Right, slutty Lily. Yay, me!
"Goodnight, Drake." I stride past him and head for my door. With my key, I open it and I'm just about to take a step inside when Drake pushes me inside and slams me against the wall.
If it's possible for my heart to leap and do a marathon, my heart would be a champion at the rate it's going. "Go home, Drake."
"Stop killing me, Lil. What you did tonight … I wanted to commit fucking murder." He plants both hands against the wall on either side of my head when I try to move away from him. He's caging me in for confrontation. "Did you fuck him?" Drake barks.
"That's none of your business, Drake. I told you before that it wasn't. Now, I'm telling you again. I am not yours. Never was."
"You were last night when you kept screaming my name as you came. I think I'm half deaf from your screams alone."
Bring that up, why don't you? "That was last night, big difference."
Drake growls. "Why do you toy with me and my emotions? Is this some kind of punishment because of what happened eight years ago? I'm sorry. Okay, I fucked up, but it's different now. I fucking want you."
No matter how hard I try not to be affected by his words, they still manage to get through and cut deep inside me. I'm speechless for a moment before I can respond. "You're eight years too late, Drake." I finally manage to squeak out.
The pounding of my heart is deafening. Drake's heavy breathing is distracting and it doesn't help that he's so close. Nor does it help that my body's acting all weird again. Betraying me.
It itches to be touched by him; to be marked by him.
Drake's eyes are determined. He's not going to let this go. "I don't-I choose not to believe you. I won't. It's crazy, Lil, but my gut tells me that you're lying. Your mouth speaks of hate, but your body says something else. So, which one should I believe and trust?" His thumb reaches out and traces the side of my neck, stroking.
It stops at my pulse and I stiffen. "I didn't realize that you're such a liar now, Lily. I did tell you that your body doesn't lie to me."
"Stop it." I gasp when his hand moves lower. My chest is heaving like I've ran for miles. I'm out of breath from anticipation, anger, frustration and, yes … excitement.
FUCK!
I squeezed my eyes shut when his middle finger reaches inside my corset, and brushes against my pebbled nipple. "Yes, you are a liar," Drake states confidently. "Or is your body wrong, Babe?"
Yes, it's wrong. I shouldn't want you, but I do. So, fucking, bad. It's not right, to want you this much. I must be fucked up beyond belief to want you this badly.
"Yes, it's wrong. You're wrong," I speak, panting and out of breath.
"Huh."
"Drake!" I yell when his hand goes up under my skirt. His hand is purposeful as it nudges the side of my underwear and then sticks a finger inside me.
Fucking, asshole, I hate you.
"Your pussy doesn't think so," Drake pants against my ear. I moan when he starts to stroke me tenaciously before he jabs another finger into me.
My God, I'm dying. "Don't do this … " I whisper, but my body is betraying me. It screams for more; more of Drake and more of this erotic torture.
"I'm not stopping until you tell me the truth, but if you want to play stubborn, this can go on all night. I won't mind it at all."
"What truth? Argh, shit, Drake!" I clutch onto his shoulders, practically hyperventilating from his fingers. "Drake … " I cry out.
I hear him growl when he rips another pair of my thongs. The second one in twenty-four hours. With my thong out of the way, things get more serious. "I'm not going to let you come, unless you give in to me."
Cruel son of a bitch! "Fuck you!" I curse at him, at my stupid body, at every single thing because when his fingers almost withdraw, I grind my hips against them, begging for more. "Ahh, ahh … " I moan.
"Do you want me?" Drake fumbles with something. I hear his pants drop on the floor next.
"Ahumm … " I say incoherently.
"What? I can't hear you. I'm asking again, do you want me to fuck you?"
"No … "
Drake hoists me up against the wall and rams his hard cock inside me, with one hard thrust. "Oh, God, It's so tight. This tight cunt is mine," he repeats each time he slides back inside me. "I own this cunt. Tell me I'm the owner."
"Hell, no!"
Drake curses and hoists me up again, carrying me towards my living room. With his manhood still inside me, he cups my chin and kisses me senseless.
Was this his way of making me submit to him? Using my body against me? It's working effectively.
Done fighting with my body, I kiss him back, angered and impassioned. Just for tonight … I think as I start to rock my hips against his cock. Drake makes a guttural sound. Holding onto my hips, he uses them to make my body pound against him, roughly, ruthlessly. He fucks me hard and kisses me harder. I hang on to him, kissing him as I run my nails down his back.
I stop kissing him when I realize we aren't using condoms again. Fuck! "Protection. Condom, Drake."
"No. Not with you, never with you. We'll get you pills tomorrow." He quickly places me on all fours on the chaise lounge. He then parts my legs, presses his hand on my lower back to keep me in the position he wants me in and enters me, viciously.
My knees buckle as pleasure, pain and soreness hits me full-on. In this position, he has easy access to the deepest parts of me. I'm not sure if I can handle it. If he pounds me any harder, I might not recover. "Drake … I … um … "
"Does it hurt?" he distractedly asks while his other hand reaches over my stomach, parts my folds and lets his fingers cater to my core. "Babe?" Drake asks as he starts to gradually move. Hissing each time he slides back into me.
Heck, yes, it hurts like a bitch, but I don't want him to stop, either. "Don't stop. Just keep going."
"Come here, Babe." Drake slowly pulls me against his chest, takes my chin and kisses me. On our knees with his cock buried deep inside my core and his fingers on my clit, he passionately devours my lips. My body starts to relax while I press my back against his chest. When his cock starts to move inside me, the soreness is still there, but the pleasure is terrifyingly amazing; it's all I can concentrate on.
Drake's pacing starts to heighten again, but this time, I am ready to take him in. "Get on your elbows, lower your upper body, but lift your ass to me."
"Argh! Fuck!" I cry out when he severely smacks my ass a few times.
"No more other men, Lil. I won't be accountable for what happens next time I see you going on dates or another man touches you. Are we clear?"
Damn it. "I don't think you and I will work out, Drake. This is just sex."
He smacks my ass again and thrusts forward, teasing me. "How the heck do you figure that? We haven't even tried it."
We haven't really tried, but … what else do I have to lose? I already lost my heart to him. Can I possibly make him love me the way I love him? I'm still pondering it when Drake suddenly pulls out of me.
He stands up, takes his shirt off and throws it away. He then goes over and punches a wall.
What the hell? I watch him fume. Meanwhile, I drop off the couch and sit on the carpet, admiring his naked form. God, his ass is to die for.
Seriously, I have it bad. Really, fucking, bad.
Drake runs his hands through his hair as he mutters something. "Fuck!" he yells at the wall. After huffing a few more times, he finally spins around and stalks towards me.
I train my eyes very hard to not look down and away from him; no matter how much I really want to look away, I can't. I won't give him an inch on this. Drake kneels down next to me, looking helpless and agonized. "Tell me what to do. I'll do it," he rasps out, voice packed with emotion.
"Drake-"
He cuts me off. "Just tell me. Do you want me to grovel? Do you want me on my knees and asking for forgiveness? Just say it, Lil, so I can jump through anything you ask of me. I'll do anything to have you, be with you, and have you beside me."
Just love me. It's all I have ever wanted.
"Are you sure you're not on the rebound after Shannon?" I eye him warily. Drake's asking me to put my heart on the line for him, again. I have to know what's on the table and what isn't.
"Un-fucking-believable!" He gets up again, nose flaring, furious. He paces and stops, looking down at me. "Use your fucking head, will you? Do you think I will fuck around with a woman, whom my parents wish to be my wife? Have you not seen the changes in me, Lily? The moment I saw you again, there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted you. I always have, but this time, I'm ready to give you my all."