Aquila's world changes before her eyes as the man she meets in a bar, becomes the only thing she learns to fear. She wants nothing more to stay and continue loving him but his cruel abuse becomes too much to handle, leaving her with only one alterna...
I set my clutch purse on the kitchen counter as I walk into Austin's condo and I sigh, flashbacks to the night he first laid hands on me flash in my head and I'm suddenly awestruck at the fact that I even agreed to come back to his place after dinner.
His arms snake around my thin waist from behind and I slightly jump in surprise but also fear and his wet lips make contact with the burning skin on my shoulder and I hear him chuckle under his breath before he pulls away only to turn me around to face him and I try my hardest to keep my emotions stable.
"You okay?" He asks, his plump lips inches from mine and I could hear and smell his minty exhales, which surprisingly relaxed me. I nodded softly, afraid if I would speak, my words would contradict me . "Maybe we should take this back to the bedroom." He offers and I lowly laugh at how blunt he is.
"Or you could take me home." I say, refusing his offer and his facial expression changes and I'm suddenly afraid of what would happen next.
"Aquila, please. Tonight was about making things right again and I wanted to have a good time. In bed of course." He says and for some reason, as he finishes his sentence, he sounds like a crazed sex monster and I burst into laughter. "What?" He asks.
I try to hold in my laughter as I try to form a sentence. "You sounded like a crazed sex addict, who's only worried about getting into my pants." I smile as I drape my arms on his shoulders.
He chuckles lightly, without saying anything and he drapes his hand at the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss as his other hand lays on my hip and his lips yielding move into mine. My hands immediately search for his curls and I lightly but roughly pull at his roots, making a low growl escape from his lips.
His hands work at the ties of my brand new red dress and I feel the breeze hit my skin as he peals the dress from my body, leaving me in nothing but panties and a bra and I suddenly feel exposed, even though I've slept with him before, it still felt intimidating . Without hesitation, my hands work at his buttons, peeling his shirt off of his toned body and I could feel the bumps on his abdomen. He was definitely working out.
Out of nowhere I feel coldness under my thighs before I notice that I'm sitting on his kitchen counter top and he's between my legs. I scoot back a little, causing him to follow as I wrap my legs around his hips and he smiles as he comes closer and I giggle.
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I could feel the bulge through his dress pants, which made me giggle even more and I tried hard not to think about his erection as he kissed me. His hands run through my straight, long hair and he softly but hard, pulls my head back and I groan as he works at my neck and his hands softly rise up my hips as he holds me in place.
