Look, I need to leave. There’s nothing for us to talk about. I’ve said everything I need to say. I’ve asked you to stop. Please don’t make me get the police involved.” I’m not sure where thest bit came from. It’s do anything to stop him. Nheless, I need to try and appear serious.
not like I’d actually do it, and I doubt it would
Theugh that fills the air is bitter<b>, </b>unhinged. He crosses the space between us in a second, his hands sink into my hair and he wraps the locks around his fist. My scalp stings, but my traitorous Body ignites under his touch. I want him to teach me a lesson. I want him to prove to me he wants me. I want this to be real.
Tilting my head back, he stares down at me, his frame pressing against mine. I can feel every delicious inch of him. My <b>scalp </b>throbs, the pricks of pain zipping straight to my core. “Let’s get one thing straight, little bird. Nothing will stop me from possessing you. Not your father, not the police, not some fucking pece of paper telling me I can’te near you. I will dly <b>go </b>to jail if it means I get to touch you, fuck you, kiss you, and im you. No one can keep you from me, not even yourself. Don’t tempt me to prove to you how much you want me. We did thatst me, and I’m sure <b>you </b><b>can </b>remember how that ended.” The smirk on his beautifully smug face makes me burn with rage.
“You’re absolutely psycho.” I try to tug out of his hold, only his grasp on my hair tightens and the pain causes tears to prick at my eyes. “This isn’t a game, Gianni. Why can’t you respect my wishes? I don’t want you. I don’t want to do this. You lied to me, you hurt me.”
With his other hand, he traces my cheek. His touch is a match strike meeting kerosene. “Believe <b>it </b>or not, I wasn’t trying to hurt you, little bird. I wasn’t lying to you. The only one lying right now is you. I know you think I don’t see it, but I can see you’re afraid. Of what we are, what all this means.”
I grit my teeth because his words are hitting a little closer to home than I’mfortable with. “I’m not afraid, and I’m not lying. Delusional and crazy is what you are.”
He doesn’t appear to believe me, not in the slightest, “Delusional and crazy, huh? I guess I must be seeing things then because you’re trembling with need even now. Your knees are wobbling, and I bet your pussy is weeping for my cock. You’re ready to be fucked, though you aren’t ready to face the truth. What a shame.”
“Let go of me. I’m done with you and whatever game you’re trying to y.”
“This isn’t a game. However, if it was, it doesn’t end until I say it does, little bird.”
“You’re a despicable man, and you need to let go of me. I have to leave,” I hiss through my teeth, trying to ignore the way his touch makes me feel.
“Do you truly want me to let you go?” he whispers, his hot breath against my ear. <b>“</b><b>Or </b>do you want me to prove to you once again who owns this body? Who makes that pussy quiver? Who’s cock belongs to you?” I shiver, my body already betraying ine. If he slid a hand into my leggings and pressed against my pussy he’d discover what a traitorous liar I am.
“Let me go.” I try to strengthen my voice, even though it’s nothing more than a whimper once the wordse out. I do my <b>best </b>to remain strong, but then he does exactly what I was thinking. Keeping his grasp on my hair firm, he uses his other hand and slips it into the waistband of my leggings. Oh god. I’m going to implode.
<b>to </b>
His fingers drift lower and lower until he uncovers the proof I’ve been trying so hard to hide. A grin tugs at his lips, and he traces the seam of my pussy through the thin fabric of my thong. I hate him. I love him. I want to murder him, but I never want stop touching me, either. What is wrong with me, and why can’t I escape the hold he has on me? He’s a killer, a maniptor, a very bad man, although none of that seems to matter when he touches me.
“What a beautiful fucking lie.” His fingers graze my clit, and I’m so turned–on a cry of pleasure escapes my parted lips. He’s right where I need him, just not close enough. Arousal starts to coat my thighs, and my panties are beyond soaked. I’m embarrassed by how turned–on I am, but there is no escaping the truth. I want this man more than dignity, more than anything <b>bad </b><b>he </b>could ever do to me. “Your panties are soaked. I can feel your arousal on your thighs, and…” His nostrils re as he breathes deeply while his skilled fingers slip beneath the fabric, grazing my bare pussy. “I can even smell it in the air.” His pupils dte, and my heartbeat picks up speed. “Nheless, you lied to me. In fact, you continue to lie, refusing to face the truth. Which makes you a bad girl, and, well, bad girls don’t get rewarded, my little bird. They get punished<b>.</b>”
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I don’t know what that means, but I also don’t care. I’m too far gone, I can’tprehend what is happening. All I know is I can’t let this end yet. With a growl, he releases me. Perhaps it had been his grasp on my hair that caused all the rational thought to leave my brain. For as soon as he stopped touching me, I remembered that I needed to go. It feels like he’s giving me a secret option. His eyes watch me like a hawk watching its prey.
“Lose the clothes. Take off your leggings and thong. I want your pussy exposed and at my mercy.” It’s an order, not a request, and I can’t deny the way my nipples harden at the gruffness of his voice. Still, I’m frozen in ce.
Make a choice. Fuck him or tell him to fuck off.
I already know what I’m going to do, and so does iny body. Without thinking, I slip my fingers into the waistband of my leggings. Slowly I peel them down my legs and kick them off at my feet. Gianni regards me for one brief moment and then smiles.
“Good girl. Now get on your knees. It’s time for your punishment
Leaving as an option, the hell it still is. The door is right there. I could grab my leggings, put them back on and rush out of the house. I could make the safe choice. The one that doesn’t put my heart in the crossfires of heartbreak. I could do a lot of things, but what I actually do is the opposite of everything I’m thinking.
Giving into the lust, the need for Gianni’s undeniable touch, I do as he asks. The second my knees kiss the cold floor, I stare up at him, loving the approval that reflects in his eyes. Gianni is many things; a monster, the devil in reincarnation, but right now, he
is mine.