Page 97 of Mr. Romantic (Mister 2)

Nolan leans down and kisses me on the lips as he unfastens his pants and pulls out his cock.

“So I can give you a better blow job?” I say.

He shakes his head and smiles. “So you can fight back. Maybe you’ll get in a good punch. Right here, Ivy. Right where you slapped me earlier this evening.”

I’m terrified again. How can my feelings be so all over the place? “It’s fantasy, it’s fantasy, it’s fantasy.” I whisper it like a chant.

“You think so?” Nolan asks, climbing on top of me and settling down on my hips. He leans forward, making his long, hard cock rest on my bare stomach. He grabs my wrists and flings them over my head, pressing them painfully against the headboard.

I don’t struggle. I want to close my eyes and make it stop. But I’m too chicken shit to even say the word.

“Do you really think you got here by accident, Ivy Rockwell?”

“What?” My eyes fly open.

“You’re perfect, right? A virgin,” he whispers. “When I claimed you. Did you really think I didn’t know? Please.” He laughs. “You’re so trusting. So innocent. So repressed. I knew you’d buy into the lie. Fuck you in the shower, make you come, talk you up with all that drawing business. Most girls don’t want me to demonstrate, but I did a passable job, don’t you think?”

“What?”

“You didn’t really think this was just a fantasy, did you?” He tsks his tongue and places one hand on the side of my head. My hair is wet, and not from the pool. I am burning up and sweat is pouring down my back. “So, so sweet,” he croons, dipping his face down to mine. He licks my lips and I recoil.

“What?”

“It’s real, Ivy. It’s real and you agreed to it. I’ve got it in writing. I’ve got—”

I spit on him. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you—”

He places a hand over my mouth and nose and says, “Sshhhh, Ivy.” And then he slaps my face so hard, the sting takes a second to catch up.

I buck my back, trying to throw him off me, but his hand is back over my nose and mouth, holding tight until I really can’t breathe. I’m in the full throes of a panic when he lets go and I start gasping for air.

“Just think of all the pretty pictures we’re making, Miss Rockwell.” Nolan kisses me on the mouth and I lose it.

“Goddamn it!” I yell, my bound fists pummeling into his chest. I reach for the tie and yank, taking control of him for once.

“Goddamn it!” I scream. “Goddamn it! Goddamn it! What is real? I can’t fucking tell!”

But my outburst only lasts a second and then he’s got his silk tie wrapped around my face, painfully tight against the corners of my mouth.

Nolan cocks his head the way he does when he’s amused, as he ties the knot at the side of my head.

“That’s the point,” he says, grinning like a madman.

Chapter Thirty-Nine - Nolan

I’ve got her right where she needs to be. Confused. Conflicted. And terrified.

She mumbles something from behind her gag, that sounds like, “Nolan,” but I just shake my head and tsk my tongue. “I gave you a chance to be good, Ivy. I trusted you, and you ran. Now you have to trust me. It’s out of your control. This whole night has spiraled out of your control. You need to accept that and give in.”

She starts crying. Real tears. I watch her fingers for her signal as her fists tighten then open, splayed against my chest, trying to push me off her. But I stay right where I am and wait for her to calm down.

Why am I doing this? Why the fuck am I doing this to her? Especially her. Ivy Rockwell, Jesus fucking Christ. Why do I need this?

“Are you going to be good?” I ask.

“No,” comes out pretty clear from behind her gag.

My crooked grin makes her eyes widen. Her breathing is labored and her legs are kicking up. Harmlessly, but she’s still trying. I lean down and kiss her ear, whispering, “I like it when you fight. So keep fighting. It only makes me harder.”