Page 132 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Will I pay for kicking you in the balls, too?” That was not the right thing to say.
I wasn’t sure if my mouth disconnected from my brain or if my mind was beyond caring, but I was really starting to miss overthinking my responses, especially when Issac’s turquoise eyes darkened and his hand wrapped around my neck.
“You want to play,” Issac hissed in my face. “Let’s play.”
I hadn’t realized how large he was until that moment.
Issac’s palm spanned the width of my neck, swallowing it while his fingers stretched so far around, they touched at the back. The pressure of them caused my pulse to beat hard and frantically in my ears.
He didn’t have to choke me to prove his point. That was the terrifying reality of it. My breath, my voice, my very life sat caged literally in the palm of his hand.
“Look, I know you’re mad,” I whispered as calmly as I could. “But you don’t want to take things too far.”
Reasoning was all I had. It wasn’t like I could fight him off. One flick of his wrist and that would be it. And I wasn’t entirely sure that Issac didn’t want to kill me.
“Oh, Peaches,” he tsked. “We haven’t even started to play yet.” He folded over me and growled in my ear, “I told you, you were mine tonight.”
What did that even mean? Was he going to hurt me? Scare me some more? What did he want with me?
I got my answer when Issac lifted off me and tore the towel from my body. The buttons shot off somewhere in my room while I desperately covered myself up. Mortification burned across my chest as I threw my arms over my breasts, crossed my legs, and cursed myself for not taking the time to find clothes before I hid.
“That’s cute,” Issac snickered as if he found my embarrassment amusing.
“This is not cute.” There was nothing cute about this.
“You’re right, it’s not cute. It’s fucking pathetic.”
Issac let go of my neck, grabbed my wrists with one hand, and pulled them off my breasts. I tried to fight him, but he was too strong. He slammed my hands down on the bed, stretching my arms over my head with minimaleffort. My crossed legswere next. Although he had a harder time prying those apart—I used every ounce of strength I had to keep my thighs closed—but he still wedged his hips between them.
Almost immediately, Issac’s eyes drifted to the apex between my thighs. “Goddamn, that is a pretty pussy.”
There was something different in his tone. Something dark and feral that made my stomach twist. I’d never been more mortified in my life. Lying there totally exposed with no chance of escape, I couldn’t even fight back. All I could do was stare at the ceiling, while Issac raked his gaze over me, soaking up every inch of my body.
“I’m going to give you two choices.”
When I didn’t answer, Issac snapped his fingers in front of my face.
“Pay attention to me when I’m talking to you.”
I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling. Fuck him. I was not going to give him what he wanted.
“Alright,” He sighed. “Have it your way.”
I thought he’d smack me or twist my nipple again like he did in the cafeteria. He seemed to like to use pain to control me. But it wasn’t pain I got this time. It wasn’t even close. Pleasure wracked my body as Issac reached down and flicked that cursed bundle of nerves between my legs.
My stare snapped back to his, as I blurted out, “Stop that.” Panic hit at the thought that we would have a repeat of seven minutes in heaven.
“Oh, now you want to pay attention?”
He did it again, causing me to suck back a moan. Two touches and my body was aching for more. And he didn’t stop there. Issac continued to strum my clit expertly. I hated him for it, and I hated myself more for my lack of experience.
Every flick of his fingers brought me closer to that edge. Something deep inside clawed at me to give in. My pussy waspulsing; every nerve I had lit up. Even my breath felt drawn to him. Despite that, I refused to give in to my carnal urges. I was in control of myself, not Issac.
Gritting through the pleasure he was forcing on me, I lifted my head and hissed in his face, “If you don’t get away from me right now, I will destroy you.”
“Is that before or after you come all over my hand?”
I shook my head, denying the inevitable. “I won’t.”
