Chapter 17

SEBASTIAN
 
Did she just allow me to fuck her? No, she didn’t just let me; in fact, she dared me, so I will get done with her.
 
What point is she trying to prove? I stopped half way between her thighs on my way to pull down her skirt when the words boomed in my head.
 
Shit, when I said I had never seen a girl like her, I wasn’t crazy. Other girls want me to desperately fuck them and even more, but this one right here is daring me to fuck her just once and get done with her.
 
My ego is kind of stirred up. “What did you just say?” I darken my gaze at her, but she doesn’t tremble like she would usually do. Maybe this time is different because she is already expecting me to fuck her as my payment for saving her.
 
And that’s not what I fucking want; fucking her now won’t be any fun. It’s only fun when she is so scared or desperately wants me to fuck her that she begs me for it.
 
Now, she isn’t scared, nor is she begging me to fuck her.
 
“I know what you want to do with me. I’m really not scared to have you fuck me or your gang. Now fucking do it and let me be.”
 
What has gotten into her?
The fuck.
 
I stare into her eyes, and they are plain. There are no emotions, as if she’s been too hurt to even feel pain any longer.
 
“Aren’t you going to beg me to fuck you or beg me not to fuck you?” There are two options, but she is not in the above category at all.
 
“Nope, you want a payment for saving me, don't you? Then go ahead and fuck me.” There is no fucking way she is acting this bold and confident like she has always been.
 
The fun is not when she willingly lets us fuck her. The fun is for her to cry and beg us to fuck her or not to fuck her. They are entirely two different things.
 
Something must be wrong with her. Maybe what the girls did tempered her emotions so much that she doesn’t know how to feel anymore.
 
“You don’t fucking tell me what to do.” My voice is coated with anger, but then she shivers as she looks directly into my eyes.
 
“Apart from giving you alcohol, what did the girls do to you?” I take my hands off her skirt and get off her. Even though my dick is hard, I can’t fucking do it with her. I mean, fuck her.
 
“Why the heck do you want to know? You are no different from them, so don’t fucking bother.” She says with anger that it’s hidden within her, but she doesn’t lash it out. Instead, I see something different in her inner eyes. Something gross, dark, and so sad.
 
But that doesn’t matter now; even though I won’t be fucking her, I need to do something else to get rid of this boner.
I will rather tease her to the extent of her coming and leave her unsatisfied, so she will beg me to fuck her.
“Do you really think I can fuck you out of my system?” I take my hands to her nipples now, and I squeeze the tip. She moans slowly, even though she bites down her lips so it won’t escape.
 
“The question is for you: can you really fuck me out of your system? Tell me, you don’t only have hatred for me, right? What else do you have for me?” She shuts her eyes for a second when I squeeze her nipples harder.
 
“Maybe just hatred. And that hatred is not about to quench anytime soon.” Fuck, the way she stares at me now is killing. It’s fucking causing my dick to squeeze in my pants as if it should rip my pants off.
 
“And you hate me because I fucked a professor?” She bites down her lips; I can see she is aroused now, and that plain expression on her face is fading away.
 
“Don’t fucking ask me that.” I yell and order her to compose herself.
 
“Well, what if I fuck more professors?” She zeroed her eyes on me. Jeez, what the fuck is she doing now?
 
“You won’t dare. Not when we are here.” My jaw clenched, and I ordered her to stand her legs on the bed and spread them apart.
 
“And why is that?” She is tempting me now, and I wonder where she gets this courage from.
 
“We will kill whoever touches you now. Now, Diamond, take off your fucking skirt.” I order her to do something so she stops getting my cock harder.
 
She pulls down the button on her skirt. Then she lifts one at a time to let the skirt fall over her thighs. “Good, girl.”
 
"I thought you said I’m a bad girl.” She whispers, but it’s coated with the sound of moans.
 
I trail my hands to her laced pants, and I drive my hand inside. The moment my skin touches her bare pussy, she shakes, and the arousal is displayed in her eyes.
 
“You want me, don’t you? Admit it.” I demand, staring at her face as I continue to motion my hands inside her pants. I can touch her wetness, and her pants are almost drenched.
 
Is she heartily expecting my hands on her delicate pussy?
 
“No, I don’t want you.” She mouthed out the words. Her mouth says negative, but her body says otherwise.
 
And now, what the body says matters more than what the mouth is spitting out.
 
“Your pussy wants me then.” I grin, watching the deep arousal in her eyes. It’s so deep that if I touch her some more in her pussy and tingle her nipples, she could come.
 
“No, it doesn’t.” She whispers, I don’t say a word. The next thing I do takes her unaware, because she lets out a loud whimper along with moans immediately.
 
I drive a finger into her pussy hole, and fuck, it feels so warm and tight down there that it’s strangling my fucking finger.
 
“You think your pussy doesn’t want me, and it’s accepting me wholeheartedly?” I stare at her eyes again, and she gives me a needy look as if she doesn’t want me to stop.
 
Fuck, it seems our little mouse is beginning to accept us. We were never going to let her be anyway.