Things like that frustrated the hell out of him. What was she guarding against?. "Bed now Isabel. Don't make me say it again." His gravelly voice sounded threatening.
"I want to sleep alone." She dared to say ignoring his command.
"The hell will you…"
Julius was off the bed. In a flash icy fingers gripped her arm and dragged her to the bed where he tossed her ontop and locked her in strong arms.
"Don't you fucking get on my nerves. I'm barely hanging on a string." He snapped suddenly irritated by her.
Isobel shook her body in surprise and felt her heart pick up. She was having intimate contact with a married man that's shirtless. May the lord deliver her soul. As it is the very first time feeling the bare skin of a man, her brain refused to send signals to her limp limbs as she literally turned mush.
"Please…just….let go..you…"
"Uh, what was that? I should hold you more and kiss you goodnight? Okay dear". He drew her closer to make a statement to taste her lips, and she turned away at the nick of time just when he was of reach. He felt like plucking the hair out of his scalp...
Julius needed things to work in his favour and didn't mind turning things his way as long as he gets what he wants. However he can't help but think he was being punished. No doubt he's learnt his lesson because he was about to explode. She was making him go fucking crazy. He watched as her once flushed face turned pale white… she looked like she'd seen a ghost.
"Don't for–ce y….lf….me," she whispered choked in shock. Julius raised an eyebrow at her.
"Force you?," he chuckled. He couldn't make out what she said however he had an idea except at the moment he needed her to stop fucking talking, he just could not handle the breathy voice…
She was so tensed but he could careless. He needed her close. Any other thing was secondary. He looked at her and said...
"No honey. This is me claiming my rights."
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TALKING LIPS(1)
Turning to his side completely. Julius stared into Isobel's eyes. "Hey, since we can't sleep, why don't we do something about it? Like this…"
His big hands stretched towards her face and ran his thumb on her smooth skin. He wiped the tears streaming her cheeks and then proceeded to her puffed red lips. She felt rough fingertip continuous caress on her lips, and the movement clearly suggested the man's intention.
"Julius…"
He put his head onto her forehead. "One kiss Bel… just one kiss. Let me have just one kiss".
He was reduced to beg since it was the only way he wouldn't listen to a rejection. It was her fault for igniting his fire.
Isobel was on the verge of panic. She couldn't give him what he was asking for. It wasn't right. She wasn't his wife. She turned her face away from him again and still had tears falling down her eyes. This was what she got for lying. A brutal punishment.