(Renata Pellegrini)
I squeeze my teeth and fists while lifting my gaze and I find myself with the your, my breathing quickens. I’m angry because he used my words against me, shame for having wavered and aiming too hard at what I shouldn’t have, and some other feeling I can’t name.
“Where are you taking me?,” I ask firmly, I don’t want it to be realize that he has shaken me.
“To my bed”, he replies with a smile. A chill runs through my backbone.
“What do you think we would do in your bed?”
He widens his slutty smile making me realize how suggestive and silly my question was.
“¿I can list the many fun things that can be done in her…”
“I-I want to go to my house!”, I interrupt his speech trying to remain firm emphasizing my word.
“It’s already too late”
“You have car, you could take me!”, I talk, I don’t know what time it is and I don’t even care, I just keep looking at it.
“I refuse”, he says, challenging me with his gaze.
“How is it? You can’t deny it…”
“And what will you do?”, he gives steps, closing the distance between us, huddled between him and the wall, I swallow my saliva, I again feel moths in at the bottom of my belly. He lowers his head and his nose is millimeters from of my. Our breaths start to blend and my heart starts beating faster. He it’s too close, I turn my head, I can’t keep looking at him from this near.
The scenes of what happened a little less than half an hour ago come back and my chin shakes, I didn’t have the courage to look at him as he held the gun, but my mind worked to put the image together in detail.
“Y-you k-killed a person!”, I accuse him in a weak voice, I can’t keep my voice firm, a knot forms in my throat.
“Are you scared of me, ragazza?”, he question whispers in a low voice in my ear, close my eyes with force, I need to hold myself back so that my body spasms don’t give away that it made me shake all over. However, if Filippo notices my fur, he will notice.
I hate it! How can he have so much influence on my body!?
Damn! This body is mine!
I feel his warm and strong hands gripping my shoulders firmly, I swallow my saliva, from where he touches me I start to feel a tingle. He’s cornering me with his body without giving me a chance to escape.
“N-no,” I fib. I have a lot of fear.
“What are you feeling?”, he asks in a husky voice, rubbing the tip of his nose against my neck, “I know you like it when I touch you, where else do you want me to touch you? I’m really good with my hands, I can make you come with just my fingers”, he continued whispering in my ear, making parts of me wake up with his sexy voice. I feel that my whole face gets too hot.
“Let me go!”, I turn my face quickly and it is so close that my nose collides with him. Our eyes meet and for a moment I feel lost inside them.
“And if I didn’t want to?”
“I’m going to scream!”, I threaten him.
“And who would listen to you? Here we are only in the two, you are in my lair”, he says looking at me as if I were his prey, it would not be unpleasant have it him to kiss me again…
I just might be losing my mind! I need him to get away from me! He confusing my reasoning, they’re like a match and I’m gasoline, in constant danger of being caught by fire.
“I’m in danger”-my mind once again races.
I lift my hands and stretch them out over his strong, warm and smooth chest, it takes a superhuman effort to try to push him, whereas every impulse in my body is just the opposite.
What I really wanted to do was bring Filippo to me and remind me of the kiss we shared at lunch time.
“I hate you!”, I fill my mouth to talk, as a last resort so that he gets upset with me, because my whole body is betraying me and longing for more contact with him.
I try to push him away, but my hands don’t allow me to do it. Instead of pushing, they just slid across his chest, feeling the muscles without any kind of cloth to avoid direct contact.
“I don’t care”, he replies with coldness and bitterness, hearing that it was worse than him simply saying that he hated me too.
I just wanted him to go away so I could feel more secure about my actions and not receive a cold, emotionless response. It’s like the hot man was gone, and I wasn’t ready to hear such a cold response.
I clench my teeth, huffing furiously, I don’t understand why I feel like this, I don’t know why I want him to care how I feel about him, I’m confused and it bothers me a lot! Bothers me a lot!
“Dizzy!”, I shout, altering my tone, “You are a jerk! Damn bastard!”, I the curse you.
Press my hands in fists over his chest, but before I starts to hit him, Filippo grabs my wrists and holds them against the wall, holding them with force.
“Be quiet!”
“Let me go!” I yell angrily without looking away.
“Only if you promise to obey.”
“I won’t obey you”, I answer boldly.
“I’m your boss!”
“We are not in the company!”, I replicate changed.
“Shut up!”, he growls, eyes burning with fury, Filippo grips my wrists tighter and I feel them ache as I struggle, unable to make my eyes escape his. He squeezes me with his body, I feel your volume in the lower part of my belly and I feel my body getting hotter and hotter.
“I’ll shut you up.”
He shouldn’t do that, he couldn’t do that. I would deny my wish until death, but my body does not cooperate. Filippo presses his mouth so hard against mine, I can’t resist the urge to open my lips and let his tongue touch mine.
He lets go of my arms, which fall under their own weight. I move my hands to his shoulders and press my fingers hard against his strong, warm flesh, clearly feeling the definition of his muscles.
His hands move up my thighs, squeezing them until they slide down to my ass.
My anger had want to be enough to get this man off me. However, the tighter and tighter he squeezed and squeezed me, the more I wanted him to continue. This fire he had awakened in me was uncontrollable and consumed all my sanity.
He rubbed the erection of his towel over my sex, once again awakening the desire that dwells between my thighs. It’s as if there is a second heart right there, beating and throbbing.
Filippo bites my mouth, pulling hard on my lower lip, I let out a grunt of pain mixed with pleasure.
“Come here, Ragazza”, he says in a controlled voice.
He opens the door, which I just realized is next to me, and pushes me inside. I stumble into the room and slam my hands on his chest, pushing him back, but Filippo doesn’t back down, he just closes the door, trapping us in the room.
“What are you going to do?”
“Didn’t you want to yell at me? I’ll give you reasons to yell.”
I didn’t have time to answer, he grabs me by the waist and pushes me onto the bed, my body bouncing on the spring mattress.
I look at him still growling, I want to show my indignation so I don’t have to admit that I wish him.
Filippo comes at me like a ferocious wolf, he squeezes my waist, I put my hands on his chest, but he grabs me again by the wrists and pins me to the bed. He kisses me again, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth as his teeth bite my lips. He releases my wrists, yet continues to press my body against the bed with his. His hands go down to the hem of my shirt, he lifts it up until my breasts are showing, I’m not wearing a bra, my face boils with embarrassment, he stops kissing me. I press my lips together to keep from screaming when I feel his hot wet mouth grab one of my nipples and start slurping it hard.
“F-filippo”, I couldn’t help myself, moaning his name.
One of his hands enters my pants and touches my sex over my panties, pressing my clit, a new wave of heat, even more intense, takes over my body making me arch my body on the bed.
‘What about someone who gives it to the boss just to get a job?’- Verônica’s voice screams inside my mind.
“Stop it!”, I shout and push him away.