Shock washes over me as he removes his helmet, the name Matheo almost rolling off my tongue before realization hits me. Because it’s not Matheo. It’s green eyes staring back at me and not blue ones.I’m confused when I realise I am not disappointed.
Anger, that’s all I can feel. If he had saved me now, why couldn’t he just drop me off at home?He has no use for me.
But how can I be angry when he looks at me like he would burn the world if anyone touched me? That’s all I’ve ever wanted.Matheo never had that look, not even when I drove him purposefully insane.
Everything happens so quickly, and before I know it, he’s kissing my thighs. I want to resist... but is that what Ireallywant? Because my body screams for him like I’ve never experienced before.
I forget how to breathe, how to function. It’s the first time I forget how to think, how to do anything.
Thesepast days have had such a toll on me, that I welcome the escape this man suddenly brings me by just takingand not asking. I’ve never had problems being seductive to get what I want, but that confidence is nowhere to be found now. I don’t need to perform or seduce when he looks at me like I am all he has ever wanted. And suddenly, I don’t have to fight for what I want.
I watch as his mouth moves around my pussy, but when his eyes meet mine, I feel my face turn pink. Then his tongue meets my sensitive skin, and I can’t take it. I have no idea what this man is doing to me, but he’s in full control.
My back leaves the mattress as my hands reach for something to hold on to. Then, it all stops.
He steps away like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do, and leaves me on the bed, my pussy bare on display.
Anger rises in an instant again as I realize he’s toying with me, getting me under the same spell he has probably done to plenty of other women. For some reason, the thought makes me jealous. Jealousy is not something I’ve ever felt strongly, if at all.
I stare at him as he leaves the room, back turned against me, not even giving me a second glance. The only sound ishim locking the door, locking me into this damn house like a prisoner.
I don’t touch myself further. I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling the same way I did at home a few hours ago, or days ago? Gosh, I have no idea how much time has passed.
If I give him what he wants, maybe he’ll return me to where I’m supposed to be. Pushing myself off the bed with new motivation, I leave the room to look through the house.
All rooms hold lots of warmth, and only small lights are on. Theno big light rule, huh? Impressive.
It would be a lie to say that it doesn’t make me feel like home, like I belong. “I hate it,” I mutter as I cross my arms in protest, trying to convince myself that I don’t like it.
Opening each door, I find a bathroom, another bedroom which is much darker than the room I just left, and lastly... my jaw drops.A library.But the shelves are surprisingly empty. The few books that are there are all books I love, my absolute favorites so far.
How could he have known?The question sits deep inside me.
I drag my fingertips against the shelfs, then the spines meet my skin. They are all new, and haven’t been read. But they’ve been here for long enough for a thin layer of dust to cover them.
Has he been preparing for this? The thought overwhelms me and I leave the room behind, closing the door and shutting out all my thoughts and emotions.
I find the living room with a big TV, remote placed on the small table that sits in the middle of the room. I ignore it and lie down on the black sofa, preparing myself for what I hope is a mastermind plan. I’m facing the door as I spread my legs, turning myself on as I keep waiting for him to come back. And I can’t wait to see the expression on his face.
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I don’t know how much time passes before the door finally opens and he steps inside, wearing the same leather jacket he took off earlier. I hate how hot he looks wearing it, like it was made just for him.
“Where have you been?” I ask, unashamed in the way I meet him.
“Outside.” He comescloser to me with slow steps, eyes etched between my legs.
“Mhm,” I say, spreading my legs further and reaching down to touch myself, eyes still locked on his as I bite down on my lip.
“What are you doing?” His eyebrowrisesin question.
I don’t answer him, I keep touching myself how I like it, getting myself wet for him.
“You won't get me today, Anastasia. Maybe if you had listened before, but you did not.” He comes closer and sits down beside me.
“Mhm,” I tilt my head to the side, looking at him with fire in my eyes, knowing he’ll break just like his brother.
His hands suddenly landson my body, lifting me off the sofa and placing me in his lap, my back against his chest. The motion is so sudden I forget what I was doing.
