Chapter 16
POV: Dane?
Fuck her.
Literally, I wanted to fuck the living shit out of her.
And make her crawl on her hands and knees and beg for a drop of my cum.
I want her to scream my name as I thrusted inside of her, begging for me, begging for my cock, begging for everything I symbolised. Sweet, sweet control. Indulging in the carnal desires that drove her, even though she’d adamantly deny it.
I shifted my weight into the shower’s wall, gripping my cock and pumping my palm back and forth, thinking of the way the dildo stroked her sweet pussy.
She thought she had me.
I squeezed my cock harder.
She thought she broke me.
I pumped faster.
She thought she won.
Cum spurted from my dick.
Well, she thought wrong.
I didn’t expect this out of her—my sweet, sweet Belle, yet I should have.
I underestimated her and that was my fault, but what I wouldn’t do is let her believe that she won.
After I finished soaping and rinsing myself I decided that there was only one thing left to do.
Surprise her. Turn the tables. Flip the switch. Show her who’s really in control and who started this game from the beginning. Me.
But one thing that her orgasm had taught me—it brought me closer to the truth, that if I didn’t think she was the one before, she damn certain was now.
We were practically made for each other—inside and outside.
Now I just needed to show her.
And I wouldn’t give her a warning this time.
By the time I went to her room, it was 3:00 am. I loudly unlocked the door then aggressively shut it behind me.
Belle was still fast asleep when I entered, unaware of the fact that I had entered her room in the dark of night, half enraged and still half turned on from her escapades earlier.
I watched her, her cheek resting softly against the pillow, lips slightly parted as if she were lost in a dream.
It took me only 2 seconds to decide my next move.
Grab her out of bed and press her against the wall.
Within seconds her eyes darted open as I dragged her out of bed and pushed her back into the wall with force.
She struggled, tried to fight me, even tried to bite me but all I did was laugh. One dark chuckle should do it for her to know I’m serious and she’d better cut her shit out.
My hand instinctively went to her neck as I held her against the wall, towering over her like a predator who stalks their prey.
I didn’t speak. I just watched her. Watched her squirm, watched her big blue eyes go wide, watched her become uncomfortable.
She parted her lips then spoke, “get your hands off of me, now.”
I smiled a wide devilish grin as I looked down on her, my large hand wrapped around her throat, causing her breath to waver.
“Now,” she ordered again, as if I took direction from her.
This was my game.
“You’re not the one in control, Belle,” I reminded her, pressing my body further into hers.
She let out a soft, uncontrolled whimper that made my cock harden.
“You’re…sick,” she mustered out, though her voice told me otherwise.
“And you are too,” I reminded her, as my smile widened. “You’re turned on right now. Aren’t you, Belle?” I slid my hand down her body, starting between her breasts, not touching them directly but teasing her. Then slid my hand further down her stomach and stopped right before her core.
“No,” she lied.
“You’re a shitty liar.”
Her breathing accelerated into unsteady breaths, as if she was slowly gasping for air.
I kept my hand on her throat then used my other to dig into my pocket and pull out my phone. I flashed the phone in front of her face.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the images.
“You’re in Bali. Everyone’s commenting on how beautiful it is.”
“You’re—” she began, pausing.
“I’m what?” I chuckled darkly. “I’m a psychopath? A sicko? What? Those insults are old news, princess.”
I moved my hand back up her body, and grazed my thumb along her lip, watching her squirm.
“Oh, here’s your second post. Service sucks. Might never come back to America. Gah, I love it here!”
I laughed as I rolled my hips against hers.
“Sounds on par for you. Flighty. Adventurous. Can work remotely. Maybe I should even throw in a line about meeting the love of your life out there, then they’ll really believe they won’t see you again.”
Her eyes narrowed on me as she spat in my face. “Fuck you, Dane! I’m tired of being your prisoner. You can’t control me!”
I laughed, wiping off the dribble of spit. “But I have.”
Silence.
“You need to get used to this, Belle. No one is looking for you right now. Stop your games and stop trying to pretend like you have the upperhand in a situation where you’re the captive. It would suit you well to be nice to me,” I drew my thumb over her cheek, stroking it tenderly.
“You see what happens when you aren’t.” I slowly released my hand from her throat and backed away.
She watched me for a moment before she ran after me all wild eyed.
I pinned her into the nearest wall, holding her arms behind her back and whispered into her ear. “You want me to fuck you, that’s it, right?”
She tried to bite at my ear. “Don’t you dare touch me!”
“I bet that sweet pussy wonders what I can do to it with my tongue,” I purred into her ear.
She looked like a deer in headlights.
The image must be stuck in her head.
Then I took a step back, releasing my grip from her and unlocked the door.
And she didn’t move an inch. I watched her as I left, her back was still against the wall and she looked…defeated. But something inside me knew that I couldn’t really ever break her into submission, not really, and truthfully, I didn’t want to.
I liked her strong-willed, stubborn and wild.
And one day, I hoped that she’d submit and stay and not because she feared me or because I confined her, but because she wanted to.