Page 111 of Pretend
“I haven’t been with her since I found out she cheated on me while I was getting tortured. I’m separated but legally still married, and I’m sorry for not telling you that. I’m still in disbelief you want me…even though I look like this.” He points to his scarred face. “I didn’t believe anyone could love me after my mother died. After Stella called me a monster. After those moments in my life, I convinced myself in the end, it’s better to trust no one. It’s better to believe that love doesn’t exist becauseit’s easier to live like that. But then I met you.”
A tear falls from my eye, and I wipe it away fast before he continues.
“I wasn’t sure where we were going, and I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s a little too late for that,” I reply.
“Listen, you can hate me. You can be mad and pissed off, but no one can make you feel like I can. I won’t ever let anyone get a fucking chance to.”
He presses me down on the bed, my back hits the sheets, and I try to push him back as the rain joins our harsh breathing.
“The way you scream and come with my name on your lips. The way your eyes dilate whenever you see me. The way you smile when I talk to you. You’re in love with me, and if you’re not consumed by me yet,you will be.”
“Daegan, you’re acting crazy!” I try to hit him with my knees, but he pushes them down like I’m nothing but a toy to him. The back of my knees hit the mattress and I sigh in defeat.
“You do make me fucking crazy. Fight me. It only makes your pussy wetter and my cock harder.” He coos in my ear as he pushes my legs apart, and I feel his hard cock already begging to destroy me.
“I won’t sleep with you, Daegan. You’re still married, and I’m still mad.” I seethe.
“Well, that makes two of us.”
Daegan grabs his dog tags from his back pocket and ties up my wrists as fast as his waist pins me down.
What the fuck?
I’m unsure what to do, but I’m letting him. I don’t fight him anymore. I don’t know what that says about me.
“You’re mad? Mad at what?!” I wiggle beneath, but it’s no use. He’s right; he does hold this power over me. I’m wet and begging for him; I already miss the way his hard length stretches me and fucks me, hitting that same spot inside me as it always does, making me climax with just half of his cock. His dog tags dig into my wrists, and I try to pull and kick, but he holds me down. He’s way bigger than me.
“How are you the one that’s mad right now? You drugged me, didn’t you?”
He goes down in between my thighs, and I raise my foot to kick his face, but he catches it with his hand, squeezing tight until I hiss in pain.
“Because I missed a shot.”
He’s not making any sense! “What?”
He goes to the end of the bed and grabs a rope from his pocket, tying it to both ends of the bed.
“Daegan, let me go! I refuse to be here. You can’t force me to be here; you can’t drug me and then tie me up because you want me to listen to you!”
“You love being tied up. Would you have come here willingly?” He points out with an angry growl.
“Hell no.”
“Exactly my point, little Valentine. I could have done worse, be thankful.”
He finishes tying my ankles to his bed and then pulls out his knife. The same knife he fucked me with months ago. The Damascus blade glows and glistens against the moonlight. He grins with sadism in the tilt of his lips.
He hovers over me, and with a quick gesture, he pulls my dress up, slicing my underwear off. He grabs my underwear and holds it to his nose. My eyes bulge as I watch him sniff my torn panties. My pulse begins to race harder and thunders along with the storm outside.
“I love the way your pussy smells, and I love the way it tastes.”
He’s going to destroy me, and I’m going to hate every single second of it, but not because I don’t want it.I need it. And I’ll hate it because I know how I ache for him. It overpowers my morals and self-respect because of how badly I miss him.
He drugged me, and now he’s tying me up, and I’m letting him?
I must need therapy because of the amount of mind-fuckery this man has me going through…I can’t keep up, and what’s even worse is that I’m heating up more and more.
