Page 25 of Done Waiting

Okay, maybe I overreacted. “Like what?”

“Well… What if you pretend you don’t want me and try fighting against me?”

My brows shoot up, feeling like they are in my hairline as I stare at him curiously. “Umm… But with your friend dying… Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Ben’s smile disappears, as does the glimmer in his eyes. A hostile look is on his face, darkening his skin and eyes. “What does that have to do with anything? It’s not like I’m trying to rape you.”

His words make me feel slightly foolish. I bite my lip as I look at him, then release it. Exhaling, I say, “What do I do? I mean, I’ve never…”

Ben’s slow smile quickly changes to a beaming one that covers his face as he says, “Well, I’m going to be a bit rough. Just push and struggle against me. Tell me no…” His smile issmug, and there’s a hungry, animalistic gleam in his eyes that makes a shiver skate down my spine. His thumb strokes my face reassuringly. “You and I know you want me. That’s what makes it hot.”

I don’t want to tell him that this doesn’t sound hot to me, nor that I feel a bit uneasy about it, so instead, I give a slight shrug. Forming my lips into what I hope appears to be a relaxed smile, I say, “Okay, let’s try it.”

I barely finish speaking, and he’s on me, shoving his lean, muscular physique against mine. His grip tightens painfully around my wrists, and I wince, which spurs him on. Hungry and demanding lips capture mine, and he roughly grabs my breast through my shirt, squeezing painfully.

“No, don’t. That’s too rough,” I murmured, a slight edge of panic in my voice. That only encourages him as his hand moves down to my pussy, cupping it roughly through my jeans. Wincing, I squirm, trying to get away from him. Pushing against his chest, I turn my head. “Ben, please.”

Grabbing my chin, he yanks my head back to his, demanding hot lips crush mine. His tongue thrusts inside my mouth, swirling inside angrily. He pants from excitement, turned on by my fear. This doesn’t feel like want. It feels like dominance.

His hand wraps against my neck, and my eyes pop open. “Ben, what are you…” my words are cut off as he presses harder, limiting my oxygen. Fear trails through me as my hands grip his forearms, trying to push him away.

“Stop talking.” His voice is cold and rough, unrecognizable.

My breaths are quick and shallow, my eyes squeezing shut from the panic coursing through me. I push against his hands again, and they finally leave my neck. His lips come down against mine, hard and bruising.

“Ben, stop. It’s too rough.” My words are garbled from being pressed against his so hard.

But he doesn’t listen, continuing his assault on my mouth. He pushes me harder into the wall, causing my terror to spike.What is he doing? Why is he so rough?

Biting down hard on his lip. I expect him to jump back and apologize like he’s done before when he got a bit too rough with me, but he doesn’t. Instead, an animalistic growl comes from his chest, reminding me of a hunter and its prey. My heart pounds inside my chest, and adrenaline pours through me. Squirming with everything in me, I finally get a leg between us.

When he pulls away from my mouth, I shove my knee straight up to his groin area. He grunts, loosening his hold on me as he doubles over. Pushing against him, I take off running for the door, hellbent on escaping… This weirdness.

I open the door and am about to run through it when his hand shoots out, yanking my hair. Screaming, I grip the door frame, trying like hell to prevent him from pulling me inside the room. But my resistance is futile as he wraps his other arm around my waist.

Releasing my hair, he lifts me off my feet, carrying me, then tossing me onto his bed, face first. He throws me with such force I bounce on the mattress.

“Stop resisting me.” His weight comes down on me, sinking me into the bed. “You know you want it.”

He adjusts his weight, rolling me onto my back. His hands are demanding, grabbing my shirt so hard I’m afraid he’s going to rip it as he tugs it up my torso.

“Please, Ben, stop.” Tears roll down my cheeks, my lips and chin trembling.

He freezes, his eyes narrowing. Staring down at me, the angry look on his face slowly changes to one of horror. “Maddie, please stop crying. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought… you’d be into it.”

Biting my lip, I breathe in and out through my nose, trying to get my emotions under control. “I-I-I’m s-sorry,” I manage to choke out. “It’s just…”

He loosens his hold on me. “It’s too much. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to try something different.”

Still trying to salvage our night, I give him a watery smile. “Maybe I need to ease into it more.”

His face brightens, a smile transforming his features, relaxing them. He looks eager when he says, “Yes, it was silly of me. I pushed too hard, and since you’ve never…” He pushes back, running his hands through his hair. “How about we start again?”

Though I’m nervous, I push it aside and nod.

Ben covers my body, kissing me the way I like. My muscles loosen, and I relax beneath his touch, winding my arms around his neck. Moaning into his mouth, I arch up against him.

He breaks the kiss, grabbing my hand and pulling me to a sitting position. Pulling my shirt overhead, his hands immediately move to my bra, taking it off. Kneading and fondling my breasts, his mouth lowers to my neck. He scraps his teeth over my skin and squeezes my nipples too hard, causing me to wince, a slight yelp coming from me. Ben chuckles against me, moving his hands over my stomach and jeans.

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