Chapter 71: Are You Afraid I Will Take Control?

Chapter 71: Are You Afraid I Will Take Control?

Abigail

“I seem to have touched a nerve.” I continued.

“You are driving me crazy.” I heard him mumble quietly.

My eyes dropped to his covered crotch and just like I had anticipated, there was a visible bulge. He was hard, I chuckled to myself and he was telling me that I am sensitive? Neither of us gave out a sound the rest of the drive except for him speaking into the phone. When we parked outside his house, I was the first to walk out and I heard him groan behind me as he followed me in. The second I opened the door, my eyes widened and I stopped in my tracks, causing him to almost bump into me.

“Why are you…” his sentence drifted away and I assumed that he had caught sight of the same thing I had.

Both of us watched as Ambrose walked down the stairs, his hands in his pocket but he wasn't alone. Next to him was the person that succeeded in making my blood boil every time I saw her blond hair and smug smile, Agnes.

Both their eyes darted to us when I opened the door.

“What the actual fuck are you doing here?” Luciano snapped bemusedly, walking past me towards them.

They stopped in front of him and at once did Agnes's eyes leave mine, a disgusting smirk on her lips. It was obvious that they had fucked, her hair was messy and the button on her shirt incorrectly done.

“I didn't expect you guys to arrive home so early.” Ambrose defended in a clam tone and I walked to stand beside Luciano.

“I don't give a fuck, I don't want you in my house when I am not around. Especially if you are going to bring hookups over.” He glanced at Agnes, an irritated frown on his face.

“Actually…” she started.

“I am not speaking to you, or am I?” Luciano interrupted, clear annoyance in his dark voice as he turned to her.

Her mouth opened but not a word came out. She huffed and glared at me one last time before marching out. I smiled back, not letting her behavior get to me. When the sound of the door slamming shut was heard, Luciano turned back to his brother, raising his brows.

“Seriously?” He said and Ambrose rolled his eyes.

“What? You gotta take what you can right?”

To be honest, I was surprised that Ambrose actually slept with Agnes. His look could get him anyone, literally. Luciano sighed.

“Just go,” he gestured to the door.

“What got your panties in a bunch?” Ambrose muttered as he walked past us and out the door, looking at me with raised eyebrows and I chuckled quietly.

“What are you laughing at?” Luciano looked at me.

“Your brother is funny.” I shrugged, beginning to walk to the stairs and he scoffed.

“Ambrose defending is not funny, he is an idiot.” He muttered, following me through the long hallway.

I walked to the bathroom, planning on jumping into the shower. To my surprise, he appeared in the doorway, having followed every step I took. I stood in front of the sink, meeting his eyes through the mirror as he walked to lean his back on the wall behind me with folded arms.

“Are you planning on joining me in the shower?” I asked with a smirk on my lips, my hands lifted to my hair and unwrapping the bun I had.

His eyes swept up and down my figure with a clenched jaw, he walked closer slowly and I frowned at his silence.

“You think I have forgotten about that shit you pulled in the car?” His voice was dangerously low and my hair fell down to rest on my shoulders and I planted my hands on the surface in front of me, still looking into his eyes.

“I don't know, have you?” His steps were steady as he invaded my personal space.

“Watch your tone, baby girl.”

He pressed his front against my back and I watched in the mirror as his hands lifted to slide the straps of my dress down my stomach. The material gathered by my waist and caused my thin lace bra to be on display. His eyes took in the sight of my breasts, he hummed in my ear and I could feel his breath on the side of my face.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, meeting my eyes as his hand began kneading the skin on my waist.

It annoyed me utterly how something so simple as the feeling of his body close to me could make me so aroused. He made me weak in every way possible and I welcomed it with open arms. All of a sudden, he spun me around and wrapped one hand around my throat, my hand grabbed his forearm automatically while the other planted itself on his chest. With my fingertips, I could feel the outline of his defined muscles and he towered above me a ridiculous amount, forcing me to look up. His large frame made him look even more powerful and he led me towards a walk which he pushed me up against. His own body weight keeps me from wriggling out of his tight hold.

I could feel his hardness against my stomach and he moved so that it rubbed against my bare skin through his pants. My lips parted at the sensation.

“Your bratty behavior is beginning to get on my nerves, Abigail. Unless you want to show your little pussy the kind of pain that will make you beg me to stop. I suggest you start acting smarter.” He threatened, his face was hovering right above mine, almost close enough for the tip of our noses to touch. I chuckled even though struggling slightly against his hold around my throat.

“Are you afraid that I will take your control away? A real man wouldn't be threatened by such things, you know.” His jaw clenched, I could see the anger building inside him at my words.

I wanted to make him that kind of irritated where he couldn't even hold back and judging by his next words, I had him exactly where I wanted.

“Kneel,” he ordered.

The word alone made my knees buckle under me but I kept my strength enough to hold myself up.

“Excuse me?” I cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I said kneel. What? You can't even obey a simple demand now?” His tone was hard and his dick even more so.

The aggression in his voice made me more aroused. I decided that I had pushed him enough and to be honest this was exactly what I wanted. He eased the grip around my throat, allowing me to lower down in front of him and his eyes were filled with so much hunger and darkness. It almost made me think I have awoken a side of him that showed no mercy whatsoever. He chuckled and patted my hair as he looked down at me.

“On the floor just like a little slut should be.” The corner of his lip formed an amused smirk.

Fuck, he is so hot. I raised my hands to take off his pants but he smacked them away.