HE'S WICKED 😈

CHAPTER EIGHT

She was avoiding him and it annoyed him, he felt neglected and rejected, even though its what he wanted, it still hurt and angered him, he didn't want her to stay away from him, he didn't want their small conversations, didn't want the distance, he wanted to touch her, he wanted to feel her, to fill her inside, to rock her till she slept.
He didn't care what she said or what she was trying to do, he wanted her and he didn't care if the fact that his over possessiveness was wrong, Beatrice had no right to treat him this way.

Whoever was knocking at the door was surly impatient and loud, she rolled her eyes, it better not be Brass, she was going to kill her for disturbing her evening nap, she opened the door angrily
"What the......"
Alphonso piercing eyes cut her short
"Alphonso...."
He didn't give her the opportunity to talk, his lips crashed down on hers, with a force that was just as painful as it was pleasurable, she gasp for breath, as he took a moment to study her face, he slam the door and pushed her against it
"Alph..."
"Just shut up!!!"
He traced her lips, his free hand tracing lines on her bare skin, she gasp as he gently pinched her nipple
"Why.....please..."
"Why are you trying to frustrate me?"
He asked close to her ear, he kissed her neck and gently bit her, Beatrice was sure she was melting, the way he touched her 'oh goodness' her mind screamed as his hands did mad things to her, her body trembled against the door, he didn't drop her, instead he held her hands up, his firm grip on her wrists
"Plea...se"
She didn't even know what she was pleading for, she didn't want him to stop, instead she wanted more
"Say my name Beatrice.."
"Al..."
She screamed as he slipped inside her, raw and big, her body temperature was over the roof, his tongue teased her nipples
"Say my name"
He said sounding hasher, he bit her nipple and trust into her harder
"Alphon...."
She couldn't complete his name as he kept teasing, punishing and pleasing her
"Say my name"
This time he was whispering, Beatrice was not able to complete his name, each time she was about saying his name, he did something to her that drove her crazy and broke her concentration. Damn this man, she thought as he pushed into her, making her scream and moan, she didn't care what the neighbours thought, there wasn't anyone who could go through what she was going through and not scream their senses out.
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Paula sat on the stairs and listened to her scream, when she listened close enough she could hear him moan softly. She wanted to cry but instead she was really horny. She wanted this, Whatever he was doing to her, she wanted him to do to her, she was going to wait here, she'll drug him if she had to, she gently squeezed her breast, she looked around, nobody was around, she trace her finger into herself and moan as she played with herself, she imagined him doing to her whatever he was doing to the Author right now, SHE WANTED HIM SO BAD.