I was so frustrated. Just because I told him everything doesn't mean he can dictate what I should do. I won't allow anyone to control my life except my parents.
"Nope. I won’t."
"Jennifer... don’t test my patience." He squeezed my arm, making me hiss in pain.
"I won't stay away from anyone. It's you I should stay away from." I jerked his hand away.
He sighed in irritation.
"Jennifer, remove it. It's too revealing for you. People will get the wrong idea." He spoke, fuming with anger.
I pushed him away. "Everybody is not like you, who judges people by their clothes. For me, it’s quite normal, so please..." I turned and took a few steps toward the door.
I opened the door, but he shut it again.
"You’re not going to listen, right?" I flinched.
"Nope. You're not—"
I was cut off as he pulled me toward his chest in a swift motion. One of his hands snaked around my waist, and the other went to my neck. He leaned in and smashed his lips against mine.
I was too stunned to react.
He bit my lower lip, and the realization hit me hard. I couldn't believe he was kissing me. Shocking is an understatement in this situation.
He struggled for entrance, but I didn’t give him access. He was so dominating, and I was surprisingly enjoying it. The kiss was hard and rough, just like I had imagined my first kiss would be.
I wanted to push him away, but he was too strong. After struggling, I wasn’t ready to give in.
But he was too stubborn. He kept kissing me, and I punched his arm and chest, but he didn’t budge.
He once again bit my lower lip, and it started to ache. He licked it to ease my pain, but I didn’t respond—I lacked experience. I opened my mouth slightly from the sharp pain on my lips, and he took the opportunity to enter. His tongue explored my mouth.
He kissed me for a while and only stopped when I felt I couldn’t breathe anymore. It was pure pleasure, and I found myself wanting more of his kisses.
I felt content and good after that passionate kiss. He poured his possessiveness into it. I don't know how, but I think I’m falling for him.
Without showing my true emotions, I pushed him away. I knew I needed him, but he had accused me of something I never did. I couldn't forget that. I had self-respect. He needed to understand that just because he’s Vincent, he can’t accuse anyone.
I could see the pain in his eyes, but I didn’t care. He never thought of the consequences before accusing me.
"Don’t ever come close to me again," I warned.
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SCENE TWO
While kissing, he led me toward the bed.
I lay down, and he hovered over me. I could see the lust clearly in his eyes. I needed to stop him before it got too far.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain.
God... he was biting me.
"Samuel, stop," I requested, pushing him away, but he deepened the kiss. He licked the area to ease my pain, but it wasn’t helping. I could feel his teeth marking me and leaving hickeys. I was shocked by his behavior. He was so engrossed in kissing that he didn't realize he was forcing me.
"Samuel..." I yelled.
He wasn’t listening. He continued to kiss me. I hit his chest, but he tightened his hold on my waist. I was struggling, but he didn't care.
He was so busy kissing and licking that he wasn't listening to my pleas.
"Samuel, stop, please," I pleaded again, and tears filled my eyes.
"Ahh... Samuel, it hurts." I tried to speak, but my words stuck in my throat. I pushed him away and punched his chest, but he locked his fingers with mine. Tears blinded my vision.
"Samuel, please stop," I begged, but he was too caught up in sucking my skin.
Finally, with all my might, I pushed him away, and he stopped. His lips were stained with my blood, and my neck ached unbearably.
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