Page 92 of Tamed By You

“A good fucking.” My eyes widen. Is she serious right now?

“I think we both know I can deliver on that.”

“Mmmhhhhmmmm, I dunno.” She bites down on her lower lip, her glazed eyes now hooded as she’s looking me up and down.

I walk towards her, stepping in between her legs, moving so close our noses touch. Lowering my voice I say, “I think we both know I can give you whatever you need, Ali.”

“Prove it,” she says, challenging me as her drunk eyes try to focus on mine.

“I’m not going to fuck you when you are like this.”

“What? Scared I’m right?” she teases, giving me a challenging stare.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing here but stop it.”

“Stop what?” she asks, shrugging her shoulders, feigning ignorance.

“This. What the hell are you doing? Earlier you told me we were done, and now you’re here, begging me to fuck you.”

“Can’t two people fuck, and it mean nothing?” she suggests running her index finger down my chest, acting coy, staring into my eyes, searching for an answer.

“Yeah, people can, but you and me, never.”

Silence falls between us, and the tension is so palpable it almost suffocates me. I fight every urge I have to take her, pinher to the desk, and give her everything she’s begging me for. She places her palms on my heaving chest. My restraint ready to snap. She leans closer, her coconut scent invading my senses as I nuzzle into her hair, breathing her in. I want her; I want her so much it physically hurts, but not like this.

“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, baby, please.” My tone is desperate, agony evident in my voice.

“I need to forget,” she chokes.

“Forget what, tell me.”

“All of it. Just help me forget, please,” she pleads, gripping my shirt, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“You, I need you,” she whispers.

She’s hurting, I can feel it, and I need to know why. I clutch her tear-stained face in my hands, pulling her to look at me. “You need to talk to me, Ali. This won’t solve anything.”

“No, I need you to fuck me,” she says, irritation in her voice.

She works my belt. “Come on, let’s get lost in each other.”

I grab her wrist. “Ali stop, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. This won’t help.”

“I disagree.”

“Ali, it’s me… talk to me.”

“And that's why I can’t.” She shoves me and I stagger back and run a hand through my hair. God, this is so fucked up.

“What do you mean?”

“You are the one person I can’t tell,” she shouts, pain etched all over her haunted face.

“Just trust me, H. It’s better this way.”

“Why, tell me why, Ali, because I’m at a loss here. Help me understand,” I beg. I’ll get on my knees if I must.

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