The flicker of relief
that crossed her face as Bradley unlocked the door sent a hot spear of anger
shooting through my gut. The one thing
that had consoled me about this whole shitty situation was that she was more
afraid of him than she was of me. And
while I knew that was completely fucked up, I couldn’t help the fury I felt at
seeing her relieved expression at his return.
I refused to even contemplate the
sour tang of jealousy that arose in the back of my throat.
Did she really
prefer his violently threatening presence to my erotically threatening
one? And how shitty was I for even
wondering something like that? Did I
really expect her to be more comfortable with the prospect of rape than a
beating?
My jaw ached as I
ground my teeth in frustration.
Not rape.
I would never do that, not to any woman. And certainly not to her.
But you do want to do that, the castigating voice that lurked in the back of
my mind whispered insidiously. I wanted
to tie her down and hurt her. And even
though in my fantasies she was a willing, eager participant, manipulating a
sexually naïve woman into submitting to me was just as twisted as fucking her
brutally without her consent.
Wasn’t it?
“Here,” Bradley
said gruffly as he tossed a bag of clothes at Claudia. Her eyes flashed and her lips pursed together
tightly as she examined its contents.
They clearly weren’t to her liking.
Damn it. I knew that women could
be very picky about their clothing; their personal identity was often tied into
their sense of style. Maybe it would
have been better if I just let her wear my clothes instead of making her feel like
she was having to surrender yet another part of herself.
Or maybe I was
just telling myself that because I would love to see her wearing my white
t-shirt every day. And nothing else.
Yeah, because that would make her way more comfortable, I thought derisively.
When she spoke to
Bradley, her tone was as icy as her glare.
“Can I have that shower now?”
There was none of the meek hesitancy in the request as there had been
when she had asked me the same question earlier. Between Bradley’s threats and my blatant
flirting, Claudia seemed to be reaching the end of her rope. She needed a break from us, a few moments of
privacy. And hell if I didn’t need that
too. I could use some time away from
her, a chance to get my head screwed on straight.
Because when I was
around her, I was completely out of control.
I couldn’t seem to regulate my thoughts, my mouth, or my dick. Most things in my life might be hopelessly
out of my hands, but in my own bedroom I was always the one in control.
She was a
paradox. Everything in me screamed at me
to demand her submission, but that need was so insistent that I couldn’t govern
my own reactions to her. Being around
her was maddening, was making me lose my grip on the only aspect of my life
where I could be in control: sex.
My knee-jerk
reaction was to resent her, to hate her for that. But I just hated myself. I had always had my qualms about my
lifestyle, but I had managed to shove them to the back of my mind. If I didn’t have this, then I would have gone
crazy a long time ago. And I would
probably be dead. I would have tried to
kill my father for what he did to me, for who he has forced me to become, and I
certainly wouldn’t have survived that, even if I had succeeded. Someone who wanted to take his place would
have made an example of me.
My father had
taken everything from me, but I wouldn’t let him have this. I wouldn’t let him taint the only source of
pleasure in my life.
I’m not like him. I don’t want to hurt women. That’s not why I’m like this.
But I did hurt
women. And I enjoyed it. Watching a woman’s ass redden under my hand
got me hard, and seeing the submission in her eyes as I did so gave me a rush
unlike anything else. I might cloak it
in the guise of pleasure, but how was beating a woman into submission any
different from what my father had done to my mother?
I glared at
Claudia’s retreating back as she headed towards the bathroom, Bradley in
tow. She was making me consider
forsaking the only good thing in my life.
But that wasn’t
fair. It wasn’t her fault that she was trapped in my room with me, tormenting me. With that thought, my resentment turned on
Bradley for putting her here, and another fissure cracked in the brotherly bond
that I had always shared with him.
Once I was alone,
I wasn’t granted any relief from the sexual frustration that Claudia had
inflicted upon me. My balls ached, and I
longed to seek release. I kept my hands
resolutely fisted at my sides, trying to ignore the resultant pain in my
shoulder from constantly tensing my muscles.
If I touched
myself, then she would win; it would be an admission of my powerlessness when
it came to her. I was determined to control
my lust. If she ever did slake it, it
would be on my terms. I would come in
her hot cunt, not my own hand. And I would
make her beg me for it, make her fall to her knees and moan my name as she
pleaded with me to give her my cock.
I bit back a groan
at my wayward thoughts. It seemed that
being freed of her presence didn’t make her any less enticing. I was still surrounded by her scent, and the
sheets were rumpled from where she had lain beside me. Waking up with her soft body pressed up
against mine had felt so damn sweet…
Shit.
It seemed an
eternity before I heard Bradley’s harsh voice as he pounded on the bathroom door. “Time’s up.
I’m not going to let you run up the water bill, princess.”
My first instinct was
to be relieved that she would come back and I would no longer have the option
of touching myself. But I knew that
things were only about get that much worse for me once she was in my bed again.
Despite my
consternation, I couldn’t hold back a small smile at the thought of the
indignant expression on her face in that moment. I didn’t think that she would take too kindly
to Bradley calling her “princess”. I
almost regretted that I couldn’t see her flashing eyes and pursed lips. She clearly thought that her censorious glare
was intimidating, but the very idea of the fragile woman posing any sort of
threat was laughable.
For someone so non-threatening, she’s sure
done a number on me, I grudgingly admitted to myself.
When she appeared
in my doorway, it became clear just how dangerous she was for me. The hunger within me flared at the sight of
her. The dampness of her hair made it a
few shades darker than usual, only further offsetting her striking, flawless
alabaster skin. The locks fell around
her face in soft waves, framing her high cheekbones and delicate, pointed
chin. The dress she wore was obviously
second-hand, but the way that it tapered to her waist before flaring out over
her hips accentuated the feminine shape that had been obscured by her slacks
and blouse. Her long legs were revealed
to me for the first time, and my gaze roved all the way up from her slender
ankles to the dress’ hemline. My mouth
watered at the thought of what the frayed cotton fabric concealed. Although the neckline was too high to hint at any cleavage, the creamy expanse of skin revealed by the spaghetti-strap design
was undeniably enticing. I longed to
trace the line of her collarbone with my tongue, to hear her soft gasp as I kissed
the little hollow at the base of her throat. Just the column of her slim neck made lust
pulse through me as an image of wrapping my hand around it as I fucked her
flashed across my mind.
My eyes continued
their upward progress, and I was pleased to see that gorgeous, soft shade of
pink coloring her cheeks. Did she enjoy
the way I studied her as much as I enjoyed drinking her in?
My gaze finally
locked with hers, and the predator within me stirred. Her grey eyes were wide and slightly
shocked. Her surprise at her reaction to
me as well as the embarrassment that heated her cheeks let me know that her
lust for me was just as uncontrollable as mine was for her. It might not mean that I had the upper hand,
but at least we were on even footing.
She looked so damn tantalizing, an innocent who secretly longed to be
corrupted.
My grin was
knowing and wolfish, a dark promise that I could extinguish that innocence if
she asked me to. If she begged me to. And I would make her beg. She would be eager to do so once I began
toying with her.
Her plump pink
lips parted slightly, and desire flickered in her eyes. She seemed to suddenly realize her mistake,
and her mouth twisted down into a scowl, her eyes narrowing.
But I knew what I
had seen, and no amount of glaring was going to erase that knowledge. Her show of resistance only further goaded my
pursuit. I would chip away at that
disapproving mask until it crumbled. I
would force her to acknowledge that she wanted me. No woman had ever presented me with such a
challenge, and the thought of breaking her to my will blotted out all other
thoughts, consuming me.
Can't wait for September 6th so that I can share this story with y'all!
Much Love,
Julia xxx
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