Bless Your Little Heart

TWENTY-THREE

His words trialed my mind as his lips brushed the skin of my neck, the warmth now causing more goosebumps.

I slowly turn to face him, my gaze meeting his as I stare deeply into his eyes. The lust now adamant, the lust I craved so badly for so long now living in his glorious eyes.

"Then I'm yours." My voice was small but the words made way to him, seeing his eyes widen at the statement.

"I-I cant." He stumbled on his words, obviously taken aback by mine.

"Why not?" I step closer to him closing the space between, our bodies mere centimeters apart, bringing my face as close as possible to his. Which wasn't easy due to his height.

"You're not mine."

He looked distressed as I scanned his body, slowly making my way back to his face. "I'm yours if you want me to be." My lip making its way between my lips as I slowly bite down.

He lets out a small breath, flabbergasted by my actions. I was surprising myself with the way I was talking to him, I would've never done this before I met him.

He brings his hands to the sides of my face, rubbing the pad of his thumb against my cheek. "I can't." His voice quiet, his eyes staring at my lips.

My heart felt as if it was going to explode, slamming against my chest with every beat. Just the proximity of us was killing me, the feral being inside me begging for him to dominate.

I couldn't stand it, every inch of my body craved him.

So I gave in.

I pushed my lips against him, not daring to move them. His hands fell to his side in shock, only before slowly grabbing my waist. Pulling me as close as possible to him.

Out lips moved against each other with force, never parting as he pushed me over to the adjacent counter. Picking up my small body before sitting me down atop the counter, pushing anything in the way into the floor.

His hands explored my chest as he moved toward my breasts, slowly bringing to fingers to my nipples. Pinching ever so slightly, causing my lips to part from his.

He takes advantage of the moment and slips his tongue past my lips, exploring every crevice of my mouth.

The feelings he causing me to feel are so foreign, yet I can't get enough. The euphoric pleasure that washes over me as he twists my nipples, moaning into each kiss as they deepen.

I wrap my legs around his waist before pulling him as close as possible. Feeling his member pushing against my covered core.

The feeling is amazing, the way he brushes gently against where my clit sits. How it sent shivers up my body each time, craving what laid beneath the fabric of his pants.

I brought a hand down to palm his crotch, feeling the familiar girth snaking down his leg.

"Madelyn." He breathed against my lips, causing me to still.

"We can't go that far." His tone was serious as he gazed upon me. Removing my hand from his nether region, a frown laid on my face as he stepped back.

"Why not?" I didn't care to hide my disappointment, I wanted him so bad it hurt. Every bone in my body craves him dominating me, taking me over, commanding me to do as he pleased to please him.

"We can't, okay?" He snapped, turning his back to face me. Bringing his hands to his face before rubbing them across.

His sudden change in time scared me, slowly sliding off the counter and nearing him from behind, I bring my hand to his back.

"Malcolm I-" He throws my hand off his shoulder, causing me to fall back slightly.

The way he was acting was scary, he hadn't acted this way toward me since I first arrived, and I didn't enjoy it now.

"Go to your room." He sneered, facing me with the once dark orbs I loathed. He truly scared me, the once loving man I was just kissing was no longer there. Only the monster he once was stood before me.

I didn't dare make a sound, I stood there behind him hoping he would change his attitude.

He started toward me, slowly walking as I backed into the counter I once sat on.

"Go. To. Your. Room." He repeated, seething with anger as he towered over me. I pulled my face to the side as he grew closer, only inches away from mine.

I couldn't move, fear taking over as he towered before me. His dominating stance had me trapped between him and the counter.

"Okay." I squeak as I try to wedge myself away from him. I didn't want to push him away, I felt it would further his anger building for me.

"Please move." Feeling the tears brim my eyes as I try to pry my body from his, his hard frame not budging.

"Make me." He challenged as he placed his arm on the wall in-front of me.

At this point I was growing angry, his attitude was unnecessary as I was trying to get away from the escalating situation.

"MOVE!" I screamed into his face, no longer caring as he had pushed me past my limit. His arm slowly dropped to his side, allowing me to push past him. Stomping toward my cold cell, which I preferred over the kitchen with him.

Slamming the heavy cell door I slump my body into the mattress, allowing the tears to finally flow down.

I was holding back in-front of him to stand my ground but the pain was too much to bear. I needed to let it out. The hunger that once laced my stomach now dissipated as it was replaced with nausea.

I sobbed into the small pillow as I let all my emotions out.

Why did he lead me on if he didn't want me?

Why kiss me if you don't want me?

I just didn't understand it. My brains couldn't comprehend this man or his actions. Every minute he was changing tones or moods, mad at me one the next he was making out with me.

I heard the clash of pots and shattering of glass, Malcolm's grunts and yells alongside.

As he destroyed the kitchen I didn't even think of the mess he was leaving for me to clean.

All I was thinking of his how badly he hurt me.

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