Bulletproof

Chapter 23

You hear a knock on your door. You were so irritated at this point that you stomped to the door and opened it wide, shouting, "What the fuck do you want?"

Bruce's eyes went from content to upset after you yelled at him. Even though you guys were going through a rough patch in your relationship, you really didn't mean to shout at him.

"Maybe I should've just left you alone. Sorry," Bruce said, holding back his emotions.

"No shit. I'm sorry...I'm just irritated. Come in." You replied while rubbing your head.

Maybe it was the people or the fact that you haven't eaten in awhile that now you have a pounding headache.

He enters the room and sits on your bed like a stranger. He notices that you are rubbing your head.

"Need an aspirin?" He suggested as he scrambled for one in his pocket.

"Nah I'm good. I'll just drink some water," you said.

Suddenly you felt lightheaded and stumbled a bit. As Bruce attempted to catch you, you both fell on the floor. Bruce ended up on top of you.

"Goddamn...I can't seem to escape you," you admitted as you looked into his watery eyes.

"Then stop resisting me," he commanded, "open your heart to me."

You both looked at each other for a brief moment. You reached out with your right hand to cup his face. You then lean in, slowly inching your lips to his cherry-blossom colored lips.

He leaned down to close the gap, kissing you slowly at first. As the kiss deepened, Bruce groaned in your mouth, and you found yourself melting against him.

You shoved your tongue in his mouth; you weren't holding back this time. You wanted to feel his tongue explore your mouth and explore your whole body.

Bruce stuck his tongue in your mouth, battling for dominance. He wasn't going to show you up; you were going to demonstrate that you were a man too. You wanted to be the alpha.

You rolled the two of you over and pinned his hands down with your own. You looked down at him, and his ocean eyes sparkled. You felt him rub on your sides, making you feverish.

You kissed him again, not holding back, and forced yourself between his legs. He moaned in your mouth again as he thrusted his hips up, trying to gain friction between your crotch and his.

He flipped you over and started kissing you again. You growled, wanting to be dominant for once, wanting to show him that you weren't a petty little girl. You struggled slightly, trying to flip him over, but he forcefully pinned you to the floor.

"You aren't the dominant one here," his deep voice sent tremors up and down your spine.

He bit down on your neck and you gasped. He nibbled, sucked, and licked your sweet spot until there was a purple bruise.

"Now everyone will know you're mine," he murmured, giving your neck one last lick.

Bruce breaks away. You wondered why.

"We can't do this. Not until you make me a promise," he demanded, making the most seductive face you've seen thus far during your intimate moments with him.

Out of respect, he gets off of you and sat on the floor next to him.

"Okay what do you want to promise?"

You knew deep down inside that you didn't want to do this, but you also couldn't ignore your body calling you to release those urges. The quicker you fake the promise, the sooner you can quickly get in his pants.