Chapter 12 #2
I watch as his body stiffens but his face remains neutral.
“And?”
“Is someone trying to come for me?” I ask but he doesn’t respond or even look away. He just stares at me with an eyebrow raised.
“I deserve to know if my family is trying to speak with me,” I yell with more conviction than I thought possible. “Why am I just being locked away? I deserve to know something!”
“You will know what I tell you…when I tell you,” he growls as he stalks closer.
The movement has me involuntarily taking a step backwards. He looks angry.
“Do they want me back? Is that what’s going on? Did my uncle change his mind? Rio clearly doesn’t want me. He hasn’t even bothered to show up here and meet me. Why can’t I just go back?”
His body moves against mine, pushing me up against the wall and I’m forced to look up at him when he grips my chin in his hand.
“You’re not going anywhere, Datura. Not now. Not ever.”
I should be angry. I should be livid right now but the only thing running through my mind is the feel of his hard body against mine and the fact that he called me that nickname again.
“Why do you keep calling me a poison when you insist that I stay?”
I watch as he searches my face and close my eyes when the feel of his thumb brushes against my bottom lip.
“Was I really your first kiss?” he asks as he drags his thumb down my lip. It feels seductive but I can’t explain it. I can’t explain anything.
“Yes,” I whisper.
His hand glides down my neck and I feel his thumb brush against my nipple through the t-shirt I’m wearing. It immediately peaks, making me suck in a sharp breath.
“You’ve never been touched here.”
I’m not sure if it’s a question but I answer anyway.
“N…no.”
His hand moves further south and my brain literally short circuits.
‘Is this happening? Maybe I should do something? Move? Anything?’
I can’t though. I can’t do anything. I’m at his complete mercy right now. Just one word comes out from between my lips as I feel his hand cup my pussy from outside of my shorts and his fingers slide the fabric against my clit.
“Pl…please.” I don’t even recognize my own voice right now.
“So desperate, Datura. You don’t even realize how intoxicating you are.”
My eyes snap open and I find myself staring into the darkest shade of green.
I want to tell him I’m not desperate as I glare up at him.
He smirks and for a second I think he’ll shove me away.
That he will laugh in my face. Instead, his arms snap tight around my waist, pulling me into him, his mouth crashing onto mine and stealing the breath from my lungs.
This kiss isn’t like the first at all. It’s ravenous and desperate.
This isn’t the sweet first kiss…this is the raw and unfiltered second kiss.
This is the kiss that leads to…more. His hands are all over my body, running through my hair and yanking my head back to bare my throat to him.
I gasp as he bites and sucks on my neck.
I whimper, the pain and pleasure tangled together as my hands clutch his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
He breaks away just long enough to drag us to his weight machines where he sits on a bench and pulls me to straddle his lap. Then his mouth is on mine again demanding I open for him.
“Please…” I moan out again as he rubs himself against my core
“Dios Mio” he curses in Spanish, as one hand lifts my shirt and I feel him suck my nipple into his hot mouth. Sparks ignite all over my body.
‘Holy shit,’ is the only phrase running through my mind as his other hand slides through the leg of my sleep shorts and I feel his fingers brush against my core.
I’ve only ever felt my own fingers there and while I should feel embarrassed, I don’t. I arch into him, just as desperate as he said I was.
“Stop me now,” he warns, his voice hoarse as his fingers just barely rub against my opening. “Or I won’t be able to.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead, making him growl, low and feral as he penetrates me with just one of his long fingers.
It’s tight and a little uncomfortable at first but then he moves it against something inside me and I moan out again at the feeling.
“My God. Que apretada esta tu panochita. So tight. Fuck.”
I can’t make out half of what he’s saying. His mix of Spanish and English is so raw and dirty, it does something to my body. I feel myself grow more wet as he slides in and out of me.
He glides another finger inside me, slow at first, then harder. I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming and hear him hiss under his breath.
“I’m sorry,” I half-whisper, half-moan.
“Do it again, Datura. I want to feel your teeth on my skin and your nails dragging down my back when you come on my fingers.”
My pussy clenches down on him and I feel something build up inside of me before it detonates.
I come hard, the orgasm tearing through me as my body rocks against his hand.
I moan out a mess of unintelligible words as he holds me up, one arm tight around my waist and the other still between my thighs.
Finally, when it’s over, I sag against him, wincing as he pulls his thick fingers from inside me.
I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow.
I can’t imagine what I would feel like after having more than just a couple fingers inside me.
I should feel bad, I know I should. After all, I did just let the guard sent by my future husband, finger-fuck me in the home gym.
His fingers come up to his mouth and I watch, entranced as he licks them clean.
The movement makes my insides heat again and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out.
“You are trouble,” he says, his eyes flashing with heat and desire.
“You’re the one who started it, Frankie” I whisper.
Suddenly, he lifts me off of him and stands up, a look crossing his features that I can’t decipher.
“Go to your room, Liana,” he says, his voice raw.
I try to step closer to him but he backs away.
“Did I…is it me? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, just…you need to go.”
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, sounding just as hurt as I feel.
“If you stay, Datura. I’ll fuck you on this floor and I won’t care who sees. And I promise, you won’t forgive me for it later.”
Heats floods to my core at the sound of his rough, dirty words.
For a second, part of me wants to test him.
I want him to do just what he said. Take me on the floor of this gym and not give a damn if we’re caught.
Another part of me knows better. I was raised to be married off to whoever my family chooses…
knowing I would remain a virgin until my wedding night.
So even though I’m hurt by his dismissal, I do what I’m told and leave, counting every damn step back to my lonely bedroom.