“You’re an asshole.”
“Glad we agree. Now, are you done?”
“I’m not done.” She’s glaring, and I can feel the heat of it through her thick glasses. “I don’t like liars either.”
“Even when you’re one yourself?”
“I have my reasons.”
“And what makes you think I don’t?”
“What are they then?”
I reach a hand out and grab her by the throat. I don’t do it suddenly, but she startles, her body going still in my hold, and the anger slowly dissipates from her features. “Continuing to touch you, to make you squirm and have that fuck-me look. Or maybe I just want to play with you, maybe it’s to debauch and fuck you up until I get my fill. Maybe it’s all of the above. Do you have a problem with that?”
She’s silent, her lips parting, and I can’t resist the urge to run my thumb over their fullness, feeling her shudder.
“W-what if I do?”
“What if you what? Have a problem with it or don’t like me touching you?”
“Both?”
“Then I’ll stop.”
Her breath stutters and I smile, tightening my hold on her throat. “For now. But I’ll still come back for more. I’ll still find you in every corner and every fucking nook. I will haunt the fuck out of you, Anastasia, until you have no way out but back to me.”
I feel her melting as she leans closer, her lips pulsing against my fingers. The heat of them alone makes my cock rock-fucking-hard.
An inexplicable need I’ve never felt before thunders and roars inside me with a wrecking force.
The need to slam her against the wall and fuck her.
The need to drive so deep inside her, I won’t know where she ends and I begin.
The need to have her so full of me that she’ll struggle to breathe like that first time.
I don’t have such thoughts about the women I fuck. Not even close. They’re always a means to an end, a way to release the pressure and get it over with. It’s been a chore at times, a fucking instinct like breathing and eating.
It’s different with Anastasia.
Because I know, I just know that if I fuck her again, everything will be blown out of proportion. And not only because I rarely fuck the same woman twice or because she’s turning into an unhealthy obsession.
It’s all of that and more.
It’s the way she easily submits to my dominance, how she trembles in my hold, even when she’s bent on defying me.
The way her small body feels so close to mine and how her breathing hitches the moment my fingers dig into the sensitive, easily reddening skin of her throat.
“What if I keep running?” Her voice is low, so low that I barely hear it.
“I’ll keep chasing you.”
“What if I run fast and disappear? What if you can’t find me? Will you give up then?”
“I’m not who you’re running from, beautiful. I won’t slow down and I sure as fuck won’t give up. So if you feel like running, do it. Believe me, I will enjoy every second of hunting you down.”
She licks her lips and her tongue grazes my thumb. “And then what?”
“Then?”
“When you find me, when you catch me and forbid me from running anymore, what are you going to do?”
“Bend you over the nearest object and fuck that tight cunt of yours until you can no longer hold in those screams. Until I have to grab you by the throat and jam my fingers into this mouth to mute you, but guess what?”
“W-what?”
“You’ll probably never shut up, will you? You’ll just keep screaming until everyone can hear you. Until everyone knows you’re being fucked deep and raw by me.”
She’s flat out shaking now, a different type of red that’s nothing like the anger that was covering her cheeks. And my cock becomes painfully hard, so hard that I can barely contain it without adjusting my trousers.
“Wouldn’t everyone think you’re harassing me since you’re a partner and I’m just a lowly employee?”
“Am I harassing you, my little liar?”
“Maybe you are.”
“Maybe you’re too scared to admit how much you like it.”
“Maybe you’re too arrogant and think everyone will fall for your charms.”
“I don’t just think it, I believe it.”
“That’s what all arrogant jerks say.”
“I think I have enough reasons to be arrogant.”
“Like what?”