Forbidden Love [BxB]

Chapter 19

Trigger warning: Mature scene

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Parsa's tone dipped into a chilling coldness as he fixed his gaze on me, questioning, "Were you dry-humping with me this morning?"

Caught between shock and self-consciousness, I snapped open my eyes and fumbled for words, "W-what, no!" My cheeks burned with shame as my face turned crimson. "It was just a, uh, morning thing," I stammered, desperately trying to downplay the situation.

Parsa's head tilted to the side, his expression inscrutable. "Did you have a wet dream?"

Unable to hold his intense gaze, I averted my eyes, nodding awkwardly in acknowledgment. It was easier to admit to a dream than to confess the embarrassment of being aroused by Parsa.

"About who?" He inquired, his hand gently grasping my chin, tilting my face upward to meet his gaze. "Your ex or...?"

I interjected urgently, "I-I don't know! I couldn't see his face!"

Without warning, Parsa leaned in swiftly and bit my right earlobe, causing me to recoil with a sharp inhale. The unexpected gesture left me momentarily flustered, struggling to regain my composure as I stumbled through my words. "W-what are you... doing..?"

Parsa's dominant gaze pierced through me, his words sharp and unwavering. "Haven't I warned you not to cut my words?"

I visibly shrunk in size, his intensity causing my body to instinctively curl into myself. My voice was barely a whimper as I mumbled, "S-Sorry..."

Parsa straightened his stance, taking a step back with a dismissive huff. "Don't get hard next to me ever again," he retorted, his voice laced with a hint of irritation. "It's cringe to feel someone else's pepper against mine..."

Now I understand...

He thinks that I'm interested in him...

He believes that I got aroused because of that...

He feels disgusted by me...

My jaw clenched with anger as I tightly clenched my fists; an expression of frustration etched across my face. "It would never have happened if it was up to me... Everyone gets like that due to those kinda dreams!" I rose to my feet and fixed my gaze on him, my scowling gaze matching his unreadable expression. "It was you who forced me to sleep next to you and kept me trapped in your arms! I've never been interested in you, but you're the one who keeps teasing me! You're not even my type!... I feel wor-Ugh!"

In response, Parsa gripped the back of my hair tightly, forcing me closer to him. My groan of pain was met with his cold, unrelenting gaze as he asked in a low and intense tone, "Have I ever permitted you to argue with me, Ryan?"

My teeth clenched together in anger as my lips trembled with suppressed rage. I returned his glare with equal intensity, defiantly grasping his right wrist with both hands in an attempt to break free from his grasp. "No..."

Why can't I just shut my mouth?... I wondered as I realized I shouldn't have lost my temper on him. Why do I keep making the same mistake over and over again?...

I felt frustrated by my own stupidity.

Parsa's eyes grew dark and menacing as a sadistic smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "It seems our previous punishments haven't proven sufficient," he remarked; his voice colder and more detached than ever. My apprehension grew as I sensed something change within him, an unnerving undercurrent that sent a chill down my spine. His expression held a darkness I had never seen before, leaving me feeling uncertain and vulnerable