"On the bed."
It feels as if someone literally got a vacuum and sucked every ounce of air I had left.
I struggled for words, and my feet suddenly became numb as I fell to my knees, balling.
"Take me home." My voice soft but my meaning strong.
He ignores my pleas and continues to get his things in order.
"Why a-are you taking me? W-What do you w-want?" My breathing is now on its own rapid pace, and my words being lost in my tears.
"What do I want?" He almost yells.
He rashly headed towards me.
His large hands grip my forearm and hold me up so my body is against his.
If I weren't so weak, I would have wiggled out of his grip...or at least attempted.
His right palm grazed my bum, and his fingers flirtatiously squeezed while his left was supporting me on my back.
He put his lips a step in front of mine.
"I want a lot of things." He growls.
His hands lift me up, and I instantly wrap my arms around his neck so I don't collapse on the ground.
He undos my grip and plummets me on the bed.
He hovers over me, his left hand holding his weight.
His lips linger over my neck before he attacks it with sucking, hard.
I bite my lip and shut my eyes closed, pretending this is a dream.
Pretending someone else was giving me pleasure.
"Look at me!" He roared which motived my eyes to dart open and my body to tremble, even more.
I obeyed him and watched as he sucked and started to progress lower.
I praised myself once again that I was wearing a bulky sweater that went all the way up to the bottom of my neck.
His lips stopped at the edge of my sweater.
He leaned back up to catch my gaze.
"I could so easily have you." His breathing accelerated, and his hands grip up to my breast.
"Is that what you want?"
"What?" He asks trying to look me in the eyes, but I stare emotionless at the ceiling.
"Is that all you want from me? Sex? To fuck?" My voice aches as the words taunter out of my mouth.
His grip on my breast tightens and I cross my toes in pain.
"Yes and no. I want me inside you, whether it's forceful or desired." He winks at me, kissing the top of my breast.
"But no, because I want much, much more from you than just sex...a good fuck." As he pronounces the word 'fuck', he leans himself deeper in me.
I have no words.
All my words, my feelings, my heartache evaporated.
When he said 'I want much,much more from you than sex', I instantly realized what he meant.
He wanted me, he wanted to own me.
He wanted me to be his.
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Taken
FanfictionEverything has changed when Jenny just wanted to spend the night at her best friends, Sarah. Taken, stolen, kidnapped, she tried to find her way back, but maybe destiny didn't want her to go...or maybe it was just the force of five men...or just two...
