Her Dystopia

Chapter 4: Chill

The guy picked me up bridal style and carried me in.
Turns out I fell asleep on the way.
That's reasonable because if I was awake, I would've punched him square in the jaw.
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I woke up in his arms. They were so warm, but I knew this was wrong. I'm not supposed to fall for a guy that only wants to get in bed with me. Hell, I'm not supposed to fall for a guy period.

"Good morning, sunshine." Even though it was still dark outside.

The fuck is 'Sunshine'?

"Excuse me?"

"I said good morning sunshine."

I sighed. "Good morning dickhead."

He chuckled. "Stop calling for it. You'll see it soon."

I rolled my eyes and looked around. We were in a apartment. Like a huge one. I was amazed of how this is so clean and so advanced. There were regular lights, not solar panels, everything was neat and clean, it was like a normal house. The guy took his shoes off and placed them in a corner with other shoes.

So this guy lives with other people, huh?

He looked at me. "What?" I asked irritated. He took my shoe off my foot. This was unexpected. Quickly, I took the other shoe and slapped him with it.

"Put me down!" I ordered furiously

"Wow. Commanding much?"

"Me? You basically pressured me to play your stupid game."

"No. All I had to do was to touch your gun and that's it. I didn't say anything to make you play."

"Well you know, you shouldn't touch other people's stuff without permission."

"And you know you're not supposed to shoot anyone if the deal is closed, right?"

"I was using self protection."

"From who?"

"From you."

"I never harmfully touched or threatened you."

"Technically, you touched my gun which made me fear for my life."

"You don't have to fear for your life."

"You s-"

"Because I haven't done anything to you yet." He finished with a sly smirk. He snatched the shoe from me and dropped it with the others neatly.

Damn, he's good.

He walked into the place and after about two or three turns, we entered a room. It was dark and huge, but through all of the darkness, I could see the form of a bed. He dropped me on the bed and I could hear him taking his clothes off.

Chill. He's just like the other guys that were sleazes so no getting nervous.

He got on the bed shirtless and caressed my jawline. Then, he played with my ponytail. "You're so beautiful." He whispered into my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. I gasped. I was used to guys, no, men calling me beautiful, but this felt special. His hands were at the bottom of my shirt and he slid one under my shirt and grabbed my left boob.

I felt like enjoying this, but he's a pig like the others so I can't have any pleasures. But somehow he's different than the rest of them. Maybe because of the age similarity? I have no clue. He grabbed the top of my jeans and before he could pull them down he said, "Now the real show starts." He unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down, then he slid my pants off. His head went lower to my core; I could feel his mouth right where my entrance was.

Kisses were planted from the outside of my underwear. His hands was on the top of my underwear. I was ready for the feel of being uncomfortable and the pain, but it never came.

He got off of the bed and tucked me under the cover. "Have good dreams, okay?" He whispered before planting a kiss on my forehead, leaving the room and closing the door.

What the fuck just happened?
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I woke up from him kissing my forehead. Then went down to my neck.

Him again?
It's too early for this.

I turned over on my other side, but he got on the bed and started placing butterfly kisses on my cheeks. I was not ready to wake up for more of this when I was up all night thinking about what happened.

He tempted me. Were we really going to do it or were we just playing because I'm tired of games. That's why I'm here in the first place. As he moved down to my neck then to my chest I noticed something different. His voice seemed deeper and had more cockiness in it than before. Maybe this only happened in the mornings. "Buenos dias sol Mi princesa, mi única y única. Ámame como soy la yo sólo persona en el mundo (Good morning sunshine. My princess, my one and only. Love me like I am the only person in the world)."

He can speak Spanish?
Now that's sexy.

He once again slid his hand under my shirt and grabbed my boob. His hands felt more aggressive and tough. The hands I felt last night was warm and soft. I opened my eyes to be greeted by dark brown. These were not his. His eyes were dark grey. I knew what was going to happen if I didn't get out there quick.

He went back to kissing my sensitive skin and while he was going to town, I bit down on his neck forcefully. While he was distracted checking on his new wound, I ran.