by T. L Hodel
To reiterate this she chomped down on the air, teeth clacking.
“That’s it baby . . .” I folded her in half and smashed her face into the mattress. “Hurt me, scratch me, bite me . . . Get yours before I get mine.” I snatched her wrists and held them with one hand against the small of her back. “And I will, get mine.”
Leaning back, I trailed my eyes down the curve of her spine. “I could take you right now,” I breathed, caressing her presented ass with my gaze, “and there’s not a damn thing you could do to stop me.”
Riley went silent, focusing solely on her struggle. I craved the sting from her angry words almost as much as I craved her surrender. I needed to choke the resistance out of her until she went compliant in my hands.
“Give it up, Mouse. You can’t win. The sooner you realize that, the easier things will be.”
I felt her body go stiff as she mumbled something into the blankets.
“What was that?” I asked, releasing my hold on her hair enough for her to twist her face.
“You disgust me.”
And just like that, my resistance snapped.
Chapter Fifteen
Riley
I knew I fucked up the instant the words left my lips, but I was powerless to stop it. Like word vomit, the insult spewed forth. “You disgust me!”
Me and my big mouth!
Micha went tense behind me, and I could feel the anger roll off him in waves. I just had to go and poke the beast. Now he was coming out to play.
His fingers tensed around my wrists, and silence hung in the air like a heavy curtain, as I waited for retribution. Could Micha feel my trepidation? Did he sense my anxiety? Maybe it made him feel powerful to have me like this? Weak and too afraid to steal a glance at his face. Did he get off on it? Did I? Was that why I kept pushing him? Because some sick and twisted part of me liked this. Wanted to be overpowered and completely at his mercy. No! That was crazy talk. Micha was the enemy.
“I disgust you, do I?” Micha’s voice was calm, too calm.
The pulse whooshing loudly in my ears told me that I had pushed him too far. This Micha wasn’t the one I was used to. This one was an entirely different monster, one that scared the hell out of me.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, hating how pathetic I sounded.
He folded over me and softly growled in my ear, “You will be.”
There was no telling what he’d do, and I wasn’t about to stick around and find out. The second my wrists were released, I jumped. Clawing at the blankets and scrambling to pull myself across the bed. Hope swelled in my chest as my knees sunk into the mattress. I told myself to keep going. Get enough distance to regain my bearings and kick him right in the balls. I could do it!
I was wrong.
Like some cruel mockery, Micha allowed me enough time to climb halfway across the bed before he followed. He crawled over me and pressed down, squashing my hopes and pinning me to the mattress with the heaviness of his body. I kicked and screamed, flailing my arms in a desperate attempt to wriggle out from under him, but it was no use.
“That’s right, Mouse,” He growled, pulling my arms over my head and transferring both my wrists to one hand, “fight me.”
My feet kicked, striking him in the calf. But he took those away too when he twisted my hip off the bed while wrapping his stronger legs around mine. There was plenty of things someone in this position should do. Be repulsed and fight, while screaming for help, or at the very least, beg for mercy. I did none of that. My body fought my mind, soaking every twitch of his firm muscles.
“Get off me, you sick bastard!” I snarled, more to myself than him. Because only a sick bastard would react this way.
“You keep calling me names, Mouse. Is that because you hate me,” his hand skimmed under my shirt and down my stomach to toy with the waistband of my shorts, “or yourself?”
“W-what are you d-doing?” I nervously stuttered when his fingers dipped in my shorts.
Micha released my wrists and wrapped his hand around my neck, holding me back against his chest. “Where’s my tough girl now?”
I swallowed, the action making me very aware of the grip he had on my throat. It wasn’t enough to cut off my oxygen supply, but firm enough to let me know he could. And then, my big mouth struck again, spewing word vomit. “You get off on this, don’t you. You sick fuck!”
“We’ve already established I’m a sick fuck. But if you need more proof . . .” Micha pressed his hips in, letting me feel how hard he was. I cursed him, but cursed myself more. I hated how his hand warmed my skin, how that tingle low in my belly grew every time his finger swiped lower, moving closer and closer to I place I had yet to explore myself. Most of all, I hated that part of me that liked this.
“You’re disgusting,” I growled, not sure which one of us I was talking to.
His fingers tensed around my neck, as he pressed his cheek against my temple and whispered, “Let’s see just how much I disgust you, shall we?”
All I could do was close my eyes in mortification when Micha shoved his hand down. Because as much as I tried to will my body to stop, it didn’t. I could feel the dampness down there, and now he would, too. Out of desperation, I grabbed his forearm and pulled with all my might, but I couldn’t stop him. The firmness of his muscle barely flexed as he pushed his hand down and slid his finger through my slick folds. If someone could die from mortification, I would’ve dropped right then and there.
“Why are you wet, Riley?” The headiness in his voice made more dampness seep through my folds.
He pressed down on my clit. I gasped as sparks of pleasure shot through my body. I shook my head, trying to deny it. “Please stop . . .”
“Not a chance, baby.” he growled in a low, throaty, tone, and repeated the action.
It took everything I had to hold the moan back. That small part of my body now controlled everything – my labored breathing, my thundering heart, and even my mind. With every swipe of his finger, it was getting harder to remember that I hated him. That blasted finger swirled lower, pressing into my opening, and despite the slight burn from being breeched in a place formerly untouched, my entire body lit on fire.
“Fuck, that’s a tight fit,” Micha groaned, his hot breath heating up my already feverish skin. “You’re going to squeeze the shit out of my dick.”
“Never.” I ground out, clenching my teeth against the pleasure he was forcing on me.
“Who says I need your permission?”
My body betrayed me again and clenched around the finger inside me.
“Oh, you like that do you?”
His finger pumped in and out of me, stroking some sensitive spot inside, while his thumb continued to work my clit. I bit down on my lip so hard I could taste the metallic tinge of blood. No matter how I fought against it, I couldn’t stop my mind from wondering what other parts of him felt like.
“You want me to hold you down,” even the deep tone of his voice set me off, flooding his hand with my arousal, “force my way between your thighs, and take that sweet little virgin pussy?”
Not only could I feel how wet I was, I could hear it. This felt so much better than any dream, or fantasy I had. I was losing myself, giving into his touch. I wanted to give, feel more. No! I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and shook my head. I couldn’t be that girl. I was normal. I had to be.
“That’s it, baby,” Micha purred, and dipped his head to pull his hot tongue up the side of my face. “Give in.”
I don’t know what was more humiliating. The messed-up way I responding, or that he could feel said response? I couldn’t let this happen. I had to do something!
Pushing through the cloud of haze in my head, I once again pulled on his arm and growled, “You might want to sleep with one eye open because if you don’t stop touching me, I’ll stab you in your sleep.”
“I can’t wait to fuck that smart mouth.” The corded muscles of Micha’s arm tensed under my fingers, letting me feel the power held within. He swiped ove
r that small bundle of nerves, my traitorous body was so focused on, and damnit, I moaned. “Maybe I’ll let Logan watch. I bet you’d like that.”
I gritted my teeth through the pleasure and hissed, “Careful, I still have teeth.”
“Yeah,” Micha groaned, grazing his lips across my cheek. “You going to bite me baby?”
Ready to scratch his eyes out, I reached over my shoulders. Micha was prepared for that though. He quickly ducked his head, taking his face out of my reach. So, I did the only thing I could and grabbed fistfuls of his hair.
“I’ll do a lot more than bite you,” I promised while yanking on his soft chestnut locks. He released a long throaty groan, and damnit if wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d heard.
“Give it up, little mouse,” he said pinching my clit, sending a sudden spark of pleasure rocketing through my system. “You can’t win this fight.”
His fingers twisted and rotated, skillfully manipulating that small bundle of nerves. It felt soooo good.
“God, I hate you,” I growled, yanking on the hair I had in my fists.
“You don’t want to like it, but you do,” he purred, continuing to build me higher, coiling a tense feeling deep inside.
Suddenly I was holding onto his hair for an entirely different reason. My body won. My fight melted away as I moaned and arched my back, greedily seeking more. More of what? I didn’t know. Just that I needed it.
A deep possessive growl vibrated from Micha’s chest. “I saw you in that church. Watched you every Sunday. And do you know what I did while you were in there playing good girl, on your knees?”
Maybe I should’ve been concerned with the fact that he’d been watching me? But nothing else mattered, except that edge he was slowly pushing me toward.
“I jerked off,” he continued. “Fisted my cock and imagined it was your perfect little hands. While you were praying to your God, I was spraying my cum on the wall.”
His filthy words sent me over the edge. Plummeting me into nirvana as a wave of white-hot bliss bowed my back.
“That’s it, Mouse, scream for me.”
I didn’t realize I was screaming until he said so. My muscles had seized from the tiny fireworks erupting throughout my body. After my body had relaxed from the after shocks, Micha shoved his fingers into my mouth.
“Taste how much I disgust you.”
My cheeks heated as the sweet yet salty taste exploded on my tongue. I could do nothing but collapse onto the bed, spent and oddly satisfied. That’s when my mind started to come back, and I realized what had just happened. My first orgasm, and it came from him. Micha put his hands on me, and I did nothing to stop it. I was pathetic. Mortified, I buried my face in the blanket, and tried not to cry.
I didn’t move. Not when I felt Micha’s weight lift off me. Not when I heard him walk away. I wanted to stay here with my face hidden in the soft blanket smelling of lavender. As long as I was here, I wouldn’t have to face what happened. What I allowed to happen. I could stay in the dark and pretend I was somewhere else. That this was all happening to another person, and I was at home watching a movie with Mom.
We were sitting on our old scratchy couch in our pjs with a big bowl of popcorn between us. Mom wanted to watch the latest romance, but I argued for a sci-fi flick. Eventually, we settled on a comedy, and spent the rest of the night laughing. There was no alcohol or monsters hiding in the dark. It was just us and our shitty apartment.
Something dropped onto the bed, shattering my beautiful fantasy.
“Are you going to stay there sulking all night?”
My cheek brushed along the soft blanket, as I turned away from Micha’s voice.
“I don’t know what you’re so upset about?”
The sound of a zipper and something falling on the bed surrounded me.
“You came, didn’t you?”
Was he serious?
“It’s not like –” I stopped, my eyes narrowing on the black bag and gray sweats sitting beside it. “What are you doing?”
“You didn’t think I was going to stay in my clothes all night, did you?” he explained, lifting his shirt over his head.
My mouth was open, but nothing came out. I knew Micha was built, but holy hell! I lay there stunned, eyes rolling over his washboard abs, to the perfect V that disappeared in his dark jeans.
“Like what you see?”
I rolled my eyes at the smirk on his face, and snorted, “You wish.” Though I still couldn’t stop staring at those sculpted lines under smooth tan skin.
Wait . . .
It dawned on me then. Micha planned to sleep here. In my room. With me. No friggin’ way!
“You are not sleeping here!” I shrieked, sitting up.
Micha sighed, like my objection was nothing more than a passing nuisance. “I don’t trust your father.”
“So?”
“So,” he unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans, making me turn away, “where you sleep, I sleep.”
“Go sleep in another room,” I demanded, angry that he was invading my space. I may not have wanted this house, or this room, but it was still mine.
“No.”
I was so mad that I completely forgot Micha was getting dressed. Thankfully when I turned around, he was donning the gray sweats. The fact that they hung low on his hips, giving me a better view of that cut V, only pissed me off more.
“Why not?” I asked. “I’m sure there’s like twenty to choose from.”
Stupid, big ass house!
“What part of ‘where you sleep, I sleep,’ didn’t you understand?”
I glared at him.
He glared at me.
“Fine!” I huffed, jumping off the bed and marching towards the door. “I’ll go find another room!”
“If you take one step out of this room, I’ll drag your ass back in here and tie you to the fucking bed.”
He wouldn’t . . .
The nod he made, drawing my attention to a coil of thin black rope sitting on the end of the bed, told me that yes, he would.
“Well, aren’t you prepared,” I sneered.
“That’s right, Mouse.” Micha crossed his arms and gave me a stern stare. “I’m a regular fucking boy scout.”
I thought about telling him to go fuck himself, and fight his demand, but then I remembered, it didn’t end so well last time. My throat ran dry as my eyes once again poured over the firm lines of his torso.
“Can you at least put something on?”
“I usually sleep naked.” His brow arched. “Would you prefer that?”
I gulped. No, no I wouldn’t.
“Now are you going to get your ass in this bed or am I going to have to drag you?”
Being tied up and left to Micha’s mercy was about as safe as diving head first into a pit of piranhas. And he would tie me up. Out of any other options, I growled, stomped my foot, and stormed back. After shooting him a dirty look, I slipped under the covers. The mattress dipped as he climbed in, and I quickly raised my arm, karate chopping the blankets behind me.
“Just make sure you stay on your side.”
Micha chuckled, but made no move to crush my barrier. “Goodnight, Mouse.” He said, clicking off the lamp, “Sweet dreams.”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
“Not tonight, Mouse, I’m too tired.” He yawned and shifted a little. “Maybe I’ll fuck you tomorrow . . .”
I wasn’t sure if my shiver was out of fear, or anticipation. And for that reason alone, I had to find a way to escape him.
Chapter Sixteen
Micha
I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept for more than a couple of hours. When I closed my eyes, the sandman didn’t whisk me off to a beautiful dreamland filled with flowers and cupcakes. My slumber was filled with blood and darkness, haunting memories that jarred me awake. So, when I woke up covered by a raven-haired beauty instead of my typical cold sweat, I was a little surprised. Somehow, I’d slept through the night.
It
was adorable how she drew an imaginary line in the sand. Chopping down the blankets, as if that would stop me. I gave it to her, though, not out of some sense of morality, but because if I touched her, I knew I wouldn’t stop. Holding back was not only a good way to fuck with her, but a test for myself. Now that I had her, how long could I maintain control?
I looked down at her small hand resting on my chest by her face and smirked. My hand twitched on her thigh, which was thrown over my hip. Even when we were sleeping, I won.
So much for your Berlin wall, Mouse.
I never understood Mase’s attraction to Harper. She was so tiny. While my mouse wasn’t much bigger, I could get used to this. Her soft body folded perfectly into mine, like she was made for me. The heat from her pussy, burning through her shorts onto my thigh, had my heart pumping. But what really got it going was the anticipation of seeing her face when she woke up.
Riley didn’t just hate me, she fucking loathed me. I could see it burning in those sapphire orbs – bright, beautiful, hatred. Something else glimmered under all her rage. Something her innocent little mind didn’t yet comprehend . . . but I did. I knew that beast all too well. He was made of pure lust and unbridled hunger.
Riley’s alarm went off, shrieking loudly through the air, making my ears hurt. I frowned at the black clock, irritation growing with each piercing beep.
How loud does she have that fucking thing?
She grumbled and swung her arm out, blindly slapping the air for the snooze button, I assumed. She groaned, not finding it , and lifted her head. Her eyes fluttered open, and began blinking in her surroundings.
That’s it, Mouse, focus. See who your wrapped around.
Those beautiful blue orbs ran across my chest and up to my face. She cocked her head, brows furrowed, and stared at me for a second. I waited as her confused gaze shifted to the hand she had resting on my chest. Then the moment I’d been waiting for . . . Her mouth dropped open in shock and eyes widened with realization.
“Oh my God!” Riley shrieked, springing back. “I told you to stay on your side.”