On His Terms

○×30: sinful desires and moans○×

<If I was meant to be controlled, I would have come with a remote>

|Jadesola|

TRIGGERING CONTENT (DUBIOUS CONSENT)

SATURDAYS ARE for owambes. It was for enjoyment and merriment only, dancing and spraying of money as everyone ate to their heart's content. But now, it wasn't looking to be so in my case.

Who could have known my bastard boss would almost crash my cousin's wedding, forcefully order me to announce to the world that we were a couple and now, want to violate me?

I bounced on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, my gown flared wide as I struggled to regain my bearing.

The devil himself, Kian towered over me, his clothes askew from hefting my flailing body. Alarming fury contorted his gorgeous face into that of an ogre, palms fisted into balls as he bellowed, thunderous, "You're driving me crazy, Jade! Absolutely insane! Your voice. Your body. Your fucking behaviour!! Did you even think about what it would cost me? No you didn't! You acted on your stupid impulse as always!"

I let him rant and moan, regarding him through wary eyes. My mind sorely focused on a source of escape.

"The media," he groaned, raking a hand through his mussed hair, messing the dark blonde strands as he stormed the room. "What do you think they're going to do when they hear of this? My business profile? What do you think is going to happen? Huh?!"

"I'll be the subject of discussion. Of laughter. Fuck!" He kicked at the rear of the bed, his massive form quivering with the strength of his rage.

I'm fucking tired of gazing at this big baby who calls himself a man.

"Boo hoo hoo!" Upright, I balled my hands and mimicked a wail, then spat, "Cry me a river, motherfucker!"

"Yes, make fun of me. Laugh. Mock." There was no raging storm anymore, his voice had turned quiet. Deadly. While I suspected he was drunk, I wasn't scared. Yet.

With a deft movement, he removed his suit, disposing it on the ground, cold blue eyes glittering with a hard emotion. They assessed me, a piercing intensity in his azure stare as he stalked towards my position. "We'll see if you'll even crack a smile when I'm through with you."

I laughed, scornful and bitter. "Isn't it the usual? Pleasing yourself while you violate me? You want to get yourself off as you see me cry and beg. Boy, that's the last thing I'd do." Conviction I didn't own, laid in my voice.

"Fine but don't scream." He crawled onto the bed, advancing in slow, calculated steps.

"Don't come any closer, jerk." I put out my right palm, the left gripping the bed sheet tightly as I drew away, goosebumps piercing my frigid skin.

"There's nowhere to run, Jade," Kian snarled and wrapped a possessive hand around my ankle. My heart raced, blood pounding furiously in my ears.

"Nowhere to hide." With a quick tug, he jerked my twisting frame close to him. His captive, those savage hands caged me tight.

Lowering his dark head, he whispered in my ears, sinister voice teeming with the evil things he held in store for me, "It's just you and me, about to fuck."

Tongue tied, I shivered, all thoughts of yelling for help, flying out the window. Tratorious desire lay in the pit of my stomach, my nipples pebbled at that sultry tone that promised sinful, delicious activities.

He yanked my hair back, a certain warmth emanating from his body. Scorching. Hot, wine-scented breath caressed my lower lobe as he kissed a path down the arch of my neck. When he reached that sensitive area, where aching nerves settled, he bit down hard.