"What is?" I whisper, anxiety creeping in.
"To get what I want from you. The same way the guy in the bar was going to," he smirks.
Horror slaps me.
"I… no!" I exclaim.The guy in the bar wasn't even the least bit attractive to me. I would never have kissed him…
My eyes lock with Bardil's, and I see the mockery in them. My heart sinks. Horrified, I scramble off his lap, realizing that he was only kissing me to prove a point. Or to stop me from arguing. It was a game of control and nothing more. He was toying with me like he's been toying with me from the start.
I'm a pawn. A tool. I don't think he even looks at me and sees a person. Just something he can use to get whatever he wants.
I scramble back into the passenger seat, mortified that I let it get that far. Mortified that I fell for it. I got carried away, out of control, and all the while he was using me.
With my face turned away from him, I stare out of the window into the darkness. Tears are stinging my eyes for the second time today, but I would hate for him to catch me crying. I'm embarrassed enough as it is.
He pulls into the road again and heads toward the cabin. I don't say a word.
There's nothing to say.
I was a complete and utter fool. So naive and pathetic to think he was attracted to me.
I'll never let anything like that happen again.
Not ever.
Chapter 11 - Bardil
My body is on fire with the need I feel for her as I pull back into the road and head toward the cabin.
I'm dangerously out of control.
I don't dare let it carry on, or I'll be doing things to her that she'll hate me for. Why didn't she stop me when I kissed her?
Why didn't she slap me or push me away?
My cock is still rock hard, pressing uncomfortably against my pants, and I'm grateful for the fact that she's looking out of the window instead of at me.
Fuck.
That was so stupid of me.
I've told myself over and over again not to let her know I've got a weakness toward her. Not to give her that thing to use against me.
Stealing one quick glance at her, I feel confident that my reaction now was enough to make her believe I was mocking her. That I was somehow playing her.
Oh my fuck she felt so good.
I wanted to strip her naked and thrust my cock so hard into her that she screamed.
My cock throbs again, and I silence a groan.
Forget about it, Bardil. It's never going to happen.
When we get back to the cabin, neither of us speaks. I lock the front door, and she storms to her room and slams the door loudly. Before going to bed, I make sure to change the code. I don't know how she got it, but she won't get it again.
When I climb into bed, I'm so hyped up and desperate to have her that I have to fight with myself not to go to her room. She's right here. She wouldn't stop me. I could take what I wanted from her, and she'd be begging me for more. It would be so easy. I could have her. I could do things to her…
Anger strikes me, and I toss and turn for hours. I hate the fact that she can make me lose myself like this. I don't want to want her so badly.
