This Won't Work

Waiting For You To Say

"Comfort in my sins, and all about me
All I got right now
Feel the taste of resentment
Simmer in my skin"

- SZA

A week had passed and Elana couldn't even look at him. They didn't speak to each other and whenever he tried Elana only responded with one-word answers.

It was hard for her to keep up the silent treatment because Damien would find every way to touch her. He would pass by her and a hand would graze her ass. Or at dinner, he would purposely sit beside her just to put a hand on her thigh, slowly shifting closer to her pussy before she swatted him away. He would even force his fingers to skim hers when he passed something to her.

And he did it all just to annoy her.

"And then he just left!" Nova exclaimed from the plush seat, spilling the tea the went on inside her workplace.

"Really?" Elana asked in disbelief.

"I know." She brought her drink to her lips.

Elana glanced behind her and had to double check if Damien was really leaning against the door frame, looking at her.

"Can I sit here?" He pointed to the spot on the couch adjacent to Elana. She had to bite her tongue in order to not say something she would regret, especially since his sister was in the living room with them. 

Damien took her silence as a yes. He was wrong.

Elana followed his movements as he collected a throw blanket, laying it over his lap and, not-so-accidently, hers.

Oh fuck no.

It was obvious what his intentions were and Elana hated it.

"It's a little cold in here, no?" Nova was occupied with her phone when Elana felt his fingers grazing her thigh.

"No, it's actually pretty warm." Elana responded, throwing daggers at him with her eyes.

He caressed her inner thigh, closer to her heat. "Would you say it's getting hot in here?" Damien asked with a smirk.

Her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. She was itching to say something, to protest as she always did.

Damien swiped his thumb over her clit, fabric muffling the feeling just enough that she wouldn't gasp.

"I should probably shower." Nova announced and moved to leave, completely oblivious to the misdeeds taking place underneath the blanket.

"Yeah, you should get to that." Damien said. He knew very well that he could do whatever he wished once Nova left.

When she was gone, he had made it underneath her panties and was circling her clit. "Miracle you're not doing anything to stop me. Feels good?" He chuckled.

Her hips bucked against his hand. "Just don't talk," she breathed.

He didn't agree or disagree. Just smiled and thrust two of his fingers inside of her, making her head tip back.

"If my fingers are doing this to you, just imagine what I could do to you with my dick." He spoke lowly in her ear.

His fingers pumped in and out of her, combined with his thumb against her clit. Every second, his movements became more aggressive.

"Oh my God," Elana whispered. She could confess that when she was consumed by lust, she acted differently. She wasn't angry, and while she did talk back, she didn't yell at him.