Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30
Stella POV

"I'll beat you to a pulp!"

"I'm sorry man. We were just talking!" Spartan didn't stop sprinting; luck was on his side, as each time Mateo's hands attempted to grip, she appeared to miss it by just a notch. I chase after them.

"Mateo!" I shouted. "What has gotten into you?" Wasn't she supposed to be outside talking to the community mattress? How would she know I was here...Unless...I returned Nats' gaze, remorse in her eyes as the horror was worse than her mind could handle.

"You've told her!" I shouted at her.

"It was just so nothing happened. I was afraid. I assumed he would do something to you."

A man do something to me? I wouldn't say it couldn't happen, but the agony that would follow would not be worth it in the first place. Most men believe I was disturbed. Especially the bulk of the males at my father's casino.

"Mateo!" I shouted again. Mateo and Spartan were essentially playing Ring-A-Rosie around his heavy duty pickup vehicle. However, he rushed around one more before jumping in.

"Mateo, let's go! Leave him alone!"

"Shut the fuck, Stella!"

Her arms appeared to grow larger, and she ripped at the handle with unbelievable strength. However, the door appeared to be holding on for dear life in order to shelter Spartan from her anger.

She chose to punch at the window, but the engine roared to life, prompting her to back away slightly. However, she lurched back with force. Her fist was strong, yet it failed to burrow through the window.

He shifted the van into drive and took off as quickly as the vehicle could go. She rushes away, taking a couple hits to the body. She stomped aggressively in the center of the street. Her fingers rake through her heated hair.

When her attention focused on me, I began to back up. And she started stomping in my direction, a long ominous itching in her face giving her that scowl. I couldn't move because I was too afraid.

"We are heading home!" She grabbed me by the hair. The neighbor behind me gasped.

"Look what you are doing. You're destroying our reputation." I growled, attempting to tear her fingers away.

"Fuck them and their filthy reputation." She threw me against the vehicle. "Get into the fucking car, and don't make me push you in." Her stern tone left no room for me to dispute. However, I discovered a place that was tight and might easily cause my head to collide with the window, but I couldn't stop myself from saying ridiculous things.


"I came here to play tennis, and that is what I will do. "Get out of my way!" I dare not to move, despite the vast amount of room available to me. I knew she had pulled my hair again.

"In the car, Stella!"

In the car Stella. I ridiculed in my brain, but it showed on my face. She wrenched the vehicle door practically off its hinges. I peered out at the assembled crowd; there were more people than I remembered seconds before. Nosy.

"Don't make another scene. In the car."

I huffed, dejected, and got in the car. She slammed the door, and it rocked like a tremendous earthquake.

"Get in the car, Nathalie."

I could hear a loud, dramatic gasp.

I stared in awe as Nathalie dashed away from the gathering and beckoned for the car. Mateo opened the door for her, and she stepped in; I knew she'd be first in line to hear the debate...

Mateo, greatly to my astonishment, shut the door gently before approaching her. She said nothing. She didn't looked at me. She started the car and accelerated out into the main road.

I could feel my dumb tears forming. It wouldn't come from the debate. Mateo's harshness was manageable for me; in fact, I like it too much. But I despise not getting my way, even for a little while.

We're in our driveway.

My gaze was drawn to Spartan's driveway, which was vacant save for some leaves. Mateo gave the home a poisonous look, so I hope he doesn't come back.

She parked her car. Nobody made an effort to escape the car. I watch at Nats, who has buried herself in the corner with wistful twitches in her eyes, most likely to escape the mounting stress. The window should be rolled down. I looked over at Mateo, and it appeared like the seat was ready to catch fire since she was so angry.

Her fist was tightly gripping the driving wheel. She taped her eyes shut and inhaled many times before speaking quietly to Nathalie.

I doubt the poor girl could handle all of us.

"Go home, Nathalie."

"Um...Will...will she be okay?" Her voice croaked. I felt bad for her more than for myself. My tears were streaming now, and I feel she thinks I'm in danger. Again, poor girl.

"Go home."

I turned to face her. She gasped dreadfully.
"I'll be OK," I said nervously. She attempted to take my hand, but I shook my head. Nathalie and I step out of the vehicle. Her feet hurried over the yard, nearly knocking over some of the flowers. She whispered a brief apology before heading up the stairs and disappeared without a second glance back. She was quite afraid.
I opened the door and went up the stairs to the bedroom. I started pulling off my clothing. I could hear her steps, which seemed too peaceful.

I was eagerly awaiting for her to enter the room before confronting her with my statements.

"You simply have to humiliate us," I growled, as if I wasn't also in the wrong. I was obviously bored, and Spartan, like many other guys, is only a toy. I can't really play with Mateo. She cut an overly rigid figure. She takes things so dang seriously.

"He touched the body I had paid for, Stella!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "The body I spent millions on."

"He did not touch me!" I snapped back.
"I don't care. I don't want anyone gazing or, worse, fucking with the body I own. I own this fucking body." Her yells grew louder as she neared me; her might knocked me over the bed, yet she loomed above me.

"This. Everything on you, I own!"

"You don't own me. It is merely a marriage contract. I was not sold to you."

"Yes, you fucking were. You are my property. Mine!" Her eyes changed to a toxic silver. It was too much for me to focus on. My gaze shifts to her neck, which is covered with muscular veins, and my hands are eager to touch it.

"I can't wait to divorce you." My whisper was strong enough to hush her. Nevertheless, she laughed.
She moved closer to my face. I leaned farther away.

"You believe ten years is a small time. Even when the years are over. If I desire you. I can only renew that stupid document, and I'll have you for a little longer. I will have you forever."

"I will leave! I'll run away!" My tears are coming back to haunt me. "I will fucking leave!" My shout came out like a hoarse cry.

"Then I will break your legs."

"I will crawl out on my face if necessary. But after 10 years, I won't stay anything underneath this isolation and bondage!" She shut off the blood supply to my brain by holding my neck and pressing with her fingers. I was immediately unable to think. I felt lightheaded. I was mildly aroused.

"I will cripple you. I will fucking paralyze you so you can remain. This...this toxin, you fucking adore it. Don't you, Stella?!"

I tried to move my head away, but she shook it, making me a handicap in her grip.

"You love it!"

"No, I don't." I tried to sound as sincere as possible. I failed because of the smirk and appeasement in her eyes.

"If I feel even the slightest shift in your tight pussy when you sit on my cock again, Stella. I'll murder every man who looks at you." She gently shook my head, causing my lightheadedness to worsen.

"This is my pussy!"

"No! It is mine."
I managed to elevate my hand, but it could barely provide the impact I was delivering across her face. It was more like a tap than a smack. I tried again, but failed. This is occurring between us. This wrath, combined with sensuous need, was crushing me. I was, however, able to grip her face and drag her down onto me. My hips reached higher, allowing my front to rub against her hot body.

"You are such a piece of trash!" I violently bite her lips. She cried out attempting to break away. I smirked.

"Who was that community mattress you were chatting to and letting touch you?" I plunged my teeth into her collar, eliciting a pleasant grunt from her.

"You don't recognize me, Stella?" Her eyes looked pathetically into me. "I do not flirt or entertain dull women."

"You don't," I taunted, ripping madly at her pants. "So, what do you enjoy. "What's your type?"

She groaned as I pushed my foot into her cock. I carefully massaged it upward and downward. I used my toes to lower her pants, then played over her rock hard pale stomach.

"You're fucking driving me insane!"

I drew her back to me and licked her lips. However, I felt strength returning to my arms when she had distractedly lifted her paws from my neck.
I swung my hand and it smacked powerfully in her face, however it wasn't enough to make her staggered back but instead moaned in pleasure. God, she was nuts. Who was Mateo Allard? I worry I do not know her. Google, internet gossip forums, and television broadcasts were not enough.