OUT OF CONTROL (18+)

8 || Desperate

I jolted awake, my body slamming into the floor with a sickening crack. Pain exploded in my back and head. "What the fuck?" I groaned, blinking away the disorientation. I looked around and found myself sprawled on the floor, my dress from last night still clinging to me.

"Why the hell are you in my bed?" Sourabh's voice cut through the haze. I craned my neck to see him glaring down at me from the bed, his expression a mix of annoyance and confusion.

I staggered to my feet, glaring at him. "Granting your wishes, I guess." I straightened my dress, wincing as I moved. I had to have broken something when I hit the floor.

"Damn, how did I end up on the floor?" I muttered, rubbing my aching head.

"Granting your wishes, I guess." Sourabh's sarcasm dripped with disdain, making it clear that I had been unceremoniously booted from the bed.

"You didn't fucking kick me off the bed!" I shot him a murderous look, feeling my anger flare.

"Shut the fuck up! My head's pounding. And seriously, you had to crawl into my bed while I was out cold?" Sourabh snapped, throwing back the covers and unbuttoning his shirt.

"I didn't crawl into your bed, you piece of shit! And what the fuck are you doing? I don't need a damn strip show!" I shut my eyes tightly, trying to ignore the way his back looked too good for my own sanity.

I felt his presence shift, and then his voice was a hot whisper in my ear. "Isn't that what you wanted? Sneaking into my bed last night, what else did you have in mind?" His tongue flicked lightly just below my earlobe, making my whole body shiver. That sensitive spot, the one that makes you shudder with the slightest touch—he knew exactly where to hit.

I shoved him away with a forceful push, and his laugh was a low, mocking rumble. "I've seen desperate chicks before, but you? You're on another fucking level."

I turned to leave, feeling the weight of the situation settling heavily on my shoulders. Helping him had been a mistake. Clearly, he had no memory of last night's events and didn't give a damn about what happened.

"Leaving already?" His grip tightened on my wrist, yanking me around so fast I almost lost my balance and ended up pressed against his chest.

"Let go of my hand, Sourabh," I said, my voice icy calm. "I said, let. Go."

"Easy, easy!" He growled, tightening his grip and guiding my hand down his chest. His abs were hard under my fingers, and my hand traveled lower to the waistband of his sweatpants.

"You wanted this when you came into my room last night, didn't you?" His voice was a mix of arrogance and challenge. I tried to pull my hand back, but the sight of his bulge straining against his sweats was hard to ignore.

He pushed my hand up to his chest again, his breath hot against my ear. "I'm giving you what you want. This is your shot—take it or leave it."

He was my best friend—well, he used to be. But now, he didn't see me as anything more than a fuck toy.

"Don't think too hard. Just get on your knees and give me a blow." His words were a taunt, and I snatched my hand from his grip, my anger reaching boiling point.

I trailed my hand down his chest, feeling the hard bulge pressing against his sweatpants, then to his balls. My fingers curled into a death grip, squeezing hard.

"I'm not one of those girls whose brain and pussy you can fuck with your cock." I tightened my grip, feeling him flinch and hearing him hiss, "Son of a bitch!"

I could see the fury in his eyes, but I didn't care. His arrogant attitude had crossed a line. 

He tried to pull away, but I wasn't done. "You think you can just walk in here and play me like a toy? You've got another thing coming."

His eyes were wild with pain and anger. "You're fucking insane," he growled, trying to wriggle free.

"Yeah, well, maybe you're just too dumb to realise what you've got," I shot back, squeezing his balls harder. "I'm not your plaything. Get it through your thick skull."

His breathing was ragged, his face contorted in agony. I finally let go, stepping back, my hands still trembling from the adrenaline.

He staggered back, clutching himself, glaring at me with a mix of pain and anger. "You're a fucking psycho," he spat out.

"Better a psycho than a pathetic excuse for a friend," I snapped. "And don't fucking forget it."

His breath was ragged, and I could see him trying to regain his composure. "You want to play games, huh?" he spat, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Yeah, games," I snapped back, not backing down. "And you're not winning this one."

I turned and left, leaving him standing there, his pride and ego bruised. I didn't give a damn about his pain or his ego. My own pride was on the line now. As I stormed out of the room, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Sourabh could go to hell. He'd underestimated me, and now he was going to pay the price.

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Hey sexy, long time no see! Okay! Okay! I know it's all my fault. But college does shit to your life and it destroys you from the inside, like literally they wanna fucking kill me! 

My routine!
Wake up, half dead.
Go to practice! (my sport)
Die twenty times and still keep running.
Go to class and attend those never ending boring lectures!
Evening practice! And then if you have something left in your body, you drown yourself with alcohol in misery or you just sleep to wake up and repeat this shit again.
Sigh, that's life for you. Totally un fucking fair.
Anyways, this is about to get interseting! *rubs my hands*
Oh and can I get a kiss? Really need it! Pretty please!!!!!

DO NOT FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT IF YOU LOVE ME AND I KNOW YOU DO!

Love,
FastAndDeep