Elena;
“What… what are you doing?” My voice raised a bit higher.
“Shut up and let me do this.” He ordered, bunching up the shirt upwards. I was not in any underwear, and I wondered what on earth he planned to do.
“Spread your legs.”
My eyes widened in alarm, “What? No!”
‘Is he bipolar or something?’
No matter how hard I try, sometimes I can’t seem to understand his actions. But then, I didn’t really know him so well.
My legs clenched together, more instinctively than intentionally. And my eyes stared at him in bewilderment.
“Have you forgotten what you made me go through? Are you so perverted that you just can not wait to get in between my legs? Do you even care, or know if I am in pain?”
His light blue eyes stared right into mine, making me gulp. “I won’t ask nicely this time. Spread your legs, Elena.”
I felt a sudden sensation run down my spine. Could be from the mention of my name, or the way it sounded coming from his lips, I couldn’t tell.
And with my eyes, held captive by his, I felt my legs begin to open slightly on their own accord.
“Good girl,” he smirked. Before I could register his next actions, I felt his hands brush past my thighs to my pussy.
I caught the whiff of a sweet scent and then I felt his finger rubbing soothing lines on me, making my stomach flip.
Except it wasn’t soothing. Not to be exact. It was… kind of similar to how I felt at the club just before I was penetrated. Like I was about to be fucked?
I couldn’t describe it, but his hands on my pussy sent a wave of euphoria down every part of my body. A strange flutter of excitement that I couldn’t pin my hands on.
It made me want to clamp my legs together but they seemed to have a mind of theirs and remained wide open.
“Wh… what are y.. you do.. doing to me?” My chest was heaving and my pulse quickened, all the while his eyes remained on me.
“Does it hurt?” He asked, and I stared at him in disbelief.
For a second, I could swear he was enjoying whatever it was, he was doing to me, but he said, instead, “Figured you’d be a little sore down there.”
“What?”
He brought up a tube in his hands, “Soothing oil. It helps to relieve pain and soreness.”
His fingers left me and I almost gasped. It then occurred to me that I was actually enjoying the feel of his hands on me.
“You know,” he began, “It’s quite impressive, hard to believe at the same time, that you are actually a virgin. I mean, if I hadn’t witnessed it myself. I would not have guessed so.”
I sat up abruptly, suddenly getting irritated, as I came down the bed. Thankfully, he let me. “There is nothing wrong with being a virgin.”
“I am not saying it is wrong, sweetcheeks. But with a body like that…” His eyes settled on my legs, then slowly went up my body, resting on my boobs, “I would not have guessed.”
I scoffed, “I don’t care what you think. But I am leaving this place.”
“No, you aren’t.” He countered.
“And why not? I have a life. I need to get back to work. Not like I have to get past you though, but seems you are forgetting that little detail.”
He stood from the bed, standing before me. I knew I was 5’9 ish, maybe above, but he still towered above me.
“No,” he said, brushing my cheeks with the back of his hand, “You are forgetting something else, dear.”
I blinked, and he continued, “Last I checked. Your father is still nowhere to be found. Obviously in hiding, like the little coward he is. And until he provides my fucking money. I have no plans on letting you go.”
I took in a breath of air, “Um.. I.. I’m sorry to disappoint, but, you can do whatever you want with him. My father doesn’t care about me one bit. And the reason I was here in the first place…” I shook my head, “Coming here was a mistake.”
His hands on my cheeks moved down to my lower lips, tugging slightly, “Far from that. Coming here was the best decision you’d ever make. You do not want to test me. I am merely holding back because I know you are hurt. Trust me, sweetcheeks, I normally do not care.”
“And why do you care now?” I inquired. After all, he was Angelo Fabian. He should live up to his name.
“Because,” A hint of a smile tugged at his lips, “Because the moment you stepped in through that door, you already signed your fate. I do not love repeating myself, but you are not getting away anytime soon. Father’s debt, or not.”
“And what do you mean by that?”
He didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were fixed on my lips, and in a swift moment, before I could blink, I felt his lips on mine.
What the…
I shot my hands up, attempting to push him away, but he held my arms, making me walk backward until my back hit the wall.
A gasp escaped my lips, the mere action made him slip his tongue into mine, kissing me feverishly like he was on some kind of drug.
I felt myself caving in, my arms going slack against him, letting him kiss me.
I had kissed a couple of guys, yes, but I never felt the way I was feeling now. Like I needed something.
Like an urgent thirst for water, when the only available source was from the tap which only produces a drop, every few seconds.
But just when I was about to reach the time peak, he withdrew. And I was left without quenching the thirst.
“You have to heal. Otherwise, you should dread to think of the consequences. What I would have done, you wouldn’t be able to imagine.” His thumb pressed my lips and he pulled away, opening the door.
“Come on,” he held it slightly open.
My eyes lightened up a bit, and I followed him out the door.
“Where…” My voice sounded chalky and I cleared my throat embarrassingly.
He asked rather, “Where are we headed? ”
“Yes. Wait, We?”
“Yes. We. You do not think I would let you go off on your own, do you?” He said, without so much as turning to look at me…