Chapter Thirty-Six

Irvin

I study my princess’s face as she types on her computer. She looks so innocent, so focused.

Lilac has been acting weird since yesterday, ever since she got home from school. She looked… spooked.

We lie in bed, and I cup her face, stroking my thumb across her soft lips. I want complete dominance over her mind, sexual dominance, to test her limits. I want her to crave me and become completely dominant over me. I want her to want me the way I want her.

She’s not there yet.

“Have you heard of the word limerence?”

“No.”

Her eyes meet mine. “It’s someone who’s obsessed with, wants control of, the person.”

I smirk. “Are you trying to diagnose me, my sweet Lilac?”

She laughs nervously. “Of course.”

Her face goes flat then, and I think she’s trying to distract me from what’s really going on. I hacked her phone and couldn’t find anything on there that would make her put her walls up. I cup her face, getting lost in her stormy grays.

“Princess, what are you hiding?”

She shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”

“Has someone upset you, my love?”

“I said I’m fine,” she snaps.

She gets up from the bed and changes into a sweatshirt and sweatpants. She grabs her book from the nightstand, but I snatch it away.

She flinches again. She’s scared—but not of me. Something happened that she won’t tell me. If someone hurt her, I’m going to kill them with my bare hands.

I hear the echoes of my heartbeat in my ears and feel the thick tension between us. A nervous laugh slips from her lips.

I kiss her softly, sliding my fingers into her hair. Her shoulders stiffen then relax as she devours my lips. I rub the print of my dick against her stomach, and she lets out a slow moan. She steps back, eyes meeting mine, then bites her lip.

“I have somewhere I need to be.” Her tone is low.

I cock my eyebrow. “Where do you need to be?”

She’s lying. I checked her calendar—there’s nothing on it.

“I’m supposed to meet Lyrical for drinks.”

She presses her thighs together. Her body wants me, but she’s trying to play it cool. She always tries to hide how she really feels about me, but we both know she wants me. Her body can’t help it.

I brush my fingers along her jawline, leaving kisses down her neck. She places her hand on my shoulder, but she doesn’t push me away. Her stormy eyes plead with me to fuck her.

She pulls away.

She wants me to chase her.

I’ll give her exactly what she craves. She needs to be controlled. I want to see where her mind is at. Will she lie to me further? I gently bite her lip, and she steps back.

The smell of her lilac-and-honey scent lingers in my nostrils. I stroke the side of her cheek with the back of my hand.

“What if I stop fucking your tight pussy? What if I stop touching you?”

Her eyes widen. “Why?”

I remove the vape pen from behind my ear, place it between my lips, inhale, and exhale the weed loudly.

“Would it bother you if I didn’t fuck you anymore?”

She watches me like a hawk. Her shoulders slump, and her hands settle on her hips.

“I’m not answering that.”

I pull her close, caging her so she can’t run.

“I could stop touching you. I could stop eating your pussy.”

I track her reaction. Her eyelids droop, but she doesn’t utter a word.

She snatches the vape pen from my mouth and sets it down on the dresser. “You had too much of the vape. You’re high.”

“Trust me, princess. I’m not too high to know what I’m asking you.”

I scoop her up in my arms, and she snuggles her face under my neck. She melts the minute I take control.

I lay her on the bed, and her face flushes. She breaks eye contact with me.

I yank down her sweatpants, slide my fingers inside her—tight, warm, mine. She gasps, and I lick her clit, then remove my mouth.

“So, what happens if I stop fucking you? How would you feel?”

She sits up. “We’re not doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Your little games, Irvin.”

She’s denying me because she doesn’t want to admit she craves my touch. She doesn’t want to admit I have psychological dominance over her. She’s playing it cool.

“Why are you asking such absurd questions, Irvin?” She shakes her head. “How would you feel if I stopped fucking you?”

I smile. “I’d be pretty fucked up about it. I mean, I crave you.”

She removes her panties and laughs. “Crave. You hit the vape pen too much.”

I move it aside, staring at her wet pussy, then slide my dick inside her. She squeezes me hard—soaked. Just how I like it.

Shame colors her face as she digs her nails into my forehead.

“Answer my question, my love. How would you feel if I stopped fucking you?”

She smirks. “I’ll fuck Jameson instead.”

I stop mid-thrust, glare, daring her to repeat her words. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I’ll fuck Jameson.” She bites her bottom lip, grinning.

I smirk. “You’re saying that to get a rise out of me.”

She wraps her legs around me. “Would you let me fuck Jameson if I really wanted to?”

I slam into her hard, and she screams my name. “Irvin!! Jeez, your dick hurts!”

“Stop saying shit to hurt me, and I won’t fuck you so hard.”

She grins. “I like the pain.”

I thrust slowly, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close. “I don’t know what I would do if you stopped fucking me, honestly.”

“Interesting. So, you wouldn’t care?”

“You’d have to stop to see how I would feel.”

“Interesting,” I repeat.

I fuck her hard again, chasing my own orgasm.

I feel the tip of my dick tingling, and I come inside her.

I flip her over, her ass in the air, slip back inside, and continue to fuck her so hard the headboard knocks against the walls.

I yank her hair gently, her soft moans slipping from her beautiful mouth.

“Irvin… you feel so good,” she moans. “Keep going.”

I lean down to her ear. “Are you ashamed that you still want me? That you like being fucked so rough and hard?”

She bites her lip. “No.”

Once I come inside her again, she pulls away, hands trembling. Her mood instantly changes. Her eyes shoot daggers at me.

“What is wrong? You can talk to me.”

“I failed my midterm exam,” she lies.

She won’t admit her true feelings.

I’ll get it out of her somehow.

She stomps into the bathroom and locks the door.

I run my fingers through my hair.

Lilac can’t run from her emotions forever.

If ads affect your reading experience, click here to remove ads on this page.