Kiss Me, Connor Kenway

Female Anatomy

 "Look at you. Take a look at yourself, Mikaela." Giovanni was standing right behind me, the both of us looking into my mirror, seeing myself dressed in the clothes that Connor gave me yesterday. I could feel his icy, cold breath sweep onto the back of my neck.

"He is turning you into one of them. Those filthy, disgusting creatures that don't use this Earth to it's full potential. You look like an animal, uncivilized and untamed. You were raised to be like royalty! Not dirt!" I kept staring into the mirror into my Father's blue eyes. His lip was curling up, abhoring my choices.

"Father you do know that he gave me these clothes so I can warm up since I was freezing and my other garments had snow on them, right?" I gave an attitude back to him. So what if I was wearing animal hides? So what if I wasn't wearing a corset with intricate detailing and beautiful glass beads and a dress that was elegantly hand made with a design so stunning that anyone would stop and stare? Yes, I was raised like that. I was dressed like that. But I don't have to want the best. Yes I was rich before, but that doesn't mean I am spoiled.

"Watch him, Mikaela. Watch him as he takes you because he finds you more attractive in his "clothing." Watch him as he now thinks of you as one of his people. Watch as he treats you as if you were one of his kind." My Father growled and in a blink of an eye, Connor was behind me now, Giovanni suddenly disappearing. I blinked a few more times, trying to understand what was happening. I heard him panting and saw a desire in his eyes as we were looking at each other through the mirror. I saw that Connor wasn't wearing a shirt and his pants were loose and just hanging onto his waist. A sudden fear grew inside of me, causing me to turn stiff. I tried to relax and act normal.

"Hello Conno-!!!" I couldn't get his full name out when I felt his lips come crashing down onto my neck. I gasped as he took his arm and wrapped it around my stomach, forcing me closer to his body and his other hand coming and grabbing my jaw, lifting it to kiss more of the surface of my neck. I was frantic, panicked.

"Connor, stop." I managed to squeak out. By my saying that, he only got more aggressive. I felt him beginning to bite and suck the skin of my neck. I was getting a tingling feeling all around my body. My knees were becoming weak and I wanted Connor to stop. This isn't like him. He would never do this. It's my Father controlling him, trying to make me see how terrible natured Native Americans are.

"Connor this isn't you." I could only pant the words. I felt his tongue swirl on my neck, causing me to moan out, not understanding this feeling. He tugged at the skin of my neck, forcing goosebumps to appear. By my sudden noise I felt something press up against my lower back that wasn't there before.

"Connor please!" I screamed out, taking my hands and holding onto one of the arms that Connor was using to hold my jaw and the other to grip at his hair and pull him away. I felt so helpless, so weak and afraid. My zone of comfort was being completely penetrated. I wanted to break out of Connor's strong hold and run away but I couldn't. I did the best I could to pull him away from me by his hair, but that action only aroused him more. He spun me around, grabbing at my hips tightly and pushing me up against the wall, right next to my bed. I looked directly up into Connor's eyes, seeing that primal gaze deep in the chocolate brown of his irises. I kept feeling my chest rise and fall, heavily breathing. His eyes lowered and saw the low cut collar of my shirt. I saw that the look in his face electrified and the hunger raged twice as much. Connor pressed his hips up against mine, tight and holding me firm up onto the wall, while he took his hands and opened up my collar more, exposing my chest. Connor began to kiss at my collar and worked his way down, getting dangerously closer to my breasts.

I couldn't handle it anymore. I felt so helpless and so weak that I had to cry. So I sobbed, I sobbed while Connor ignored my suffering, I sobbed as I saw my Father appear again and watched me cry.