Whether you like it or not Sanem

Part 3

Why did he think of stroking her hair and her face now? She was trying her best to pretend she is asleep, but his soft strokes were making her lose her self-control. She was going to be exposed soon as she was literally starting to melt and her breathing was becoming irregular, especially that his touch was a reminder of what had happened in the archive room that day...

Can grabbed her by the arm and started almost dragging her to the archive room. That reminded her of the day when Fabri was hitting on her and he couldn't stand it, but the difference being that then he asked her to come with him politely and then took her hand, but this time, that gentleman-like side of him was gone and he was acting more like a savage creature than the calm Can she knew. She has to admit, though, that despite the fact that this Can was a bit scary, he was daaaaaaamn hotter! Deep inside of her, she was experiencing a mixture of feelings... thrill, fear, attraction, defiance, adoration, passion, extreme need to be touched by loved by him.

Ah! With her free hand, she tried to wake herself up like she usually does and to drive these thoughts away. No, she doesn't want to give in, she doesn't! So she started wriggling in his grip.

"Stop it, Sanem! You know very well who is physically stronger, so there is no point in doing such moves!"

"Ah! Well, I... I can scream for help! Hel..."

And this is when Can turned abruptly towards her and grabbed her face with one hand, and twisted her arm behind her back with the other, and pressed her towards him and silenced her with a deep kiss, a kiss that tried to suck the life out of her. Sanem was shocked at first, but in seconds continued wriggling, but with weaker and weaker moves until she finally could not help but give in to the delicious torture of his lips and tongue.

When Can sensed her surrender, without leaving her lips, nor her arm, he pulled her with him to the archive room, to which they had already arrived when she had started shouting...

She tried her best to suppress the moan that she was desperate to release, but her will betrayed her.

"Uh..."

This was like a fuel to Can's fire... "You... are... mine... only... mine... do you hear me?" He murmured intermittently while devouring her lips, face, nose, throat...

"No..." She said, still part of her fighting the unprecedented desire he was fuelling inside of her... a desire that scared her, after which she tried to break free and started shouting again and hitting his chest with her arms so that he would stop. But he suddenly pushed her towards the wall and pinned her by his deliciously muscular chest, grabbing both of her arms now while doing so, stroking them provocatively and cunningly raising them and fixating them above her head to better control her. In the meantime, his mouth managed to silence her once again...

Sanem was literally burning from the outside with his touches and kisses as well as from the inside... "God help me..." she thought, on the one hand regretting being over-provocative, but on the other relishing these fiery moments Can was giving her and the hot position they were in... She gradually started feeling that she wanted this to last forever... and when his leg slid between her legs, she felt like she wanted to start begging for more, way more than this...

Her fantasies and the sweet and hot moments, to her dismay, were interrupted by him abruptly carrying her from her legs and placing her on his shoulder. For a split of a second she didn't really know what was going on, but later when she regained her sense of the world around her, she uttered a few gasps and started screaming:

"...Caa...Caaaan!... Caa... Yok..."

"You're coming with me! You're not going with that man I don't want to name anywhere, do you understand!....whether you like it or not!"