Page 16 of Crave You

“Tell me Leona.” his voice is a darkened whispering.

“Did I just finger your virgin cunt?”

My face turns red, and I wish the ground would swallow me whole. There is no way I'm going to explain to him why I haven't slept with anyone. I quickly grab the door handle.

"I’m not finished with you yet,” he growls.

He spins me around and slams me against the wall beside it. He presses himself tightly against me. I end up standing with my feet apart, facing away from the door, my hands on either side of my face.

I can feel Zander’s hard cock against my ass and he knows I can. He bucks his hips, pressing it more tightly against me. I want it. I want him. But I don’t know how I feel about wanting him like this.

Before I get a chance to speak or even to think, I feel the warmth of Zander’s breath on my neck and then his lips. He doesn’t just kiss my neck, he bites it, taking a bit of my flesh between his teeth and sort of rolling it there before he bites down hard enough to make me cry out.

He moans when I whimper in pain. Then he releases the flesh of my neck, and I feel the pressure of his body leaving mine. The door opens and then slams closed and I’m left alone, the only proof that Zander was ever there is the smell of his cologne and the flood between my legs.

I push myself off the wall and stand for a moment, my legs shaking. It's strange to feel so mixed up; both sated and horny at the same time. It is disconcerting. How he enjoys my pain nearly as much as I enjoy him giving it to me — and I loved every second of it. I shake my head and then I leave.

When I imagined my first day here, I played out a million and one different scenarios in my head, but this was never one of them. Even in my wildest dreams, or worst nightmares, did I imagine this.

On the way back down the stairs I spot Erin laughing with Shawn and a few other people. I start towards her, but my mind is so messed up I can’t pretend as if everything is normal, and I don’t want to be the weirdo that freaks out at her first university party, so I change direction and leave the house.

It’s cold outside and the cold soon blasts away any tipsy feeling I had. It’s not far to the house and I figure the walk might give me time to sort my head out. I clear the block and turn the corner. Then, I can no longer see Valens House. I decide this is a good thing. I’m just going to put all of this down to experience and stay the hell away from that place and from Zander Morrell.

I tell myself, that what happened isn’t a big deal. Every woman has a moment when she isn’t sure she actually said yes, or even no, right? Now I do too. It’s almost like a rite of passage. How can I say that I didn’t want him when I got wet at his touch, and when I wanted more? Was I really afraid of him or of myself and the burning desire I felt just to surrender myself over to him?

How can I say that I didn’t want it when I have fantasized for years about being possessed completely by a man, who is strong enough to assert his will over mine.

I’m deep in thought when a car pulls up beside me and I feel a moment of fear. Who the hell is it and what can they want with me? I peer inside and see Zander. I feel both relieved and nervous when I recognize him. His passenger side window slides down.

“Get in the car Leona,” he says.

“No,” I reply.

“Get in the car Leona,” he says again, the irritation in his voice clear to hear.

“Or what?” I demand.

“Or I will get out and make you,” he says. “Don’t think I won’t drag you in here whether you like it or not.”

Something in his voice tells me he’s being deadly serious, and I really don’t want a scene, so I sigh and go to the car. I get in and slam the door.

“What do you want Zander?” I ask.

He pulls away. He is heading in the right direction for my house so there’s that at least.

“You left before I was finished with you,” he says.

“Huh?” I manage to blurt out.

“I went to get something special for you from my room and when I came back, you were gone. You didn’t even bother to thank me for your orgasm. That’s very rude Leona, and I can’t tolerate rudeness,” he says. “You’ll have to make it up to me,” he adds.

“And how do I do that?” I say, playing along because it seems safer than not playing along. And — I admit — because a part of me wants to know what my punishment will be.

“Your mouth wrapped around my cock would be a good start.”

“What?” I blurt out. “You mean….” I gesture to our surroundings, and he smirks.

I shake my head in shock at his inappropriate words. “Forget it, I’m not sucking you off in public.”

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