"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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Red.
All I see is red around me, as if everything is painted in blood and carnage.
Red shadows roll on his cruel face as he keeps his glass down and leans back on his couch comfortably.
His fingers tap to the beat of sensual music while his curious, dangerous eyes penetrates me body as if I am standing naked in front of him.
"Dance." He whispers darkly.
My chest rises and falls under his sexual predatory gaze, which orders me to do things that I can only write about.
His eyes follow my hand as they brush through my hair, slide to my neck, chest, down to my flat stomach. The music makes my hips sway in an infinity loop and I can't control a muscle.
Sweaty palms slide down my thighs and below, hot blood flows up my legs to the nectar region of my soul. As if I am close to fire, my body burns under his red lights while he quietly watches me dance for him.
Like an animal on a hunt, he observes my every move from far, as if waiting for the right moment to snap out of the bushes and pound on me viciously.
And that thought itself ignites me. Blood runs hotter through my veins and my stomach sinks with heaviness.
Dakota sits up and picks up the glass of wine. My eyes follow his movement as he spreads his thighs wider to make extra space for his new swelling bone.
He makes no attempt to hide his erection. In fact, he seems quite comfortable showing it off, as it speaks of his motive like a third person. The main person in the room.
'I am going to fuck you, Miss Stone.' His voice haunt in my head like a dead ghost, and my body freezes on the spot.
Dakota keeps the empty glass on the table and my heart skips a beat as he stands up.Tall like Thor, painted in red warnings, he takes a step towards me.
I take a footstep back. My heart jumps in my ribs as I see him take a long, unpredictable stride in my direction.
Dakota walks like only confident men walk. Spine straight, shoulders square, and head up like a king carrying his crown.
I gasp as the brim of the counter digs in my spine and my little chase ends. My heartbeat races to the level of explosion as he stops only a few inches away from me.
"You don't take instructions well."
Earthy woodsy scent reaches to my brain cells along with his deep pissed-off voice.
"Maybe I'll have to add that to my agenda, teaching you to take orders." He whispers darkly.
A shiver run down my spine. I do not want to know where he is going with this, prolly down to another twisted road. But I have to ask him one important thing before I die in his red lights.
"Are you- are you.. going to.. r-r-ape me?"
Dakota arches his eyebrow at me and I know I stepped on another catastrophic nerve, which I am going to add in my book of regrets.
"You need to know one thing about me, Emara." I gulp in uncertainty. The strange look on his face only continues to grow as raises his hands to either side of the counter, locking me in between.
"I do not go where I am not welcomed." Heat radiates from his skin as he leans down to my face and looks directly into my eyes.
"I do not enter without an invitation." He says lowly.
"And I guarantee you, when I am buried inside you, there won't be a single second you will feel it is against your will." The sensual drop in his voice clenches my stomach.
My chest rises and falls as I take rapid breaths to stay conscious. As if the redness of the lights entered my brain and all I could think and feel was red hot emotions.
His eyes fall to my heaving breast, and he slowly licks his lips. That small action causes fire to my nerves and my breast swells up more for his view.
I do not understand.
I do not understand myself.
My body is burning like a matchstick. Flaming down along with his intense gaze as they leisurely crawl to my thighs and I squeeze them unintentionally.
His eyes don't move and I find my inner thighs rubbing themselves. It's like he is touching me, without even touching me.
"What are the chances you are slippery wet down there?"
His deep voice penetrates in my head and a shock of current rushes through my body like I just took a bull's whip.
"Am not." I blurt out as soon as the words come into my mind.
Dakota's eyebrows go up along with his eyes which flashes of challenge. A smile crawls upon his lips as he straightens his spine and stares at me quietly like a businessman.
"If you are drenched down there.." He points at my sex and something about it scares me to death.
"I'll fuck you, hard. Right now."
My eyes widen in fear and blood freezes right on the spot. He is joking, right?
But he is not smiling. The evil glint in his eyes tells me he is as excited as a madman, before pushing the button of a nuclear bomb.
"And if you are not.. Then I won't touch you for the next six days." He smirks arrogantly, as if he already knows the result.
My heart beats in my mouth. Thrashing, and pounding uncontrollably at his words as he waits like a patient man. I struggle to draw in a breath as his face gets harder and redder as every second pass.
"Touch yourself."
A shiver runs down to my toes as his eyes gawk into mine darkly. Ruthless and cold. It's like staring into my nightmare.
His fingers brushes on my navel and I startle with his touch. With a flick of movement, he opens my pant's button and orders me in his deep curious voice.
"Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are."
My eyes stare back at him in fear while he looks straight into me with a confidence of mountain that he knows I am pooling down here. As if he can smell my arousal.
"I am not doing this." I shake my head, begging him to let go of his insanity and this psychotic game which thrills him somehow. But he doesn't budge.
His eyes get dense with determination and he grabs my hand. I flinch back at his touch, but he squeezes my hand hard.
"No." I gasp in panic.
The strength in his grip is unmistakable as he takes my hand along with his own and slide over my stomach then dips down into my panties, making me touch myself.
"No, please!" I cry, fighting against his tight hold as he draws my hand in between my legs.
I feel a jolt of electric current shooting through my body as warm fingers touch my burning sex.
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