Head in the Clouds (BWWM)

II. Sweet Dreams Bitch

Mariana leaped out towards it, aiming it at the man. He was too agile for her and, unfortunately, his hands had caught hold of her before any type of damage could be done to his body. Her small body was cast against the wall in an absolute second with the barrel of his gun pressed to her throat.

"You're a bit slow huh?" He chuckled darkly. He slowly drew the gun up and down her throat threateningly before harshly colliding his hand against her breasts.

Her body shook with fear as she screamed out. His hand grasps and needed one of her breasts through her shirt.

"Stop it! Get off of me!" She fought through gritted teeth.

"I wonder how good you are in bed bitch. I'm not a good guy in bed, but as you can already tell I'm not a good guy at all." He chuckled softly against her ear. He pulled and shoved her in front of him as they commenced to walk again making Mariana stumble over her feet. Door after door, he searched until finally getting to her bathroom.

Mariana was pushed upward against the wall of the shower this time without his presence in front of her.

"Be a good girl and stay put will you." He spoke tauntingly. His eyes drilled into hers as they lingered on her body from head to toe. She shivered against the wall as his eyes finally made eye contact once more without departing.

Swiftly he removed his white shirt, his muscles retracting with each movement he made to get rid of his clothes. Mariana innocently covered her eyes as she discovered his fingers zipping and pulling at his jeans. Hearing the fabric fall against the floor made Mariana more nervous and petrified as she already was. He snickered at her reaction noisily.

Dear God, please don't allow this man rape me, please. Mariana prayed silently to herself as silent wet tears smeared her face the more she considered.

His presence was felt moments later. The shower head burst with sprinkles of water. Mariana shrieked loudly as it rained down on her. He snorted softly at that. She could feel his minty breath cascade down her face. She didn't dare open her eyes at the immense impression of his naked glory staring down at her as he washed, but she had no choice just as he spoke.

"Open your eyes and look at me." He whispered. Droplets of water fell at the pedestal of her head. Mariana cried silently blinking her eyes upwards at him. Her eyes must've been bloodshot red by now from all the crying and constant fear. He smirked softly as he glided his wet fingers along her chin and towards her breasts.

"Looks like your clothes are soaking. Don't you think it's time to take them off?" He rasped, his voice low and gentle as he gazed down at her, teasingly grabbing and pulling at her now wet clothes.

She swayed her head crying harder. "No, no please don't make me." Her hands pushed on his naked chest trying to distance herself away from him.

He bit his lip softly as he gazed down at her breasts again. Her nipples poking through her currently soaking shirt turned him on to the fullest. His hand touched down from his chest and broke in a downward stroke as the other leaned against the wall near her head.

"Fuck." He moaned. His body leaning to touch Mariana's. She hollered, trying to push away from him almost falling in the process. His hands moved across her arm gripping her closer to him as she struggled greatly.

"Stop it. Please." She pleaded. Her eyes looking for any form of sympathy or grief, he just glared harshly before turning off the water.

They gazed at one another for what felt like hours. Her heart raced the harder she heard his breathing picking up. His jaw tensed at every little movement she made at him. He almost appeared as a lion waiting to snap on its prey. Tears poured like a waterfall as the minutes passed while they gazed.

"Show me where your bedroom is." He hissed. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a nearby towel. Before putting it on Mariana caught a quick glimpse of his masculine butt.

It looks so squishy, she thought.

Shaking that dumb thought from her mind, she quickly got out of the shower looking up at him. His body had been already facing her as a towel was wrapped low against his torso. A v-line was prominent with droplets of water still flowing down his perfectly sculpted body. Mariana snapped out of it as she detected the man pick up his gun from the nearby counter.

"Go." He rasped.

Her petite body wobbled as she passed the man and towards the bathroom door to unlock it. As her hand enclosed around the knob she could feel his body slightly leaning against her breathing down on her temple. Forcing the door open, she made way to her room as this man followed after her. He locked the door before he slaughtered her.

KIDDING!!

Mariana gazed at the man as she stood in the center of her room. He leaned against the door as his towel started to sink lower on his waist.

"Take off your clothes."

"What?" She questioned, shocked.

"Take your clothes off." He glowered at her as he pointed the gun in her direction.

He menacingly played with the gun as he watched her unravel. Mariana cried nonstop this past hour. She never hasn't once stopped. Mariana reached for her blouse as she unbuttoned one by one in front of him. She shook the fabric to the ground, standing in only her bra and joggers.

"Your sweats too, love. I don't understand what you don't get about taking off clothes. Plus, I would love to see that fat ass baby." He raised his voice only staring at the barrel of his gun unloading and reloading the bullets it took. He bit his lips harshly the more he was compelled with her consistency.

She gasped softly as he stared back up at her from the gun. She promptly pulled her sweats to the ground as she finally stood in her panties and bra. Her soaked clothes scattered in a clump on the ground. This man slowly walked up to her, Mariana slowly took a stride back. He chuckled softly as he kept nearing closer to her. Mariana couldn't help but feel even more helpless and vulnerable as she already was just by standing on the bits of underwear she had on. He was already standing in front of her as his towel was ever so slowly coming off. He stared down at her wondering hopeless eyes until finally looking down her body. Mariana felt beyond uncomfortable the more he stared at her. Before she knew it, he dropped the gun on her bed pulling her body closer to his. His arms snaked around her waist as he tilted her chin up to him. She felt his hard and growing core, pressed against her tummy from the intense height difference. His fingers brushed her damp hair out from her neck as he continued staring in her eyes. His face got closer to her the more her stained face stared.

"The names Cole by the way." He smiled, teeth and all before the unexpected occurred.

Mariana was knocked to the floor, coming down into unconsciousness. Her breaths were heavy and exhausted as she tried making a move to get up. Her body slid down similar to the snake Kaa had from Jungle Book. Cole bent down to her blurring vision as he smiles once more.

"Sweet dreams bitch."

Then everything went black.
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So... So far so good right😁? Comment below what you think so far. Any suggestions or just the bits of parts you adored. The next chapter will be presented later on next week, most likely sooner than that. Hope you enjoyed, stay tuned!
-Kristina😌