24

Warning: This chapter contains mature content, if uncomfortable you can skip it



Andre drops me outside my apartment building.

"Will I be seeing you soon?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "Probably over the weekend, I will pick you up for our visit."

"Okay." I say and step out.

"Cara..." Andre calls out my name

"Yea,"

"Be careful." He says.

I smile and assure him I will be and leave.

As I head to my apartment, I keep reading Quinn's message. I need you. That entitled pig. He thinks he will snap his fingers and I will abide to his will. I am done with him, I am no longer that girl. That girl was horny and she saw him as a means to an end. His purpose in my revenge plot failed so why would I want anything to do with him?

I reach for my apartment's door, it is open. I am sure I locked it this morning. I push it to at least make less commotion. It is a small one bedroom apartment, very squeezed with little room to move around.

"Who is there? I am calling the police." I issue my empty threats as I walk inside.

Someone is seated on my sofa, a hoddie covers his mysterious head.

"Who are you?" I say and pick up a shoe.

The intruder stands and I take a step back.

"Do you know how unsafe you are here?" A familiar voice speaks and I breath in relief before getting angry.

"How did you get into my apartment?" I snap at Quinn.

"The door was unlocked."

"I locked it."

"I beg to differ."

Urgh! The vicious cycle of frustrating arguments.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I texted you."

"I am not interested, now leave." I say walking past him to my bedroom.

"I need you." He says.

"You don't. You are just horny."ⁿ

"Horny for you." He doesn't deny it.

I turn to face him, "What do you want from me? Just when I think I got rid of you, you show up at La cooper Towers now you want us to go back to our terminated booty call agreement?"

"I never said I wanted you as my booty call."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I need you."

"That isn't enough for me."

"You want more?"

"No, I just want you to stop being everywhere in my life, it screws up my functionality as a person."

He smiles and starts to walk towards me.

"And why is that?" He teases.

"Because you are you, a big pain in the ass."

"Or a big itch you want to scratch."

"No thank you." I start to walk again, he follows me.

Why did he have to show up? His presence makes it hard to resist him not to add that I haven't had sex in a long time. Damn it, now my head has changed course to sex, all I can think is Quinn.... Fuck!

I can feel my inner warming up, I even change my walking style.

I am hot as hell.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asks sarcastically.

"Leave Quinn." I say.

"Do you have a UTI, you are walking funny?"

A UTI is better compared to what I am feeling.

"Go away."

The moment I drop my bag on my bed, Quinn's big hands spin me fast as his lips comes crashing on mine. I freeze, I didn't see that coming I expected him to leave. His tongue dances and lingers on my sealed lips. His large hands struggle to get under my coat. Beneath it, I am wearing a silk blouse. His hands brushes above my nipple. I whimper at the sensitivity. He takes that as an encouragement and moulds my breast to fit into his hands. A moan escapes my lips and Quinn takes the advantage to deepen the kiss. Unconsciously, I find myself kissing him back.

The logic part of me is telling me to stop but the horny part is screaming, 'don't stop.' I choose not to stop and my hands goes round his neck pulling him closer to me. He starts to work on my coat, when the buttons don't open he reaps it apart.

This is bad, toxic and I love it.

I love the feel of his erect dick on my stomach. I love how his hand is working on my breast. I love how soft his lips feel against mine. And most of all I love how turn on I feel at that moment. The unexplainable sweetness that is building up on my clit. If he continues that way I am going to cum.

"Take me, please." I plead parting my legs a bit.

Quinn smiles on my lips. He has won and is about to claim his award.

He takes a step back, his eyes takes a yearning sweep of my entire body. He looks extremely aesthetic. If he was a different person, different times. I could love the man before me, I would want to be owned by him... Stop! I inwardly whine.

I hate to be kept waiting, I reach for him. My hands move to find his belt. He is quick to stop me. He is a control freak, how can I forget that?

"Like you said we are not back on the booty call agreement, for once I should be in control." I say pushing him back till he falls on my small bed.

I don't see it coming, he moves in an inhuman speed pushing me on the bed with him. He flips me over until he is on top.

"Never!" He breaths. "Control is my frame and a man is his frame." He say as he leans forward to kiss me passionately. I get lost in it and kiss him back with equal intensity. His hands finally gets rid of my upper clothes as I am left bare chested. This time it feels strange, him seeing my nakedness. I feel like he can really see me, who I am. I stop kissing him and he stares down at me, full of concern.

"Rosso?" He asks with our safe word.

I don't answer I reach for him and push him towards me. I place a small kiss on his lips. My hand move down to his crotch and grab his cock over his dresspants.

"I need you." I whispher in despair.

No other word is exchanged between us, what ensues in the next few minutes we find ourselves naked, our legs tangled and his fingers working endlessly, massaging, fingering me to climax. It is pure heaven. He barely lets me breath as he flips me to lay on my stomach, he turn me like he is kneading a dough until I am to his desired shape and position, doggy style. We have never tried this, I feel him thrust into me, first cautiously. It is uncomfortable, like I am being teared apart. He smoothes my back until I am on a comfortable arch. We both adjust our body before he thrusts deeper, this time it is less uncomfortable and the more he thrusts and fucks me deeper the more pleasurable it gets. I start to grunt and my breath quicken with each movement. And with a final thrust I yell his name as I cum. He keeps on going, his hands dig deeper around my waist, the thrusts become faster and again I start to get aroused but that is cut short when he finally cums and a moan escapes his lips. He stays inside me as he rests his head on my back, I can feel his heartbeat, until I feel something sticky on my inner thighs.

"Fuck!" I push Quinn away.

Quinn didn't use any protection. I am not on any birth control measure, I don't have any pills in the house.

"We didn't use any protection." I say to Quinn.

"So?" He says in a nonchalant manner.

"I could get pregnant." I add.

"So?" He shrugs.

I shake my head in disbelief. How can he be at such an ease while I am freaked out?

I just give him a hard stare. He opens his mouth to speak but gives up before he even tries.

He gets on his feet throwing his fancy clothes on. Who wears dress pants with hoodie?

"I'll check if there is a pharmacy nearby and get you some emergency pills."

"You do that, " I wrap a bed sheet round my body.

"In the meantime lock your door, some creep has been watching your building." He says walking out of my bedroom.

I rush to the window, I am just on the first floor. I push the curtain to the side and make sure I remain invisible. Sure several cars are parked outside, however, one stands out from the rest because of its extravagance. It is a black sleek SUV with tinted windows. It interests me and I move to the window fully aware that anyone can see me. The SUV comes to life, it drives past my building, it slows down as it gets there. The driver honks his horn and stops for a second before it speds off mingling with the rest of the cars on the road, leaving me teriffied. I shut the drapes faster and try to even my breaths. To say I am scared it is an understatement. I have a stalker.