Chapter 18 #4
“You should have thought of that before.” I opened my mouth to challenge her, but swallowed the words back when she lifted her hand, her eyes hard in warning.
“I understood your reasons, and I like knowing your intention was to protect me, but that doesn’t make me forget you didn’t share it with me or trust me enough to do it.
And forgive me if I’m wrong, which I very much doubt, but in any couple there’s a word called partnership.
That means something, doesn’t it? I can even understand that you don’t fully trust me, and I don’t blame you.
But not trusting me even the least bit to share your life with me and deciding ahead of time for me, decreeing I wouldn’t support you, because that’s what you did.
You decided for me. You didn’t give me a vote.
You judged without giving me the right to say what I thought.
Whether I’d like it, whether I’d support you or not.
“How the hell is our relationship going to be if you can’t trust me even the tiniest bit?
Are we going to act like a couple, sleeping and waking together every day, having sex whenever we want, but when it comes time to share our opinions, it’s every man for himself, each deciding what’s best for the other without asking?
And when the baby is born? Are you going to decide his schedules and obligations by yourself because you want to protect me from a possible annoyance because I might have different opinions from yours?
Are you also going to decide when and what school to take him to without asking me because you don’t want to upset me over an argument that ‘would happen’ if you thought I didn’t like the school? ”
“It’s not like that, Antonella…”
“Yes, it is, Thor. Do you know how I feel about that? Humiliated. Useless. Powerless. A totally and completely incapable person.” She sobbed.
“And if you think I’m so incapable that you can’t share even the minimum with me, how will you trust me to share raising our son?
How will you trust that I’m capable of taking care of him when you’re not there?
That hurts, and sweetheart, I am extremely hurt with you right now. ”
I surrounded her. “Forgive me, please. I was wrong. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, I swear.
I didn’t think you’d feel like this. And I didn’t omit it because I think you’re incapable.
None of the things you said went through my mind when I decided to leave you out of my work.
I only thought about taking care of you and protecting you.
My focus was only on keeping you both safe from any unnecessary worry that might put you in danger.
I would kill for you. I couldn’t live with myself if either of you suffered any harm because of me.
” Her trembling, vulnerable smile filled me with peace.
“I know you’ll be an amazing mother, that you’ll raise our boy well.
And I have no doubt you’ll care for him with your own life if necessary. ”
“Thank you. But you’re still in debt to me.”
“I’ll pay any price. It doesn’t matter. I’ll pay whatever you think I owe for my innocent stupidity, love.”
“That’s a high wager, Thor. Careful,” she warned mysteriously. “Many men have gone to the grave over promises like that.”
“Sweetheart, if I’m buried in the heat of this hot pussy, coming deep inside your body until I die, I’ll go to the grave very happy.”
Ella clicked her tongue and smiled. I did not get a good feeling.
“You have a very particular view of death, don’t you?”
“What do you mean by that?”
Ella lifted her chin, looking at me firmly. “I mean you’re on probation, and your optimistic view of death isn’t included in that probation.”
I smiled sideways. “I could have another, slightly less optimistic one that would include fingers and mouth,” I teased. “You know I’m very good with both.”
“Oh, I know,” she sighed gracefully, and moved away. “And I believe those two will be even better if you abstain from their wonderful work for a while.”
“You can’t do this to me. That pussy is mine!”
“I can, and I’ll dare say more. Both will be razor-sharp by the time you pay your debt to me and recover your temporarily suspended rights.
That seems excellent to me, since the other option included a kick in the ass, because I’ll tell you this for the last time: I am not a fool, and I hate when people try to treat me like one, even unintentionally.
As you can see, two options. Isn’t it excellent that I prefer the first? ”
“Excellent would be you naked on that bed and wide open for me. Now.”
“No,” she denied stubbornly, and somehow, her bratty answer sent a shot of excitement to the head of my cock.
Ella had every right to deny me. She was hurt, and with reason. But hell, I had rights too. Her wickedness was making me harder.
I studied her posture and my chances of making her give in.
Son of a bitch.
Ella was enjoying being mean to me and, by God, she was turned on by it. But damn it, she didn’t seem very willing to give in. Worse, she seemed very firm in her crazy decision to apply the punishment she thought I deserved.
No one could blame a desperate man for fighting with the weapons he had, I told myself as I offered her a libertine smile.
She looked at me restlessly, narrowing her eyes.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Her words stopped me. “You’re forgiven, but you’re on probation. And you, better than anyone, know what happens to those smart guys who try to cheat this benefit, don’t you?”
“I know I’m hard, and my balls hurt with need. I also know you’re wet, as ready for me as I am for you. Don’t try to deny it.”
“I don’t deny it,” she said with disdain.
“Then stop being mean. Later you can teach me as many lessons as you want. I won’t object. I swear. Just let me feel you now.”
“No.”
“What do you suggest I do with this?” I grunted, holding my hard cock over my jeans.
“You have a very good hand.”
Perplexity cut through me.
“You want me to jerk off?”
Ella gave me a sexy look. “Don’t be shy!
Do what you have to do while you shower, and I’ll do the same.
Then, when you’re calmer, come back to me, and we’ll go downstairs and watch a very sappy movie.
We can order something to eat too. I’m starving.
” She licked her lips and smiled sweetly.
Shameless. “And if you behave, maybe I’ll let you steal a few kisses from me, and who knows, maybe even cop a feel?
No risk of increasing your sentence.” She winked.
“You, you little witch from hell… I know how to play too…”
“Good for you! But you know what? I have an innate talent for being mean. And guess what? I love it! And right now, I wouldn’t mind increasing your sentence.
” She dragged out each syllable with a touch of playful perversity, alternating her gaze between me and her nails while I narrowed my eyes, stunned, furious that she was playing with me like this.
And illogically amused and more turned on, all at the same time.
God, she would drive me insane soon. “So my suggestion is that you behave like a good, repentant boyfriend if you don’t want to make this harder for yourself. ”
I pointed at her.
“I hate you.”
“You’re dying for me.”
I looked at her threateningly over my shoulder while keeping the door open.
“Witch,” I growled before slamming the door behind me.