Page 22 of Sin Bin Bully

Sam’s mouth hovers in front of mine, while his hand takes hold of my neck. I close my eyes in an attempt to clear my head.

As soon as they’re shut, I feel his lips skim mine, and I immediately kick into action. My right hand connects with his face, and before he can react, I slip around him. The door is closed across the room, but I didn’t see him lock it, so I should be able to get out.

I’m yanked back as an arm comes around my waist, a yelp escaping me as I slam back against his chest.

“You’re not such an angel after all, huh? Where’d you learn to fight like that?” he asks, his lips brushing my ear. There’s a soft laugh to his words, like he is entertained by me.

I don’t answer him, mostly because I don’t know how to. My heart is slamming in my chest, my mind muffled. And…And I fucking love the way he feels against me for some reason unknown to me. What the actual fuck?

No words are coming to mind, much less coming out. Lucky for me, he doesn’t seem to care about the answer.

“How do you like your new room? I tried to tailor it to your tastes. The bedsheets are the same color as the ones in your old room. They’re much nicer though.”

Just when I think this can’t get any worse, he says something like that. If he knows what color my bed sheets are, then that means he’s been in my apartment.

How many times was he there? What did he do when he was there? What if I had run into him? I have a million questions, but I don’t want any of them answered.

He flips me around so that I’m looking at him, and I swear his eyes look brighter. More of a light grey than the almost black shade I’m used to seeing.

“You’ve surprised me, my little dancer. I-”

This time, I bring my knee up, attempting to knee him in the groin. I swing my fist at him again at the same time. But neither of them connect.

I underestimate how much taller he is than me, so my knee doesn’t go up high enough. As for my fist- it stops a few inches from his face as he catches it in his palm.

“See, this is what I’m talking about.” But there’s a grin pulling at his lips.

“Please,” I whisper.

He backs us up until my knees hit the back of the bed, and then pushes me back gently so that I’m forced to fall onto the mattress. Hovering only inches above me, he brings his lips to my ear.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be ready for me soon. I can be patient.”

There’s something else brewing inside of me, and it’s not fear. I try to ignore it, but as his hand makes its way down my body, over my breasts, and down my stomach, the feeling only heightens.

His hand skates between my legs, just barely touching me. A gasp escapes me, eliciting a dark chuckle out of Sam. He locks eyes with me, and all I see in them is that same amusement.

Before I can even try to push him off of me, he stands up and walks towards the door. I hear it open and close, but I don’t look to make sure he’s really gone. I just stare at the ceiling, my mind spinning.

A hot tear rolls down my cheek. I’ve never felt so frustrated, scared, and confused in my life. And thatsomethingis still there, tightening in my core.

An hour later, I finally move, but not very far. I crawl up the bed and wrap the comforter around me, which is surprisingly soft and just the right amount of cold against my skin.

I drift off pretty quickly. I suppose my mind is just that eager for the escape from this mess.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t get that. Even in my sleep, I see his face. Hear his deep, rumbling voice.

“Are you ready for me yet?”

His fingers graze one of my nipples. I suck in a breath at the touch. Sam smirks, clearly enjoying my reaction.

He grasps my nipple and pinches hard, before rolling it back and forth in between his fingers. His other hand dives between my legs. Two fingers slide down until he reaches my entrance.

“I think you are, my little dancer. You’re practically dripping for me.”

I shake my head at him, but at the same time, he slips those two fingers into me, making me gasp, ending my defiance early.

Sam leans in and nips at my earlobe. I close my eyes, hating myself for every second of this. But the darkness only makes it worse, so I open them again, staring at the white ceiling above.

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