Page 35 of The Ruler
“So, I guess Archer is more your type, huh?”
Archer?I had found Archer charming and sympathetic, but he wasn’t my type. I didn’t have a type.
When I didn’t confirm or deny his question, his jaw hardened and his hands lifted my shirt.
“Take off your clothes.” There was a bitter undertone to his voice.
“No,” I repeated, my hands trying to stop him.
“Fine, then I will,” he said and tore my shirt completely off me, strong and determined in his rough movements.
Smack!The sound of my palm hitting his wet face rang out loud in the shower and he turned his chin away from me. It was such a gross violation of my moral values as a pacifist to hit someone – I was shocked that I even had it in me.
I only did it in self-defense, I justified it in my own head, but then he slowly looked back at me and the expression in his eyes made my blood swirl like a cyclonic wind.Oh, no!
“Careful,” he threatened, and with a hard jerk he pulled at my pants, slamming my chest back into his hard body.
I was covering my naked breasts with my hands and feeling the warmth of his body on the back of them.
Again, he jerked at my pants to get the wet fabric down. Luckily it was glued to my skin, which made it difficult for him. Covering my chest with one arm, I used the other hand to push at his hands and when that didn’t help, I used both hands. That made Khan pause, lean back, and look down at my now naked breasts.
“Your tits are bigger than I thought.”
“Stop staring at me,” I demanded and wiped the water pouring down on me from my face.
But Khan didn’t stop. He continued jerking my pants down and now had them to my mid-thighs
“I said stop it!” I cried out, pushing at his chest and twisting around to protect myself.
That was a mistake!
Now behind me, his deep groan reverberated in the shower and he pressed me up against the shower wall, his arm around my waist and his mouth on my shoulder.
We were no longer face to face, but having his erection pressed against my behind seemed to only excite him more.
Khan growled a low “Fuuuck,” and slid his hands up to my hips, his fingers digging deep into my flesh.
“You promised,” I cried out, not sure if my beating heart showed fear that he would rape me or arousal that this was actually happening. Ever since he had started masturbating openly, I had thought of Khan sexually. The forbidden books probably didn’t help, and this scenario was mild compared to some of my sinful thoughts.
Khan didn’t answer. Instead he pulled me with him a step back and bent me over for him. “Place your hands on the wall,” he ordered and made a low pained sound when I slowly did.
I could have fought him, but I didn’t. Instead I closed my eyes, shameful that my betraying body reacted with arousal, my skin tingling, my nipples aching for his touch.
“You have no idea,” he muttered and pressed against me again, only this time his erection didn’t slide against my cheeks, but down between them. I couldn’t think straight because of my hormones going crazy and making me want to do unacceptable things like push back against him.
The short sobbing sound that escaped me when I surrendered to my desire saved me.
Khan misinterpreted it as fear and he pulled me back into his chest and spoke, low, into my ear. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Please,” I whispered, still not sure if I was pleading for him to do it or to leave me alone.
After five long breaths into my ear, Khan turned me around to face him. Searching my eyes with lustful fire in his dark brown ones, he spoke, low and husky. “Say yes, Pearl,” he whispered.
Yes!boomed in my mind, but the sinful, irresponsible part of me was quickly overpowered by reason, manners, and inhibitions.
“No,” I breathed and shot him an angry look for making me feel this illogical desire for him.
Khan’s fingers dug deeper into my hips and he was tense, but eventually he released the flexi-band and stepped back from me.
