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I looks at him, still smiling like I just gave him the best compliment that he desires from me.

I felt a shiver ran down my spine as I felt his hand on my bare legs, his hand trailing up awakening the goosebumps on wherever he touches me.

"Stop touching me." I gritts out, but he didn't stop, I would have punched him if my both hands wouldn't be handcuffed from the headboard right now.

His hand trails up, towards the place I want him to touch and don't want him to do that too...

I'm so unsure. I hate how my body is reacting to his touch.

I want to move away, but I can't... I'm trapped here for God knows how much time. I'm wearing his shirt... And just my black lingerie underneath it... Which is... Not something I would... Like to show. 

His hand just stop at my inner thigh, just some inches away from my centre as I felt conflicted.

"Spread your legs." He says, bluntly, and I froze. Did he just... No. My heart beat quickens, it feels like my heart just banging on my ribcage, thumping loud.

He looks at me, expecting me to obey. Did he seriously thinks I would do that? Over my hot, rich dead body.

"No." I stated, as firmly as I can, trying my best to not show that how much his touch is effecting me. And how much I'm hating it.

"I won't repeat myself." He says, sounding more like a warning to me. But I didn't budge. His fingers just playing with the hem of my panties.

"Did I told you to repeat?" I sassed, knowing it's not the right time to give him these type of responses... But I  can't just stop myself. He smirks.

"If you don't do it, I will tie your legs with the bed too. Wide open. And believe me, you won't like the aftermath." His tone, filled with a dangerous and mischievous glint. I hate it... I can't let this happen... He is the killer of my parents.

The person who killed my loved once... I can't do this. But then.... I remembers what Dante said before leaving... It was not his fault.. but his father's... But I couldn't care, he is involved too.

"If you didn't spread your legs in five seconds, I'll tie them." He warns, again. But I can't... I felt his hand still playing with the hem of my panties.

'He will tie them... And the aftermath...' his voice rings in my ear, mixing with the sound of my heart beat. I gulps, not wanting to give in.

He throws his coat on the another side of the bed and suddenly he hold my both knees with his hands and spread them apart, I try not to let him, but it's of no use as he was... So... strong.

Before I can clench my legs back he was in between of them. He looks at me, like he knows how my body is reacting to his touch. I gulp as I looks at him, at top of me. I feel... Vulnerable... Helpless... But.. for some reason... I think I'm enjoying.

I hate it. I hate it. I can't afford if he get to know that I'm enjoying this, but his face and that smug expression is telling everything... He knows how I'm feeling. And it just increases my irritation for him more.

"Move away." I says, almost sounding breathless. He didn't budge. "I don't want to." He announced, with a voice leaving no room to argue.

Just before I could said anything, his hand stopped playing with the hem of my panties. His hands got up, tracing my curves as I felt an urge to just.. tell him to not stop...

My shirt travelling up with his hands,  as they stopped just beneath my chest.  I felt exposed. I'm bare. My shirt rode up, exposing more of my body and the whole lingerie. I looks at him.

3rd person's pov.

His eyes, were dark. Full of lust, desire, possesion and... Something which can't Vanessa put her thoughts into. He was looking at her, intensely, as his eyes roamed all over her body.

His fists clenched, as if he was controlling himself not to do something he will regret and would hurt Vanessa.

He leans onto her, not putting his weight on her as she holds her breath, feeling too much suffocated to even draw a breath. He tilt his head, and leans closer to her ear, their cheeks touching as Vanessa draw a deep breath trying to calm her poor racing heart.

His hot breath was on her skin, causing goosebumps to erupt once again. "As much as I would love to do something with you... I won't, not until you want me to..." He whispers.

His voice, soft, gentle and genuine. That made Vanessa a little surprised, but she didn't showed that on her face. He suddenly moves away from her. Adjusted her clothes, as she can't because of being handcuffed.

Vanessa continues to look at him, feeling something which she shouldn't feel. Not for her enemy anyway.

He grabs his coat from the bed and walks out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts... That was all on him.

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Walking inside my room I shut the door behind. Groaning in pain as I looks at myself in the mirror, my hard erection, just clearly visible as day light, of how much I want her. The way she was breathing heavily, make me just want to take her there and then. I was about to lose my shit today... I can't afford it...

Not until she allows me to... But I wonder how it would feel to claim her, in every. Fucking Way. Possible.

I want to make her mine forever and fuck her until she forgets her own name but remembers mine. And only mine.

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Hey guys! Sorry, for the late update, I have been busy with some work. But I will try to update the chapters as fast as I can. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter... Offcourse you would have enjoyed it😏...

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