The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't say them. Suddenly his hands squeezed hard and he slammed my body up against his.
"Or how about this?" he said, mauling my breasts. "Will you fuck him?"
If he wasn't angry before, he was now. My resolve broke and I tilted my head over my shoulder, hoping he'd kiss me. He didn't. We just stood there, staring at each other while he pinched and rolled my nipples.
"Kiss me," I finally begged, letting out a little moan with the words.
"He's going to want your lips," he said, lightly brushing his mouth against mine.
I wrapped an arm around his neck and forced his head forward, deepening the kiss. He allowed it, but he wouldn't open his mouth for me.
"He'll want these too," he said, giving my breasts a final squeeze before dropping his hands to my belly. "And this."
His hands continued further down until he reached my pussy, then he changed course and grabbed my ass. "And this," he said.
"Touch my pussy," I begged.
"Definitely this," he said, sliding his fingers in between my folds. "He will want everything when he fucks you, Stace. Everything that's fucking mine," he roared, rubbing my clit fast. "Answer me, Stacy. Are you going to let him fuck you?"
I spun around, cupped his neck with both hands and kissed him, my tongue sliding against his lips, begging for entry. He grabbed my ass and picked me up. My legs wrapped around him as I smashed my lips against his over and over. He indulged me, but refused to let me into his mouth as he stumbled to bed holding me. It felt like I was being punished and I hated it.
"Scott please," I said, as he laid me down on my back.
Love me, I almost said, listening to the sounds of his pants coming off. But love was weakness. He was weakness.
He crawled in between my legs and kissed me again. I wanted to cry, he moved so slowly.
"Are you ready to let someone else fuck you, Stace?" he asked, looking at me like I'd already betrayed him.
"Please, just—"
"Just what? Give you dick? You don't want me. You want some other—" he taunted me and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop it. Just stop it," I cried, kissing him again.
He pressed his body up against mine and sunk his hard dick into me slowly, inch after inch. This time he did let me into his mouth, responding to me readily. I didn't know if the punishments were over, but he was inside me, thrusting into me, kissing me and that's all that mattered.
"Can you handle me doing this to someone else?" he asked me, his lips kissing my neck and collarbone as he moved inside me.
"No," I said, letting out a guttural growl. "You're mine. All mine."
He pulled back to look at me while he pumped his dick into me. All sorts of conflicting emotions lit up his eyes.
"I wish you'd thought this through, Kendrick. You need me. You could never stay away from me," he said, thrusting into me deep, as if fucking me would make the words true.
Oh baby, you really don't know how right you are, do you? It's all true.
"I know," I said, wrapping my limbs around him to draw him in deeper. "I'm a fucking idiot, okay? Please don't be mad."
But it was so much worse than I thought. Out of nowhere, the intimate moment we were sharing turned into a dirty fuck. He grabbed my legs and put them up on his shoulders, fucking me violently. Scott wasn't just angry. I'd hurt him. No amount of sex could undo that.
"You could never let him touch you. You could never be his. I won't allow it," he insisted, fucking me like it was the only thing tying us together. "You're my fucking whore."
My heart broke, watching doubt settle into his. We fought so hard for this and somehow I fucked it up in a day. Everything in his eyes, every last bit of anger, pain and resentment destroyed me. My pussy betrayed me anyway, responding to every thrust, enjoying every word. Because there were other things in his eyes too. Need, hunger, yearning, desire, passion. Love.
Maybe I just wanted so desperately to believe that someone could see me and still love me. Not the me they made up in their heads. To most people, I was either the glorified girl next door that you take home to your mom or Don Angelo's daughter. There was no in between.
With Scott, I was just me. Everything was raw and real between us. He paid so much attention to me that he somehow knew things about me before I even told them to him. The longer he fucked me, the more certain I became that this was what it meant to be loved. He called me his whore, but the emotion between us was so overpowering that I'd never felt more like his princess.
"I'm sorry," I choked out, trying to hold back my orgasm.
Now didn't feel like the best time. I wanted to talk to him, but I feared stopping now would only make things worse. Besides, selfishly I needed him to be close. To keep touching me. No matter how much he taunted me, I was in love with what was happening between us. I couldn't help it. He felt so good inside me. I drank in every bit of fervour he poured into the moment.
"I fucked up. I panicked. It was dumb. It won't happen again," I said, willing him to believe me.
"You have a stiff dick inside you. Why should I believe you?" he asked me, and I swear he was getting angrier, his thrusts becoming more aggressive.
The idea of someone loving me combined with passionate thrusting made it impossible to push it back anymore. I couldn't think straight. I needed to come so badly.
"Because I love you," I blurted out without meaning to, which was evidently not the thing to say when you didn't want to come.
I knew this wasn't the right moment for those words, but I couldn't keep it in. It was the worst timing, and definitely not what he wanted to hear. His body ripped away from mine. He was off of me and pulling his pants on over his still hard dick within seconds. Like my loving him was revolting to him. I felt dizzy and disoriented as the unwanted orgasm rolled over me.
"It is bullshit that you would say that to me for the first time mere minutes after you tried to walk out on me to go off into the sunset with fucking Luca," he thundered and marched his way out the of the bedroom.
"Shit," I cursed, staring up at the ceiling, silently waiting for the world to stop shaking. "I know my timing sucks, but I really do love you, Scott Brady. More than anything. What the fuck was I thinking?" I said to n
o one in particular.
Grabbing my pillow and covering my head, I screamed.