"Psst, Please Anders you can't do this" I hissed, trying my hardest to get him off me but the brute's stronger. He's a thug. He bites my earlobe, causing a soft moan to escape my throat.... What can I say.... Denying myself the pleasure he's giving is just going to cause problems within.
He trails his hot tongue down the side of my face to the nape of my neck, biting and teasing my skin and I yowled and moaned louder. I grasped the sheets tightly fighting to stay in control of my own body. I wanted to play like I'm unaffected.. That there was nothing that'd make me give in. But doing that seems harder than it seemed.
He peeled his lips off my neck and looked into my eyes, his orbs cold and concealing. "Take your clothes off" He stated gruffly.
My eyes widened. "What?" I wanted to make sure I heard him right.
He ignored me instead, sinking his palm down to my much too short shorts. He tore them off easily, as my bare fair skin came to view. I was close to tears now seeing his hungry eyes. "Ander please stop, you have a wife" I say shaking like a deadened leaf, just as he began caressing my hip bones.
He growls at this and sunk a tooth deep into my flesh. I screamed and shot forward then back again with his locks in my claws. He keeps biting and biting. "Don't you ever say that again, Hindley isn't - " I pushed him off, scooting to a dark corner. He came after me but I was quick enough to land him quick heel kicks on his chest. He groaned, caught my leg and swiftly drew me out from my safe zone. I trembled now as he bit my nipple, leaving a small sized hickey. "You little pest!"
"please Amder" I cried out now, exhausted and broken. "Please don't do this, I'm only seventeen"
He stopped now, putting a substantial space between us." What are you talking about?" He sounded amused.
"You want to fuck me. You want to have sex with me to serve as a punishment"
"Seriously, where did you get that idea from? " He chuckled lowly slipping his brown Polo shirt over his head and handed my shorts back.
"Well stop pretending, that's exactly what you intended to do a few minutes back" I accused. I'm right you know.
"Well that's not what I was doing. You seem too corrupt for your own good" my brain goes smoky as this as just then, and only just then I wished for something hard that when hit, would make his skull shatter.
Why can't that be a thing?
"This isn't about me. It's about your actual intention. You wanted to sex me up as a punishment"