“Kiss me,” he breathes.
“What?” There’s no way he called me up here with no panties on just to kiss me.
“Kiss me, like this morning.”
I don’t want to, and I don’t want to do the other thing, either.
“Why? Why do you want me to kiss you?”
“Because this morning, you gave yourself to me.”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Liar.”
“I didn’t—”
His lips crash down on mine, stealing away my denial. The thing is, I don’t know if I’m lying to myself or if it’s the truth.
It’s hard to assess the validity of either when he’s kissing me like this, like he wants to take everything from me. My ability to focus has gone to hell, and all I feel is him.
He pulls away like he did this morning, and I’m left feeling like all my energy has been syphoned from me.
“You want me.” He considers me with a cold glare and cups my face.
“I don’t,” I answer firmly.
“I told you, I don’t like lies. I’m curious as to why you think you should keep lying to me when your body constantly betrays you.”
“I don’t want you, and whatever you take from me tonight won’t be with my permission or me giving myself to you. It’s force. The same way you’re forcing me to marry you.” I‘m losing control again, and he notices.
When he slides his fingers into my pussy and smiles as he feels how wet I am, I know he can see the truth through my words.
“Your cunt is soaked, Malyshka. Fucking soaking wet, and once again, I’ve barely touched you.” He starts pumping and tightens his grip on my chin.
I have no words. What the hell am I supposed to say? And what the fuck can I say when I’m trying so hard to hold back the moans building in my throat.
He presses his cheek to the shell of my ear and blows his hot breath over my skin.
“Have you been a dirty girl, thinking of all the filthy things you want me to do to you? Is that why you’re so fucking wet? Have you been thinking of all the ways you want me to touch you? Or maybe it’s what we’ve done before.” He speeds up, finger-fucking me now. “Maybe you loved feasting on my dick so much you can’t wait for me to fuck your brains out and have my cum inside your tight little pussy.”
“Stop it.”
“No, Malyshka.” One flick over my clit has me moaning, and the devil smiles upon me, relishing my defeat. “Liar. Such a pretty little liar. But you know what? I like it. Your defiance just makes me want you even more.”
I believe him. Why wouldn’t I? I might have lied to him continuously right from hello, but he’s never lied to me.
“You’re about to feel how much I want you,” he warns, moving over to the wall with me. As he shoves me up against the hard surface, panic assails me, along with a gamut of emotion.
He rips the dress off my body, and all I hear is the fibers tearing before it’s sailing through the air and I’m naked.
I gasp, but then he’s undoing his belt and shoving his pants down his hips.
“Wait,” I beg when he takes out his cock.
“Fuck no,” he growls.
Before I can protest again, he lifts my leg and guides his cock to my entrance.
