MAYA'S POV.
"Number one rule, No touching"
He stared at me, eyes shining with amusement like he had just discovered a new source of enjoyable entertainment. His hands around my waist tightened slightly before he let go and stepped back, creating a little distance between us.
I stepped back until there was a wide berth between us, his moods were volatile and I couldn't risk him pulling me into his arms again. Summoning a courage I did not feel, I continued
"Number two rule, You are to respect all my wishes" he growled, his lips curled up in a grimace, I quickly amended the rule "As long as they are reasonable" I added, I couldn't risk him being difficult. Life would be much easier if we stayed out of each other's way, but I couldn't tell him that though.
Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and straightened my spine. "And the last but not the least, I am permitted to welcome any man of my choice to my bed, I will be considerate enough not to carry my escapades under your roof and you are not to put any form of interference to my love life and I will endeavor to the same, I will...…."
My words were cut off by a loud growl, one moment I was standing in the middle of the room dictating my rules and the next moment I was pinned against the wall, hands above my head and a very alpha male looming over me. He looked very scary, his features contorted in rage. I was scared, my knees trembling as I stared at him. I did not allow my fear seep into my eyes, my gaze defiant as I pursed my lips into a line all the while quaking in my non existent boots.
"No touching" my voice sounded more shrill than I would have liked, but my words inflamed the anger which was swirling in his eyes. Using one of his hands, he pressed my outstretched hands deep into the wall until I could feel the cold cement biting against my skin, I was surely going to bruise. I tried pushing against him to free myself, but he did not budge. He leaned to his side and pressed his body against mine still holding me in place against the wall.
"Mine, no one touches what is mine" he finally spoke, his voice sharp and rough with anger.
Lacking self preservation, I stared up at him with bravado "I am not yours"
He smiled, his white teeth gleamed through his parted lips. His smile looked menacing, like the one the big bad wolf gave Little Red Riding Hood's grandma before he gobbled her whole. The air around him was frigid, static with tension as he leaned down closely until his breath mingled with mine.
"I don't share" he stated vehemently "Did you not read through the pre nup" he asked
Prenup, there was a prenup I had not realized that, I opened my mouth to ask him about the pre nup when his voice stopped me, my words dying in the depths of my throat
"For this six months you will be here for solely my pleasure and any other man you welcome into your bed, will find himself face first buried in a ditch"
This was a promise I was certain he was going to keep, the predatory glint in his eyes told me as much. I could feel a sharp thrill of pleasure bloom in my stomach, traveling down to my maidenhead. I have never had a man act so possessive of me, not even Duke. Deciding to bait him, I ran my tongue over my lower lips slightly and suckled on it gently all the while staring at him with my gaze hooded with desire
"And what if I don't welcome you to my bed?" I asked, my voice breathless.
His eyes clouded over for a second, he seemed entranced by my lips. He wrapped his free hand against my throat and tilted my head upwards
"You will mi esposa, you will be delirious with pleasure and you will beg to come to you"
"I won't," I promised.
I knew within me that this would be the hardest promise to keep. He was going to bed me, the attraction between us was magnetic, always pulling us together. I could feel the tension in the air, there was no use denying the inevitable. We were attracted to each other but I would rather die than beg a man to come into my bed.
" Yes you will and I won't touch you unless you beg. Then I will give you pleasures beyond your wildest imaginations"
He ran his thumb over my lips, the tip brushed lightly against my tongue before I pulled my lips closed. His hand which held my hands above my head loosened, once free, my hands splattered to my sides feeling like jelly-o just like the rest of my body. Feeling weak, my weight rested on him. He used his body to hold me against the wall, my legs dangling as he lifted me into the air until my legs wrapped against his waist. Perfectly content with our position, he ran his hands through length leaving fire in his wake. I was squirming against him, I wanted his lips against mine, pressed against my hot flesh with no barriers separating us. He pressed his lips against my neck nibbling on the soft flesh while his hands worked through the bodice of my gown, Slipping his hand through, he cupped my breast, palmed it and rolled my nipples between his fingers. As he continued his ministrations, I wrapped my fingers around his hair moving my body against his so that I could feel his length pressing against my aching core. He groaned and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips after his. We were fully clothed but I could feel his hard length pressing into me, it wanted to be free. Moving his lips, he kissed his way upwards through my jaw, hovering slightly over my parted lips. Our breaths mingled, he leaned in taking my lips into his. His lips molded over mine moving slowly at first, then fast and hard, tongues tangling as we fought for dominance. I ceded, there were some wars we lost no matter how hard we tried. For me, this was one of them. My hands moved over his body, I could feel the heat as I journeyed down with only one destination in mind. His hands stopped mine when I got to the band of his pants, moving them away he placed them around his neck. Then the torture began, he continued fondling my breast, assaulting my lips with fire branded kisses while his fingers traveled to my aching mold. He slipped his fingers through my underwear, palming my mold before he slipped a finger into my hot maidenhead. I gasped and closed my eyes as I felt pleasure flow through my body, making it charged with currents of desire. Sexual tension hung in the air like a wet blanket and I could swear that I heard the air crackling. I could feel all my senses heightened as I floated through the steep hill of desire, 'almost there' I chanted in my head. I could feel myself getting close, then nothing.
He stopped. I opened my eyes to see a sly grin plastered on his face as he stared at me. Confused I stared up at him, my fingers paused their ministrations in his hair. His grin widened to a one sided smirk as he held me closer, pushing his body against mine so that I could feel his length which was straining in his pants against my aching core. I gasped softly at the friction, I was ready to cum and he knew, but the smile on his face indicated that he wasn't going to let me.
"Beg me" he saud, hhs voice raspy with desire.
"Never" I whispered, I could barely form coherent words. All I wanted was to relieve the aching tension which was in my core.
He laughed, a low rumbling sound which seemed to start from inside his throat. Placing me on the floor, he adjusted my clothing before he stood up.
"I have only one rule, No man will lay in your bed for this six months only I and you will beg me before I possess every inch of you"
"Never" I muttered under my breath as I watched him walk away.
I sat there on the floor, laughing mirthlessly. He had been with his lover the previous night and like a cheap tramp I fell into his arms the moment he turned his charms on me. I allowed him to use me, then discard me the moment he got his pleasure like a whore. Never again, I had allowed that to happen once. I was left so broken that even my shards hurt me, my only excuse being that I was young and fancied myself in love. Then I was betrayed in the worst possible way by two of the few people I trusted. He was doing the same, he wanted to possess me, mark me as his even though he had a lover on the side, such despicable double standards, I wasn't going to allow that. It was either I possessed him completely or I had none of him. Today was a lapse in my judgment and I have paid for it. He left me hanging when I was just about to soar and meet the clouds, withholding that pleasure for him. Two could play this game and I would surely show him that life with me would be more than he could ever bargain for.