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“Bite me. dickhead!” I snap and then down the entire thing in one go. It fucking burns but I don’t let him see that and instead smirk at him when I see him looking at me with a pissed-off expression.
In the next moment, he has me lying down on the seat and he’s hovering over me with his hand around my throat.
“Don’t fucking test me, baby! You’re in enough trouble as it is. I want you and you’re mine now, but that does not mean that I’ll let you disrespect me. I’m going to keep a tally of all your infractions for when you’re feeling better and I’ll spank your fucking ass if I think you’re misbehaving or disrespecting me, got it? As for me biting you, you know you love that shit, babe. It makes you cream on my fucking cock like you’re in heat,” he growls in my face. “Now answer my previous question so I can know you understand me.”
“Yes, dickhead,” I grumble.
“That mouth of yours…” he whispers as he sticks his tongue out and licks my lips. I don’t mean to but his actions make an involuntary moan slip out of me. “Is always getting you into trouble.”
He moves off me and then pulls me up so that I’m in a sitting position again. Just when I think that’s it, he drags me up and pulls me along with him to the very back of the plane. He opens the door there and pushes me inside before he turns around to address the stewardess.
“We’re not to be disturbed,” he tells her before turning back around and following me inside the room. His face is cloudy and I guess he’s had enough of me being a brat if his expression is anything to go by.
I take a step back and he takes one forward. We keep going until the back of my legs hit the bed.
“Nowhere to run now, baby. It’s time for you to take your punishment like a good little slut now,” he says, smirking wickedly.
In one fluid motion, he lifts his arms behind his head and pulls his shirt up and over until it’s off. He throws it to the ground. I just stand there, left stupid at the sight of his bare chest and abs.
Why the hell does he have the power to turn me into a panting ninny? Dear God, the man is fucking perfection in the flesh. Think Greek god statues, how every ridge and line is carved to perfection. Knox Riverside is just like that but definitely the devil instead of a god, and he fucking knows how to use that shit against you.
“You done eye fucking me, baby?” he questions in a sexy rasp that instantly has my pussy fluttering, the fucking traitor. I mean she’s sore but still wants more of his dick. Go figure.
“Please,” I say with a roll of my eyes. “What’s there to eye fuck? I’ve seen better.”
No, I haven’t. But dickhead doesn’t need to know that. Lest his ego grows so big it weighs the plane down or something.
“Then why have you been panting and clenching your thighs together the moment I took my shirt off?” he smirks.
“I’m having breathing issues. You know since I was ass— in an accident last night,” I say, barely catching myself in time. Fucking shit! He’s too distracting. I realize that I’m just like all those thirsty bitches in Riverside and I instantly hate myself a little more than I did a few seconds ago.
Is this a coping mechanism? My mind flitting from one thing to the next just to try and forget the feeling of being violated over and over again? I don’t know, but I feel like I should see a therapist. Then again, I’d rather deal with it all myself since I’ve learned that the only person I can trust is myself.
“Lie to yourself all you want, baby. Because when you finally admit that you want and need me as much as I do you, it’ll be glorious to hear you admit it,” he says as he snakes his hand up my arm and grabs onto the nape of my neck. He pulls me closer to him and brings his mouth to mine and I moan when our lips touch.
Maybe I’ll have to resign myself to hate sex for the rest of my life since I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to not want him even while I still hate him.My masochist to his sadist…
I leave that thought for another day though. Right now, I want to feel all the good things his lips and body is promising right now. He gently pushes me back so that I fall onto the bed.
It’s not hard or anything but I try not to wince since I’m still pretty banged up. I’m sure the black and blue bruises are probably worse than they were yesterday. I didn’t think he noticed my wince but a moment later he’s speaking.
“What’s wrong?” he questions in a soft voice that I have no clue what to do with. I’m not used to him being so nice to me, so it’s throwing me for a loop every time he is.
“What? Nothing. Why?”
“Because you just answered my question with a question and you only do that when you’re deflecting. Plus, I saw you wince just now. Does it hurt bad?” he asks, narrowing his eyes on me.
“Don’t act like you know me, poophead!” I snap. Yeah, I know, really mature but hey, don’t judge.
“I do know you,” he insists. “Take your shirt off,” he demands a second later.
“What? Why? Just fuck me with my shirt on. If you’re not going to fuck me, then I’d like to go back to my seat and stare at the clouds or some shit,” I say, making a move to get up. He stops me with a hand on my chest. I don’t even know why the fuck I’m acting this way when he’s already seen me naked yesterday. I guess I just… I just hate being so vulnerable in front of him all the time.
“Because I’m not doing that shit again! Last time I let you have your way, I ended up seeing your body covered in scars,” he says angrily. His movement is a contrast to his mood because he leans over me and gently begins to lift my shirt.
“Don’t—” I start but he cuts me off.
“Shhh. I need to make sure that you’re okay,” he whispers and then sucks in a breath when he has my shirt up and over my breast. I know that they look even worse today than they were yesterday. Even though he saw it yesterday, that doesn’t mean I want him seeing it again.
