knows. His lips curl in a snarl just as he trails his other hand down my spine, stopping just above my ass before applying slight pressure.
“Bend the fuck over,” he commands, his voice gravelly and deep that shoots straight to my pussy, making me squeeze my eyes shut as something blossoms tightly in my lower stomach like a wonderful drug that makes heat spread through me.
My eyes snap back open when I feel his hard cock, long and thick pulse against the curve of my ass as he bends down slightly. Freaking hell, this is probably going to hurt but I want it. I’m going to dissolve into hot, molten lava if he doesn’t do anything soon. The edge of my mind yells at me to run until my feet hit the ocean, and keep going until only my head is above the surface.
He just continues to stare, waiting, giving me a way out of this but... I. Need. This.
It’s crazy, wild, and something I’ve never had, it’s all in the palm of my hands.
I release my hands from his hair, reaching in front of me to place the palms of my hands on the cold tile, I slowly bend over without looking away from him over my shoulder. His fingers tangle deeply into my hair, sliding through my strands slowly before holding tight in a firm grip as he pulls until my head is tilted back and my back arches under the pressure. I can’t move without it stinging. His other hand slides over my wet skin, tracing my tattoo of a fairy with huge wings on my back, leaving behind a trail of heat that causes goosebumps to break out and my breathing picks up in rushed excitement. I don’t know what I’m doing but the need is too great. It’s everything.
“Now what?” My voice is barely recognizable, raspy, and needy.
A dark eyebrow arches like he’s confused, my own arching in response like I know what I’m talking about. His gaze trails over my body as he hums in the back of his throat in pleasure, as if he likes what he sees even though I know he’d rather not show it.
It’s funny, I don’t know Logan. Not for even one day but my body feels like I’ve known him for forever, that he can play me like a violin even when my chords are broken.
“Now I’m going to ruin you, damage you inside and out until all you know is the shape of my cock and only mine.” He states matter of factly, looking down at me just as he lines his cock at my pussy entrance and plunges in without warning.
A startled gasp leaves my mouth as I brace myself more firmly against the wall, my heels leaving the shower floor as he bottoms out, his dick stretching me past its limits and my pussy flooding with wetness. In and out, he moves slowly, letting me get used to his big cock until my moan bounces off the walls.
“You’re so tight, baby girl. Like you were made for my cock. I’m going to rearrange your insides, pushing my cock until you feel me for days after,” he whispers in my ear. Pulling my head back further, he kisses me deeply upside down, as if he is sealing everything. “Are you ready for more?” He mutters against my lips, leaving an inch of space between us as he slides his cock out until he’s right at my opening before sliding back inside just as unhurried.
He makes me feel every glide, my pussy juices drip down my thigh, and I should be embarrassed but it feels too damn good as I clench around him with small spasms that leave my legs shaking and feeling weak in the knees.
