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Isiah stands tall in the hallway with a lethal darkness swirling around him; he cuts a striking figure silhouetted in the moonlight shining through the window at the end of the corridor.
Instead of speaking, he stares at me in silence, as if waiting for me to break it. I hold his gaze, not wanting to submit to him in any way, especially not after how he’s talked countless times about dominating me.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in, love?” he says after what feels like an eternity.
I shake my head. “I’d rather not.”
Isiah rolls his eyes, pushing past me and into my room. He takes a few steps before turning to face me again. His piercing gaze craves my submission and I feel the need to deny him, no matter what. “What do you want?” I ask, my voice barely over a whisper.
He grins as he strides closer, invading my personal space. His fingers slide into my hair as he tips my chin up toward him with his other hand. He stares deeply into my eyes before finally speaking. “I want you.”
My heart rate starts to race as I try to back away from him, hating the way my body reacts to his words. Ever since that night in the ladies’ bathroom when he fingered me to orgasm, it’s been impossible to forget. He reaches for me, grabbing my hips and tightening his grip on me. Slowly, each step pushes me closer to the wall until I’m trapped against it. He leans in closer and presses his body against mine, imprisoning me between him and the brickwork as he holds me in place.
I can feel the heat radiating off of him and it’s almost too much for me to handle. Before I have time to think about it, Isiah captures my lips with his own in an all-consuming kiss that leaves me breathless when he finally pulls away.
“You’re mine,” he whispers before tracing a path down the side of my neck with feathery light kisses that send shivers through my body despite how much I wish they didn’t affect me.
Before I can gather myself enough to protest or push him away, Isiah slides one hand around to cup my breast while his other slips between us and snakes its way under my nightgown and into my panties.
“Stop it,” I gasp, feeling transported back to that bathroom and dinner in an instant. As before, this isn’t consensual, but I don’t have the strength to make him stop. A part of me wants this, and even though I told him to stop, my body cries in protest when he does.
He pulls away and whispers in my ear, “Now kneel.”
My breath hitches as I feel his words sink into my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
“No,” I say, my voice wavering as I try to sound strong.
Isiah’s eyes flash dangerously as his grip tightens on my hips, and then he grabs a fistful of my hair again, yanking my neck back unnaturally to look up at him.
“Since we’re definitely going to be married, I’d think carefully about how you play this, love.”
I swallow hard. “I won’t kneel for you.”
“It’s your turn, love. I’ve made you come twice.” An evil smirk twists onto his lips and he grabs my throat, pushing me down to my knees and pressing me into the ground with such force that I am left in no doubt of who is in charge. He stares at me for a few moments, watching as I submit against my will to him before finally speaking.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, releasing his grip on me. “Now you know your place.”
I glare at him. “My place is with my hands around your fucking throat.”
“Then why are you on your knees?”
I move to stand, but he grabs the back of my neck, making it impossible for me to rise any further from this position.
“Don’t.” One word, but it’s said in a way that sends a chill through my body. I slowly lower myself back down onto my knees and look up at him, hating the way he smirks with satisfaction before unzipping his pants.
My body heats as he takes out his cock and places it right in front of me, commanding that I take it in my mouth without saying a single word.
A deep ache ignites within me at the sight of it, hard and veiny, a drip of precum at the end begging to be licked off.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Do you like what you see, love?” he asks, his voice has a raspy quality to it. “I bet your cunt is dripping wet, wishing it was filled up with my cock right now.”
“Like hell it is!”
He chuckles. “Unfortunately, I’m not in a position to check yet. But once you’ve swallowed every drop of my cum, I’ll confirm.”
“You’re a piece of shit, Isiah.”
