The Hidden Toxin ✔(#6 in the Our Side of The Dice Series)

Chapter 43: Acts of Disservice

Sean gulped and watched helplessly as Ebun got rid of the buttons of her shirt. She was such a brat. How could she have ripped off his cloth like that without giving him the chance to do the same? Oh, how he would have loved to...

He stopped his nasty thoughts with every ounce of sanity left in him.

Why was he thinking of doing such a thing? Of course, he would have loved to please her. After all, she was the love of his life but it didn't feel like the right time to do it. The circumstance and the atmosphere surrounding her demand didn't match the authenticity of what she was asking for. It might seem like that was what she wanted but Sean could read the vibe and knew that he would only be taking advantage of her if he granted her request.

And so he wanted to decline but Ebun cupped his face with the tip of her fingers, towering over him like the princess of seduction herself as she seized his lips again in a kiss. Sean allowed it. It was irresistible. How could he even push her away when her lips were so soft? But he reminded himself of what he would be doing if he allowed it to go further. So he waited for the right timing to lovingly refuse her current needs.

"Ebun," he placed his free hand on hers, and slowly, he removed it from his face. Ebun's eyes darted in confusion. "You don't want me to make love to you. You just want to take your mind off the pain you feel and I'm the best instrument for that at the moment. You just want a distraction and as much I'd love to be of help, I don't want to do it this way.

Let's do it when we are clearheaded and willing. Let's indulge it when it really means something to us - to you. Don't use me in this way. It's bad for both of us," Sean broke the truth to her in a soft, pleading tone so she wouldn't get offended by it. He could only hope that she'd understand that he had her best interest at heart.

"What's so bad about wanting to use you in this way?" Ebun resumed placing her hand on his face as she rubbed small, needy circles on his skin. "I swear, I need this, Sean, and I'm fully aware that I'm using this as a distraction. Still, I want this."

"You might regret it. You might think you're ready just because you want it right now. But when you eventually get it, you will end up remembering the incidence from thirteen years ago."

Ebun paused and took a deep breath. She pretended to ruminate on what he'd said. Sean was so stubborn, wasn't he? But she was going to get what she wanted. After a moment of wearing a fake, gloomy look on her face, she gripped him by the back of his neck and brought his face closer to her. Without shame, she revealed her deep desires to him in a confident voice. "No. I want to be held and penetrated passionately."

Sean swallowed in shock and embarrassment. It was surprising and mortifying how her words had stimulated him so much. It was even worse that he could not hide his humiliation and defeat from her because he was only a breath away from her as she tightened her grip on the back of his neck. Sean felt so sorry for himself for not knowing what he was up against on time. He'd said his words with the expectations that they'd have an effect on her and make her stop but it was the opposite that happened.

While Sean was feeling her hands roam his chest and stomach area, Sean kept swallowing, trying his hardest not to be defeated by her seduction. He was nervous and torn between two, different intrusive thoughts: "Just do it! What's so bad with allowing her to use you in this way?" and "You will be taking advantage of her emotions if you don't do all that's in your power to stop this from happening." The former thought seemed to be winning. He didn't know what to do. The way Ebun was staring into his eyes was a whisper on its own.

However, when Sean realized that she was going to do worse things if he didn't stop her, he knew it was time to use his brain. It would only be a matter of seconds before she unbuckled his belt. Then, an idea plopped into his mind. It wasn't the best nor the most convenient but he didn't have the luxury of choice or time.