Chapter 15 #2
“It’s your vulnerability that I want,” he growled down at her, backing her up until she bumped into the wall.
She tried to slide sideways but her hip hit the edge of the couch.
He blocked her on the other side, forcing her to bend over the arm of the couch to escape the angry words he hurled at her.
“It’s your fucked up darkness and the chaos you play to with your wild music.
When your Maestro yells at you because you refuse to fit in, but makes you First Chair anyway, that’s the Addison I want to fuck raw.
Not the fucking woman that wants to go on dates and be sweet to each other.
When I hit your body and you moan for me, you come when I hurt you because you’re a submissive that cries out for the fucked up deviant in me. ”
A sob escaped her and she brought her hands up almost involuntarily to cover her ears, but he refused to let her hide.
He grabbed her wrists and forced them down.
He shoved her back against the arm of the couch shoving his leg between hers.
Not content, he reached down and yanked her long skirt up until it was bunched at her waist and only a thin pair of lacy panties covered her.
“Your mother fucked you up, hitting you when you were a child, while your father stood by and ignored it. Your parents controlled you so they wouldn’t have to be embarrassed by their defective only child.
You grew strong enough to move out and protect yourself, but now you crave the control of a true dominant.
” He leaned in, pressing his fingers into her hips and forcing her into his body.
“That pussy was just waiting for someone like me to come along and tame it.”
Asshole! she thought angrily, trying to deny the flood of sensations rushing through her body. She bit her lip hard, concentrating on the pain so she wouldn’t feel the pleasure he was playing out on her body.
It was the most conversation he’d ever given to her at once and she hated him for it.
She whimpered, but as always the violent passion in his touch turned her on, even if she hated him for the way he treated her.
He would yank her closer physically while driving her away with words. She wanted to lash out at him.
“And what’s your story Daniel,” she asked breathlessly.
“Why are you so fucked up? Why do you need to dominate me so badly? Why do you deny having an accent and push me away when I ask too many questions, but pull me closer when you crave what all humans need? Even you can’t survive without affection.
Isn’t that the reason you follow me around, why you can’t seem to let me go, while denying that we’re having any kind of relationship? ”
He froze against her. She realized she must have unwittingly drawn blood.
His hands tightened to the point of real pain.
When she could no longer stand it, she whimpered and he finally released her, pushing her back until she sprawled across the couch.
She curled in a ball worried, that he might really attack her.
It was stupid of her to push a man like Daniel so far, but she hated the way he spoke about her parents. It wasn’t fair.
“Fuck, Addison!” he growled. He reached for her and dragged her off the couch. “Is this what you think we’re doing? You whore yourself out so you can get something out of me? An escort to take you places? That what you want?”
She stared blankly up at him, horror etching her features. How could he possibly think that of her? “No!” she whispered hoarsely. “Of course not!”
He ignored her denial. “Then you better fucking make it good, because I don’t date. Give me a reason to want more than a quick fuck, Addison, because I never wanted you for anything else.”
Tears flooded her eyes at his cruelty and before she could think about it, she swung her hand back and hit him for all she was worth.
But she was standing too close to really make the hit count.
It didn’t help that she couldn’t see and she was pretty sure she clipped his shoulder and only got the edge of his jaw.
Still, he understood where her sentiments were.
He took her hand and pulled it around her back so she couldn’t try to remedy her aim.
He yanked her in for a kiss, trying to rekindle her former passion, but she was so upset by his cruel words that she barely noticed.
She collapsed against him, tears running down her cheeks.
Daniel ran his hands roughly down her body, dragging the straps of her tank top down her arms and baring her small coral pink bra.
He bent his head to explore her cleavage with is lips.
Still she lay limp in his arms, crying softly, offering no resistance, but refusing to participate.
He lifted her against his body and carried her into the bedroom.
He laid her down on her bed and looked down at her half naked body, clearly torn.
Finally, with a growl, he flipped the quilt over her body and strode away, leaving her to cry out her misery alone.
He knew if he stayed it would be rape this time, and he couldn’t do that to her.