STUCK 2

Chapter 49

He grunted against her back. Her breasts were painfully crushed against the wall as he kept her pinned on it. Her right leg had started to spread the numbness from being hoisted up in his arm for so long. 

He thrusted inside her, roughly, deeply, so much that she had an urge to roll her eyes to the back of her skull. When he loosened his hold on her leg, her legs collapsed like jelly, struggling to stand on their own. 

Yet on her untrustworthy limbs she managed to tremble her way to bed, slumping on it with her legs dangling off the bed, accepting her fate. He closely followed, not enjoying her otherwise adorable struggles. 

She sighed when he turned her on her back, entering her once again, picking up the godly pace in mere seconds. The irksome creak of the bed accompanied her moans as she tried to gather already ruined sheets in her fists. As she would have on any other occasion, she could not match his eyes when he fucked her. The strange sense of betrayal clawed her heart for the second time. She knew that once these gifted overwhelming sexual sensations would wear off, she'd be left alone with the truth, the truth that she did not want to tell him.

So when she neared her orgasm she closed her eyes, forgetting momentarily that she had anything to think about but an approaching climax. He abruptly halted inside her, his large size making it known that it was there, that it could destroy her as much as pleasure her. She shivered when his hand surrounded her delicate neck, the poisonous pique conspicuously visible in his eyes. 

Her breath skipped when his cock retracted slowly, making the room inside her noticeably empty. The strange silence inside their bedroom felt suffocating. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a scream when he rammed inside her roughly, holding her neck tight, restraining her to place. 

"Oh god!!" she cried. Great anticipation built in the pit of her stomach when he retracted again, lunging inside her, convulsing her entire being like an earthquake.  

"Who was it?" he asked again, his cock lurked just on the boundary of his and her body. She was confident that not more than one of his thrusts would be sufficient to let her fly above the clouds. 

His words were raindrops on her cherished bonfire. And she wasn't desperate enough to calm the rain, to let out the secrets that he wasn't meant to know. The heat wasn't worth it. She kept telling herself.
An orgasm wasn't worth it. 

She looked down at herself as his hand left the grip of her neck to keep her thighs open, effortlessly sliding two fingers inside her pussy, slowly moving in and out. Her hands went to the sheets to grab onto something when her body violently vacillated as his fingers began the atrocity of fingering, effectively giving way to an another build-up, only this time more intense, so much so that she began wondering was it worth letting go. 

"Who was it?" he asked again, not halting his expert fingers that could sense her pussy clenching them inside her. Her thighs trembled in anticipation, her hands shook as they tried to maintain their grip on sheet, her muscles tensed as the climax pulled nearer and nearer. Her desperate moans filled the room.

And when she did not give him what he wanted, he refused to give her what she did, pulling his fingers out just before she could reach her high, smearing her thighs with wetness on his fingers.

She was furious, incredibly frustrated but  as much as she wanted to, she did not scream, did not complain. Her hard breaths and sharp gaze however, could not lie, it remained hooked on him as he watched her back, studying her reactions as if he was to write thesis on them.

She didn't slither back when he moved like a predator, hovering over her body, holding her neck yet again, gently moving his thumb back and forth behind her ear as if he was capable of being every bit of gentle with her as much as rough to her fragility.

"What should I do so you trust me?" he whispered, caressing her hair sticking on her forehead, calming her raging heart. 

For seconds she said nothing, gazing back in his eyes that no longer showed any sign of monstrosity, only helplessness. He was tired of trying, manipulating and punishing and demanding. It was perhaps time to get answers by simply asking, with a little bit of empathy and little less arrogance. 

When he thought she would remain silent again, she decided to speak, unable to remain stoic to his innocent features that were far from harmless. 

"Sign the contract" her voice came hoarse from dry throat.

He was truly baffled what about it was so important to her, "Why does it matter so much?" he asked from depth. 

"I need to know she'll be safe, with or without me"

He had nothing to say to that, except for watching her eyes for anything that she did not say. He could not help himself when he asked it, feeling hurt in the deep, sane parts of him,

"You don't trust me at all do you?"

"And you do?" She didn't blink, "I am telling you, nothing worth a discussion happened at the mall. Do you trust me?"

"Then why don't you just tell me?"

"Then why don't you just sign it?"

They watched each other and said nothing. There was nothing to be said.

She closed her eyes when he closed the distance, kissing her cheek.

"I hate you...I hate you so much" he whispered against her skin.

Her hands pulled him close, intertwining in his wet locks, allowing his head to settle in the crook of her neck, welcoming his hot breath on her hot skin.

"Not more than I hate you"
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Author's note: I am so sorry, I was thinking about this new story in my head. Yeah I think a lot about it.