Because (Seven Year Itch #4)(31)
“Fuck you,” he whispers before kissing me again.
I drag my nails over his back and hold him close. His hand travels down between my legs. He separates my folds and mingles his fingers around. “You like this, don’t you?”
“No. I hate you for this,” I say while moaning. “I need to go.”
His hold is firm. “You’re not going anywhere. His hands are removed as he readjusts. Without guidance, he forces his cock inside of me. I gasp and fall victim to my own desire. I know this is wrong, but I can’t deny myself satisfaction. I’m too emotional to refrain.
He’s pumping into me hard, the sounds escaping him only tell me there’s nothing I can do to stop this from happening. He’s determined to prove a point, though nothing about this solves anything. Still, I accept his form of resolution at least for a temporary lapse of judgment. He’s drilling into me now, and it’s apparent he’s not interested in romance. This is unadulterated f*cking at it’s best. It’s rough, almost painful, and unfortunately I love it. Every part of me comes undone as the intense friction of him pumping in and out causes me to give in. His motivation doesn’t hinder. I’m ruined and I know it.
“You like this don’t you? Say it, Shay,” he manages to get out while still kissing me.
The moment he speaks I feel my walls tightening. I’m trying to avoid this; to keep him from knowing he’s able to break me apart, but I can’t. I’m crumbling and he’s fully aware of it. This fuels him to thrust harder. My legs tighten, while waves of euphoria hit me like a ton of bricks falling from the sky. Then it happens. He’s coming with me, simultaneously, as if we were meant to be in sync.
This is beautiful, yet terrible at the same time.
I don’t know whether to cry, get up and run, or hold him tight and beg him to never let go.
This is the only thing we seem to do right. I can’t deny it, though I’m far from being able to accept it’s a suitable way to fix what we’ve broken between us.
The man hovering over me, kissing me gently as he finally starts moving again, he’s my everything, but also the person I hate the most. He’s powerful, and evil. He’s the villain who sets out to destroy me by attacking what I hold dear. He’s vicious and adept, while I’m broken and vulnerable.
He finally pulls out, the remnants of what we’ve just done are dripping down my leg. He offers me his T-shirt and snarls as he takes another look at what he’s accomplished. I roll my eyes and clean up the best I can, while seeing him extend his hand for me to take. “You know you want to.”
He’s right. Like a child I let him lead me into our bedroom. He only lets go when I’m on the mattress. I watch him walk to his side of the bed before joining me. I’m naked, shaking, and hopeless, while he remains relentless. He’s taken control the only way he knows how, and now that he has me where he wants me, he’s giving me what I’ve always desired.
He pulls me close and kisses my lips gently. His hand extends and turns off the lamp on his bedside table. We’re making out again, and I can’t stop it from happening. His hot body is pressing against mine, reminding me of what we’ve just done together. I can feel my eyes watering up and do my best not to fall apart. I shouldn’t be here doing this. It’s ruining everything.
We fall asleep together, me wrapped tightly in his arms. When I wake it’s in the middle of the night. Everything is quiet. We’ve adjusted a bit, so I free myself and slide from the bed. I expect him to wake, but he snores and seems out of it.
I find my clothes where we left them and quickly put them back on. When I leave I lock the door behind me and don’t look back. I have to pretend this didn’t happen. I can’t wake up next to him in the morning and not want to stay. This is my only way to escape.
Chapter 15
It’s almost like a dream, except I know it’s happened. I should have been more careful to ensure she’d stay, but I was too hopeful. One quick glance out the window tells me she’s gone.
Aberdeen comes bursting into the room and I quickly remember I’m not wearing any clothes. I pull the covers up further while speaking. “Hey, kiddo. Go get dressed for school. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
She does as I request, though I still wait for her to leave the room before locating my phone and checking for messages. There’s none.
Like a one-night stand, she’s left me with only the memory of what transpired between us. I’m pissed about it, but refuse to make a big deal out of it this early in the morning. Besides, she’s probably still sleeping off the remnants of what I forced her to do.
My wife is predictable to a fault. I can expect her to react a certain way when she’s agitated or threatened. Even though I wasn’t one hundred percent sure, I had a feeling if I kept pushing her buttons she’d show up last night. I smile recalling what took place only hours before.
As I stand in the hot shower I’m left with ill feelings again. The excitement has worn off and now I’m wondering what comes next. It’s obvious she’s determined to see this plan of hers through, so she’s leaving me with no options other than to fight fire with fire. I’m going to make it impossible for her to stay away, even if I have to conjure up lies and become an evil bastard to make it happen. I like fighting with her, because it’s the only time she sleeps with me. Maybe this separation is a good idea. My dick thinks so.