Chapter Thirty-Nine
Irvin
I stare at my princess across the room as she sticks out her tongue and highlights lines in her notebook.
We’re supposed to be studying together, but all I can think about is what she’s hiding.
She’s been acting differently toward me since yesterday.
I want to know who put fear into her. I’m going to find out soon enough.
She scrunches her nose as she chews on the end of the highlighter. She looks so pretty with her curly hair pulled into a ponytail, and the way her nose crinkles when she’s thinking.
I set my laptop on the coffee table, then scoot closer to her. Her eyes dart to mine, but she swallows thickly and tries to move away.
I want Lilac dependent on me—fully, emotionally relying on me.
I want inside her beautiful mind. I want her addicted to the high I give her.
She’s attached to me; I know she is. The way she looked when I asked her to suck my dick and then left—the frown, the sadness, the longing in her gray eyes.
The way she answered my questions about someone kidnapping her from me.
The panic in her gaze. I asked those questions to see how she would respond, to gauge how attached she is to me.
I want her obsessed with me, as much as I am with her.
I take the notebook from her hand and set it on the table. She frowns. Her hooded eyes lock on mine.
“What are you doing?”
I lay her on her back. “I want you to admit that you have feelings for me.”
She laughs lightly, then covers her mouth. “Are you high? Do you really think I have an emotional connection with you?”
She presses her hand firmly against my chest, but I don’t budge.
“Yes. I do.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Just because I admitted that I wanted you, doesn’t mean I have an emotional connection.” She grins.
I cock an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“You and your arrogance. You think my life revolves around yours. You misconstrue everything into an emotional connection.”
I remove her sweatshirt, her leggings, then her panties. I focus on her pussy—beautiful, pink. I slide my finger inside her—warm, mine. She needs to tell me she has feelings for me.
She sucks in a breath and tries to push me off.
“Irvin… please.”
“Please what, my princess? You want me to stop? That’s not happening.”
She grabs the print of my dick, squeezing tight. “Fuck, Lilac.”
I press my finger to her clit and move in slow circles as I take her hand off my dick. This is not how this works. I’m in control—not her.
She arches her back, letting me know she wants me to fuck her.
“Please… fuck me.” Her tone is light as a feather.
“No.”
“No?”
“Not until you admit you have feelings for me.”
I lower my mouth to her clit, licking her until she digs her nails into my skin. She wraps her legs around my shoulders, letting my tongue fuck her.
I pull away and lean close to her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful, and I own every inch of you. But I need you to admit you have feelings for me. You need to stop lying to yourself.”
She bites her lip. “Why would I lie to you, Irvin? That’s cruel.”
“Lying to yourself is cruel. I’m well aware of my feelings for you. You’re too damn stubborn to admit anything.”
Her eyes flick back and forth—heated. She bites the inside of her cheek.
I can’t take it anymore. I have to be inside her.
I free my dick from my pants and slide into her. She places her hands around my neck.
“Please.”
“Admit you have feelings for me.”
She pouts. “I’m fucking tired of your shit.”
I thrust forward. “Take a nap, my princess.”
I fuck her slow and hard, trying not to nut inside her.
“You’re insane.”
I need her emotionally dependent on me. She knows her true feelings; that’s why she’s hiding them.
I pull out.
“Irvin.”
I remove my tie from around my neck and wrap it around her small wrists, tying it in a neat bow. Next, I place the gag inside her mouth.
Her eyes widen. Desire blooms across her face. Her brown skin flushes.
I slide back inside her and fuck her while she moans against the gag.
I flip her over, grab lube from the nightstand, slide it along her crack, and place her clit stimulator on her.
I ease in slowly. This will be the only time I’ll be gentle with her. I feel her contracting around me, squeezing the fuck out of my dick.
She moans around the gag.
She turns her head to the side—terror flashes—but then she relaxes, letting me fuck her slowly. Her whimpers are soft and drawn out.
Before I know it, my balls contract, and my orgasm climbs up my spine. I come inside her before I pull out and remove the gag and the stimulator from her clit. Finally, I untie her wrists.
She smiles.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, tilt her chin, and our gazes lock. I slide my fingers inside her to find she’s soaked.
“Admit you have feelings for me, and I’ll fuck you again.”
She melts into the bed. Sweat decorates her forehead.
“W-what?” She shakes her head. “No. I don’t have feelings for you, Irvin.”
She reaches for the clit stimulator, but I snatch it away and place it in the nightstand.
I pull on my boxers, grab my vape, and turn for the door.
“Where are you going? You’re not going to make me come?”
“I’m going outside to smoke.”
“We were in the middle of sex!” she shouts.
I shake my head. “I told you what I want from you, and you’re not giving it to me.”
“Because it’s not true.”
I cup her face, stroking her cheek. “Then I’m not going to fuck you again.”
I leave the bedroom and rush down the stairs. She’s on my heels, like white on rice.
She yanks my forearm. “Why are you acting like a dick?”
I turn around and look down at my princess. “Because I’m tired of you lying to yourself. Lying to me.”
Silence stretches between us. She follows me outside, and the cold, dry air hits me like a ton of bricks. I inhale from my vape, blowing smoke from the corner of my mouth.
“Irvin. Why do you care if I have feelings for you?”
“If you don’t admit you have feelings for me, then I won’t fuck you anymore,” I repeat. “Simple.”
She stomps her foot. Tears gloss over her eyes. “Fine. I have feelings for you.”
“Say it louder. I didn’t hear you.”
She folds her arms and rocks on her heels. “I have feelings for you, Irvin.”
I pick her up and carry her to the living room couch. I spread her wide, lick her clit, and slide my fingers inside her. She yanks my hair hard enough that my scalp screams at the same time her pussy squeezes the hell out of my fingers.
“I’ve never felt anything like what I feel with you,” she says as she comes all over my hand.
“Good. I want to be your only love. Your only everything.”
I fuck her with my tongue until she falls asleep.