SINFULLY YOURS

Chapter 61: Chapter 61. Down Towards Her Chest

Chapter 61. Down Towards Her Chest

”Why the hell are you so stubborn?” he asked, a frown on his forehead and both hands on his waist. He observed her, looking deeply furious with how intensely stubborn she was.

She stretched out on the sofa. ”There is nothing like stubbornness here,” she said. ”My choice is my choice, okay? This is where I feel most comfortable,” she added, squaring her shoulders as if trying to make a point.

She turned and lay on her side, staring ahead with her eyes wide, avoiding his gaze and dreading the look on his face.

Don said nothing else. She raised an eyebrow, avoiding turning to him.

Then he shook his head. ”Not on my watch,” he said all of a sudden.

She blinked, flinching where she lay, and slowly turned her head to look at him with a frown. ”What?” she asked.

Before she could say anything else or catch up with him, he moved toward her with a speed that made her jerk in shock and fright. He was already over her, his arms wrapped around her waist with strong, solid masculinity.

He pulled her away from the couch with a force that made her feel gravity had instantly lost control. Elevating from the sofa, she found herself swinging over him and landing clean against his shoulders. She fell over his back as he lifted her up.

”What the fuck?” Her eyes widened. ”What the hell?”

She began to kick her feet into the air. ”Put me down!” she exclaimed.

He jostled her. ”No, little girl,” he said, turning around to walk toward the staircase.

”What the fuck? This is abduction!!” she exclaimed. ”Come on, can’t I make a decision for myself?”

He shook his head. ”I’ve said it before. I’m still surprised that it seems like I’m the only one you have the boldness to defy, but you don’t have the smarts whenever you are outside with your peers. It’s fucking driving me crazy. But don’t worry, I’m going to break your will. I’m going to break that sharp spirit inside you that makes you feel the urge to disobey me.”

”This is about me making my decision! You are uttering nonsense,” she said.

He ignored her, continuing up the stairs.

”Arrgh! Come on!” she exclaimed, pounding her fists against his lower back. It felt solid, like an iron wall.

He kept walking with that staggering, annoying, strong stride that made her realize just how powerless she was against this muscular giant of a man.

”What the fuck?” She kept pounding against his back and swinging her legs.

By the time they reached the staircase, his large hand came down hard against her backside with a sharp spank.

Smack!

It echoed all over the living room. She froze, her eyes widening as her cheeks reddened into a sharp, bright beetroot red. Her breath hitched. What the fuck?

”I would advise you stay put,” he said. His deep voice rumbled through the air, vibrating through his body and into hers.

For some strange reason, she couldn’t move anymore. All the fight instantly left her. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth hung open as she dangled over his shoulder.

What the fuck did he just do? she thought.

A prickly, intense hot sensation lingered on the exact spot where his hand had landed on her ass. She clenched her teeth. She couldn’t kick the thought out of her mind, as a sudden, intense urge to be obedient flooded over her. She couldn’t fight anymore, unable to comprehend why. Just what the fuck was that?

It didn’t take long before they reached the room. He typed on the electric keypad. The door unlocked, and he twisted the knob, stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and casually walked over toward the bed.

He dropped her onto the mattress. She bounced powerlessly, without any fight, her hair spreading over the pillows. But he didn’t let her go. He froze, leaning over her, staring down while trapped between her legs.

Rosa’s face flushed even harder. Her hands hovered against his shoulders to support herself as they remained still. Their eyes maintained a perfect, synchronized eye contact.

The friction of his rigid, strong body pressed against the sensitive skin between her legs almost drove her crazy. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips shaking before she could stop them. Her grip on his shirt tightened. The sensation was acute and piercing. She felt her core instantly clench tight where he pressed up against her, staring down with an intense haze in his eyes that promised darkness.

Her lips trembled. Oh my God, she thought. What the hell?

Her breathing grew heavy as she struggled to catch her breath. Her grip on his shirt tightened, as if she were holding him there—as if she wanted to keep him there.

What the fuck are you doing, Rosa? she thought. Kick him away. This is the reason why you were scared to stay in his apartment—because of these perverted actions of his. Why the hell did he have to do that?

She could feel everything: how hard he was, the rising pulse at his crotch. Her eyelids fluttered out of control.

He didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned even closer, pressing himself further against her and intensifying the friction. The prickly, hot sensation made her want to sink back into the bed and cry her eyes out. It was overwhelming.

She began to pant hard, grabbing his shirt even more intensely than before. The eye contact became unrelenting. He stared at her, and she looked back, her face flushed and her eyes wide as if staring at a ghost. She swallowed hard.

Holy shit, she thought. The expression on his face wasn’t helping at all.

She saw his eyes rake all over her face, down to her nose, lingering intently on her lips. She saw his lips falter and watched his tongue wet his bottom lip.

Holy fuck.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Goddamn it. She was supposed to look away. She was supposed to push him off. But she couldn’t. She felt like a statue, completely lacking the strength to fight the torrent overwhelming her nerves.

Don stared at her, his gaze traveling over her body, her full lips, her throat, and her heaving chest. His eyelids fluttered. His grip on the bed tightened, squeezing the fabric of the blanket on either side of her head.

Oh, fuck me, he thought. This is getting harder by the minute.

He blinked rapidly, an intense battle raging within him to avoid her gaze—to make the simple gesture that would break this connection before he did something he wasn’t supposed to do.

It felt too hard. Images flashed in his mind. The girl in front of him so familiar, an image from the past overlapping with Rosa’s face—a vulnerable expression, giving him a seductive smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him down.

”I know you want me,” her voice echoed in his ears. ”Why do you have to be so resilient? Why do you keep fighting? Look at how hard you are.”

The memory kept playing; he was no longer in the present moment. He felt her hand trace his rigid muscles, sliding down to his crotch, gripping and squeezing him. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he leaned in close until he felt her warm breath against his face.

He heard her breath hitch and felt her grip on his shoulders tighten.

”God, why the fuck do you have to drive me so crazy?” he murmured against her lips.

Their noses touched. His hand raked over her belly, then sliding down to her thighs and over toward her hips. He suddenly grabbed her ass, squeezing gently and pulling her close, increasing the friction of his hard-on against her.

Her soft moan echoed in his ears.

”Fuck,” he groaned.

He pressed his lips against her cheek, sliding down toward her neck.

”Oh my God,” he murmured.

His grip against the bed grew even stronger as he moved his hips against hers. The memory just wouldn’t leave his mind. He couldn’t pull himself back from the swirling vortex of hallucinations consuming him.

God, I can’t hold it anymore, he thought, tracing his lips down toward her chest.