Page 81 of The Wallflower

“I should mark you somewhere, brand you so you’re always reminded of who owns you. Do you want that?”

I shake my head. “I don’t belong to you, Drew. I belong to me. I’m just a hole to keep your dick warm, right?”

A feral growl rips through his chest, and he snaps. I’m not sure why my response angers him so much when it’s the exact words he said to me. In an instant, I’m back on the bed. Before I understand what is happening, his powerful hands latch onto me. He flips me onto my stomach and drags me up by my hips, forcing me onto my knees. My skin hums with the contact, with the anticipation. The head of his cock brushes against the seam of my ass, and my entire body tightens.He wouldn’t, would he?

“I should fuck your ass just to punish you for being such a brat, but I don’t have the patience to prepare you, and as badly as I want to hurt you, I don’t want to break you, and I’d do just that if I did.”

“Oh, how merciful of you.” I roll my eyes, trying to keep my voice strong. I don’t want to let him know that I’m already breaking.

“It’s not mercy. It’s making sure I can get my full use of you.”

The words sting against my skin, and I don’t know if what he’s saying is true or not. I don’t get the chance to ask him because a second later, he’s sliding deep inside me, as far as hecan. The thrust is so powerful that I’m knocked from my knees and onto my belly. His hands clench around my thighs hard enough to bruise as he holds me to the level he needs. Pleasure and pain mingle, swirling into one. I can feel each punishing stroke of his length, and even as wet as I am, there’s still a sting with every thrust.

“Drew…” I whine into the sheets.

There's no finesse to how he fucks me, going deep and hard. My body takes the punishing pace and gives back more heat, more liquid. All I can do is groan as he punishes me, fucking me harder than he ever has before.

“This is what you get, flower. This is how I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast.”

I can barely keep myself upright, and at some point, I sag into the sheets, letting him use my body as he pleases. He grunts and moves faster, slamming himself into me, and with one hand holding me in place, he uses his other and places it against my head, forcing me to stay down. The angle he has me bent in causes me to feel every inch of his length inside me. An animalistic urge grips him, and he grabs me by the back of the neck, tugging me backward, my back flush with his chest.

With his cock nestled deep inside me, he thrusts upward, the head of his penis touching some special spot inside me.

“Oh my god.” My gasp sounds nothing like me. The sound is deep, guttural, primal.

I can feel every indent of his fingers, every press of his own hips against my ass. His abs work overtime as he thrusts upward, balancing me on his cock. Forcing me to take every single inch. His hot breath fans against my neck, and my nipples harden. My fingers dig into his thighs, where I grasp on for dear life. He’s fucking me so hard, I swear I can feel him in my stomach. My core tightens to the point of pain, and then I feel it,his teeth sink into the soft spot at the base of my shoulder and neck.

"Come on my fucking cock. Squeeze that tight pussy. I want to feel that hot cunt milk me dry. Do it."

It's like my body obeys his every whim, and I shatter, my legs shaking as every part of me clenches tight and then releases.

Ripple upon ripple of pleasure rolls through me, shooting me up with all the feel-good chemicals I've come to crave from him. He shoves me face-first onto the bed and continues fucking me all the way through my orgasm. A few more strokes, and he lets out a groan that vibrates through me. Then I feel it; his warm release spreads through my center, filling me to the brim. I feel the absence of his body against mine, and I nearly turn to ask him where he’s going, but then he shifts me and settles into the bed beside me.

I watch him intently, noticing the tension in his jaw and his clenched fists across his chest. He's still dressed, and his pants are back up. Shame coats my insides, and I can feel tears stinging the back of my eyes. I fed right into his bullshit. I gave him what he wanted most, a warm hole to be used and discarded when done.

“I can’t… We can’t keep doing this,” I whisper, almost as if I don’t want to say the words at all. Drew makes me feel too much, but I don’t have the same effect on him. I can’t make him see something he refuses to see. Maybe this is why my brain put up such a tough battle when it came to him. Because it knew this could only end in heartbreak.

“What do you mean?” He blinks slowly, and I can’t really read his face. “Do you mean tutoring? Or something else?”

“This.” I motion between us and grab my comforter, covering myself up because I feel too exposed right now. “I can’t keep doing this push and pull with you. Your hot and cold behavior is giving me whiplash, and I don’t want to be a doormat foryou to step on. You pay me to tutor you, not sleep with you. I know you’re used to having random hookups and stuff, but I’m not. You're the first guy I ever… did anything with.” I hate the tremble in my voice as I speak because what I’m saying is true. I can’t keep doing this with him. “I need more, more than just sex. I want to feel wanted, cherished, valued. None of those things you can do. I hardly know anything about you. The only time we see each other is behind closed doors or in the library.”

“I don’t do that shit with anyone. It’s not just you, Maybel, and I thought you hated me. It’s starting to sound a lot like you’ve caught feelings.”

I grit my teeth together, anger replacing the pleasure endorphins. “What I feel or don’t feel doesn’t matter. You can’t give me what I want, and even if you could, I don’t know what a relationship with you would look like.” I feel vulnerable as hell, but there wasn’t any way around this. One way or another, we were headed here.

He laughs harshly but not in a way that says anything is funny. “Wait, are you trying to tell me you’re finished with me? I thought I warned you before. I make the choices, and I’ll decide when we’re done. I don’t care about what you want.”

Looking into his eyes, I see no warmth, no joy. I see only anger and the desire for control. Maybe that’s what brought us together. My desire to be free, and his desire to be in control. Too bad it didn’t work out. Shoving off the bed, I wrap the blanket tighter around my middle. It hurts me to push him away, but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep fighting against something that isn’t ever going to be.

“And that’s the entire problem here.” I shake my head in frustration. “Could you just leave, please? I’m not going to continue on this roller coaster of emotions. You’ve gotten your fill of me, and unless you plan to change your motives and direction, there is no place for me in your life.”

He shoves off the bed and moves with lightning speed, his massive body crowding me. I don’t want to be intimidated or bullied into compliance by him. I’m tired of feeling weak. I’m tired of being manipulated.

“If you think you can deny me what’s rightfully mine, you’re in for a world of hurt.” His voice is low and deadly.

“I’m not denying you anything. I want to be free, and you make me feel free. You push me to my limits. You’re selfish and want me to meet only your needs. I mean, you just told me you don’t care about what I want. It doesn’t get any more obvious than that.”

“I don’t need your permission, Maybel,” he hisses through his teeth, and I can feel the anger rolling off him.

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