Miss something
RENEE'S POV
I walked over to the wall and connected my fingers to the awkward markings that were dug deep into it, stripping the wall paper and ripping right through the cement that laid underneath. It seemed as though it was done so effortlessly.
"These markings."
"What do you want?" This time, he was facing me. His eyes, his face, all hidden in the shadows of the darkest part of the room.
"I was making sure you were okay." "Like I said, Im fine."
"Fine." I threw my hands up in surrender. I turned around and marched toward the door. "By the way, you shouldn't let anyone touch you that way."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Was he serious? Did he honestly believe I stood there and said 'hey random guy, come grab my ass of you wish'?
"I did NOT allow anyone to touch me any kind of way."
"Hmm." Seriously?
"You know what, Im going to let you sit in the dark and talk among yourself. " I rolled my eyes at the dark mass before I turned away.
My body left my control and was guided by another as I was pulled into another direction. His hands were wrapped tightly around my wrist and held against my panting chest.
"Let me rephrase that." I didn't find much joy from his fake, mysterious smile. "You will not let someone touch you like that."
"Excuse me?"
I tugged, fighting against his grip but was unsuccessful at escaping. My determination to leave him only seemed to anger him even more. I could feel his grip tighten a little.
"Wouldn't that be my decision?" My face went sour.
"If you want to be the reason for the deaths of many then the decision is all yours."
What the hell is his problem? What the hell is he talking about? Was he crazy? Or....crazy? Did he take any medications before I walked in? Did I miss something?
"Get off." I struggled.
"Make me."
"Sure." I brought my knee up, colliding with his golden ticket, sending him crashing down to the floor in agonizing pain. "Fool."
I turned around and stumbled over a few broken things before I finally made it to the door. I opened it up midway before it was slammed right in my face.
"That was cute." He shoved me against the door. "Try again."
I turned around and swung my arm at him, just missing a hand-to-face collision. I swung again, and again, and again, desperately trying to put this good looking tool on his ass, or at least try.
Each swing, resulted in the same thing.....a miss. My lack of physical contact only pissed me off even anymore.
"Try again." He seemed almost entertained by my desperation but I was more pissed then ever.
I cocked back again and swung, putting all of my force into this one, hoping it would connect with his jaw. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into him.
"You're swinging to hard and you're way to angry."
"Because you're pissing me off." I struggled to pull away once more.
"How else will you expect to hit off a real threat?"
"The same way I got you off of me the first time." I smirked just remembering my knee coming in to contact with his males genitals.
"That should not be your only form of defense." He hissed.
"So far, it is." He stared at me, causing me to look away. My eyes left his only moments before he acted again.
What the-
I was completely stunned in shock and left speechless when he lowered his head, burying it into the base of my neck. A light feel of warm air blew against my neck before he inhaled deeply.
What the hell?
He wrapped his free arm around my body, resting it on the lower part of my back. As much as I wanted to fight him off, I just could not. I was just as crazy as he was at this moment.
Instead of stopping him, I openly invited him. I tilted my head over, giving him complete access and freedom all over my neck.
I would have thought he would have kissed, sucked, or nibbled on my neck, instead, he just....smelled it. Weird!
But did I like it? Yeah.
I brought my body deeper against his, drowning in his masculine physic and sweaty aroma.
Pull away!
I wanted to pull away and leave this freak show but I just couldn't do it. Instead, I pushed myself deeper into him.
Dear woman hormones!
Go to hell!
Screw you sexual frustration.
He lowered his hand and placed it on to my soft butt. A normal act that would have got any other man a punch to the face, got him a unsuspected moan of satisfaction. He reached under the back of my thighs and pulled me up and off of my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he held me up as if I weighed almost nothing to him.
I had a strange feeling in my gut. I was scared of what my mind and body was telling me to do. Telling me to go along with it.
He laid me across the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He was barely touching me but I was beyond turned on at this point.
I stared up at the ceiling while he continued to breath against my shoulder and neck.
Anxious and overexcited, I wrapped my legs around his body, pulling his body against my own. I moaned a little. The fiery warmth of his breath sent a spark spiraling down my arm.
I tilted my head for him. The destroyed furniture was the first thing I could see when I turned my head. This room was really horrible.
How romantic is this?
The thought of this room vanished when his lips finally made contact with my flesh. I eased into it. Closing my eyes, I began enjoying it as I bit down on my lip.
He sat up. His eyes trained on mine as he quickly pulled off his suit jacket. He kissed my neck again. My neck was never my soft spot but for some reason, it was now.
He gripped the back of my smooth thighs and slowly ran his fingers up my leg. Squeezing and gripping my flesh. Chill bumps began to form under his touch. My kitty was growing wetter and wetter the closer he got to it. He reached the material of my G-string before he quickly pulled away.
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