Let Me Love You

40

I close Justin's door behind me and toss my bag on the table

"Alright bitch, let's fight" I shout, "Where the hell-"

Justin comes up from behind me and covers my mouth, attacking my neck with his lips. Startled, I attempt to escape but quickly give in to his kisses. He removes his hand from my mouth and holds my hips, gently swaying us back and forth.

"You seem a little upset sweetheart" he mumbles into my neck

"Yeah" I attempt to sound angry but am too distracted by his actions, "You can't just tell me what to do" I mumble

"Why not? I think I did a pretty good job of it" he smiles and spins me around to face him

I quickly look him up and down to find him in his loose fitting grey sweatpants, with the hem of his Calvin Klein's showing.

"Because I'm not yours to boss around" I say firmly, standing my ground, though I don't seem to be getting through to him

"Oh but I think you are" he suggests, pulling my hips closer to his, "Because if I recall correctly..." He whispers in my ear, "I said you were mine" he gently bites my earlobe

"Did I not?" He asks softly

"Yeah...y-you did" I breathe as my eyes fall shut, allowing him to take control of me

"And what I say, goes. Correct?"

I don't respond to his question, I'm too busy paying attention to his fingers that are fidgeting with the waist my jeans.

"I asked you a question, Ariana" he growls

I quickly nod my head in response to his previous question

"That's what I thought, but, I just had to make sure" he smiles wickedly

"Now what do you say you march your beautiful butt upstairs and we solve this little attitude of yours?"

"Hm?" He hums

I'm not sure what Justin is doing to me, but it's not going to work. His mind games can't change the way I feel about him, I will not have sex with him until I know that he can be a good person.

He's proven himself enough, my subconscious says

Just let him have a little fun with you

"I asked you a question" he snaps

"Yes" I speak up, opening my eyes to look at his

"Good" he smiles and pops my butt, "Now get to marching" he instructs me and I scurry off to his bedroom like I was told

"Now I've got one rule tonight, baby" he says and closes the door behind him, watching me as I sit gingerly on the foot of his bed

"You have to try and keep quiet" he says, "Do you know why?" He asks

"Dylan" I say softly

He smiles, "Good girl"

Justin approaches me and leans me back on his bed, laying perfectly between my legs as he attaches our lips. His hands quickly go to work on my clothes, attempting to take them off.

"Relax baby" he whispers in attempt to calm my nerves

I still don't want to do this, but another part of me does want to do this. I know this goes against everything that I've said, all my morals, but he's so damn hot.