(mature)
By the time we got back to the Airbnb, it was past midnight. The kids had gone to stay with my parents for the night, leaving just Joshua and me alone. The quiet of the house felt intimate, like the perfect extension of the night's celebration.
Kicking off my heels, I sighed in relief as my feet hit the cool floor. Joshua turned on some music—old-school Jamaican bashment, the kind that used to play at the house parties we loved when we were younger. The familiar beat brought a grin to my face, and I swayed to the rhythm, letting the music wash over me.
Joshua stepped closer, his hands finding my waist as we moved together. His kisses trailed along my neck, slow and soft, igniting a familiar warmth inside me. The passion between us started to build, the tension from the past few weeks melting away. But just as I began to lose myself in the moment, her voice crept into my mind.
He's a freak... I bet you don't even know his favorite position.
Emma's words hit me like a slap, souring the heat of the moment. A knot of frustration twisted in my stomach. I wanted more. I needed more.
"Josh," I murmured, guiding his hand to my throat.
He paused, his brow furrowing. "Mel... what are you doing?"
"Just do it," I said firmly, my voice low and insistent.
His hesitation only fueled my anger. "I don't want to hurt you," he said softly, his fingers brushing my neck so lightly it felt like nothing.
"Do it," I snapped, my frustration bubbling over. I wasn't asking for gentleness. I wanted to see the side of him that Emma had implied existed—the side he'd hidden from me.
When he still hesitated, I pushed him down onto the couch, straddling him. I grabbed his hand again, pressing it against my throat with more force this time.
"Like this?" I demanded, my voice sharp, almost daring him.
His eyes darkened, a flicker of desire breaking through his confusion. But the hesitation remained. He didn't know what I wanted from him—who I wanted him to be.
As we moved together, my actions became more frantic, more aggressive. I was no longer responding to him; I was trying to prove something to myself. I barked commands, pulled him deeper, demanded more. His responses only enraged me further. The pleasure on his face felt like a betrayal, a confirmation of my deepest fears.
"You like this, don't you?" I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. "This is what you want?"
He tried to answer, but the words died on his lips as his body responded to mine. His release came quickly, his pleasure written all over his face.
But as he lay beneath me, panting and satisfied, I sat frozen. The weight of what had just happened crashed down on me, suffocating and heavy.
Joshua smiled up at me, blissfully unaware of the storm raging inside me. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration.
I stared at him, my chest tightening with disgust—at him, at myself, at everything we'd become.
He had no idea.
No idea that this was the last time I'd ever let him touch me like this.
—————————-AUTHORS NOTE————————————-
Hey my lovelies! This was a loaded chapter, how do you feel about it? How is Joshua so oblivious?
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