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“Nah, you’re fine.”
He lowers himself and buries his nose into my long hair. He inhales deeply, and I feel him tremble. “You smell good,” he finally says against my ear. I can feel him growing hard against my thigh, and that same conflicting feeling I get around him comes back, making me hate myself in the process.
“Get off me, Caden,” I grunt. “My dad is going to get up soon. You don’t want him to find you here.”
“That old man? Don’t make me laugh.”
“Just…what do you want?” I whisper. I sound desperate, but that’s the way he always makes me feel. How am I meant to be the tough girl everyone knows me to be when I’m facing the man who took chunks of my soul two years ago just to burn them into ashes and keep the hot remnants for himself?
“What do I want? Oh, I like that question.” He straightens up, and his demonic features petrify me. “What I want is for you to stay still and quiet while I run your knife all over your tight body.” He starts moving the blade from my throat and hooks it to the neck of my oversized t-shirt. In a swift movement, he cuts into it and keeps going down until it’s split in the middle all the way to the hem.
My chest is moving up and down quickly, fear making me pant. He pushes the two sides of the shirt off me, exposing my boobs and stomach.
“Shit,” he hisses.
I struggle to stay still, my hands turning into clenched fists as he runs the point of the blade down between my breasts and down to the cotton panties I’m wearing. Goosebumps follow the cold trail of the knife.
“What I want,” he continues, “is for you to let me fuck you. Let me sink my cock into you and make you scream, baby.”
Do it, is at the tip of my tongue. Because I just want to know what it feels like. I want to feel him inside me and attempt to satiate the strange feeling I get when he’s around. I want to give it a chance and finally feel good and aligned with my desires when he touches me.
But I can’t.
Because our gangs are at war.
We’re enemies.
Because he blackmails me into doing illegal jobs for him.
Mainly…because he forced me when I wasn’t feeling that way about him, and I can’t get over that.
I shake my head, fear tightening my chest because I know that this word means nothing to him. I say it anyway. “No…”
“Why, Billie?” he grounds out between gritted teeth as the knife slides under my panties. “Why don’t you ever want to cooperate with me, huh?”
“Caden,” I panic, struggling to keep my voice to a whisper. Even if I didn’t know what would happen when he loses it, the rumors are terrifying enough that I can’t control the plea that falls off my lips. “Don’t hurt me.”
“Shh. Don’t be scared, baby. I won’t hurt you.” He runs his thumb against my trembling lips before traveling all the way down my body and resting it on my panties. Right where my clit is.
“Let me play just a little, and then you can reconsider if you want me to fuck you or not, okay?”
I shake my head again, but I’m forced to freeze when he starts rubbing his thumb against my clit. The knife comes to rest against my throat again and I don’t dare move. The problem as he starts forcing pleasure on me, is that I don’t even want to move away. I just want to let him take control and relax into bliss.
My hips shift and my legs spread apart when he quickens slightly. His rhythm is perfect, the pressure not too much and keeping me chasing for more. A gasp of pleasure escapes my mouth, and his focused eyes brighten. He smirks from his position above me and keeps going exactly the same. I struggle to breathe, wanting to beg him to hurry and slow down simultaneously.
I can feel the tension in me, ready to snap. A moan bubbles at the back of my throat, and he puts the knife to the side before slamming his hand over my mouth.
My eyes widen, and he lowers himself to talk into my ear. “We wouldn’t want your daddy to hear you come under the enemy's touch, would we?”
My chest rises quickly and deflates just as he pulls his hand away from my clit. He pushes my panties to the side, and I feel one finger at my entrance. I can’t say no, not with his hand covering my mouth, but it’s notnothat I want to scream.
I want to beg him to push in. I want to feel him stretch me. I want his warmth deep inside me. I buck my hips, inviting him to do it.
And at a torturously slow pace, he pushes a single finger inside my dripping pussy. My long moan is blocked by his hand.
He pulls out and brings his hand to his face. Dawn is shining a low gray light past the clouds outside, and I can see him much clearer than I could when he arrived. His green eyes hold mine as he opens his mouth and slides his middle finger inside it. He wraps his lips around it and pulls it out, grunting low in his chest.
His smile is proud and destabilizing. “You taste as good as the last time, baby.”
