Chapter 006

Yvette's POV

I blinked, instinctively taking rapid steps backwards. Shame wrapped itself around my legs as his smirk grew wider. Now I wasn't just angry over his unfairness, but how I responded to him without thinking. How I easily gave him the satisfaction he wanted and how he drew this kind of reaction from me whenever and wherever he wanted.

“Yvette,” he said my name, with no form of humor tied to it.

My palms turned sweaty and I suddenly began to struggle for air. I was restless. I hated how he made me desperately seek an escape route whenever he wanted. Gosh! I'm tired of always running and… and… hiding.

I can't let him keep winning, at least not after showing what brave and outspoken person I could be. I exhaled deeply and looked up to meet his gaze.

“What?” I asked through gritted teeth, already regretting my decision.

“You will scream my name.”

I scoffed in response, still putting on a nonchalant attitude on the outside. I squeezed my thumb behind my back. Worse, everything in me was asking me to just let it slide or apologise or just… do something else but go on with this.

“I dare you, Luther,” I looked him straight in the eyes despite my raging heart. “Make. Me.”

His eyes crinkled as the words left my mouth.

“With all pleasure. Morgan.”

Three large steps. Just three was all it took for him to close the distance between us. The next thing I knew was my back was against the wall and he kissed me so fervently, pushing his whole body into me as though we could possibly become one.

He pulled us slightly away from the wall, then pushed us back without warning. I gasped.

I felt his lips curl into a smirk before his tongue slid into my mouth. What an arrogant lunatic? I thrashed his chest in annoyance, but every hit brought him closer to me. He slid his fingers down my waist, tracing my curves in such a hypnotising way.

I sniffled a moan refusing to give in to him. But this was Knox and it felt embarrassing to admit that he learnt my body in ways I wasn't even aware of.

He trailed wet kisses down my neck, with his left hand above my head. I arched my back, suddenly wanting the heat and burning sensation he made me feel.

This was wrong.

I shouldn't be enjoying this. I shouldn't be doing this, but a part of me wanted this. I wanted it.

He moved back to my mouth, grabbing my neck with his right hand. My whole body melted. Worse. I lost control over it. I kissed him back. Mirroring the same speed, desperation…. He was undoing me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and just before he moved his hands to unzip my dress, he pressed himself hard against my core.

Gracious father!

I could feel his dick.

No… I needed him. All of him.

The moment my dress hit the ground, I reached for his tie and the buttons of his shirt. He grabbed my hands, pinned it to the bed with one hand, and with the other, he caressed my boobs all while kissing me.

I groaned.

Why does he have to be unfair in everything?

His hands moved below my belly button and my thoughts went silent. Hell no, I could feel my pussy already throbbing. His lips left mine. He released my hands to unclasp my bra and all too soon, he buried his head in my boobs, while gently stroking my public region.

His fingers moved deliberately slow over my folds and I could tell he was just punishing me. I couldn't scream yet, but I could arch for him. His finger slowly moved across my soaked panties, from the entrance of my pussy up to my clit once and that was it. He didn't take off my panties, nor did he move back up to kiss me.

He stepped backwards, leaving me to burn in my desire. I squeezed my legs tightly, in a bid to tell my poor pussy to forget about this whole game.

I was breathing heavily, waiting to see what he was doing.

“What?” My voice finally broke in frustration.

“I'm giving you a chance to rethink this. Do you still think you won't scream my name?”

I rolled my eyes, letting out a bitter laugh. I was sure I had lost already. I could feel it in the way I was quivering and so could he. We were both waiting for manifestation, but then… a manifestation would mean that I was going to let him win. Again.

I couldn't let that happen.

“Try me,” I dared him again.

His smuggish smile disappeared at once and a kind of hunger I've never seen in his eyes took over.

“Fine then. The test has officially begun and I'll know what kind of woman you are when having your pussy wrecked. I do hope you're a screamer, though.”

“There's only one way to find out,” I whispered without tearing my gaze from him.

He stared at my pussy like a predator aiming at its prey. I didn't know what I wanted to prove, but I slowly took off my panties and spread my legs wide apart.

Now, let's see how the contained lion devours his meal. He let out a low growl, before reaching for his belt. I reached for it, shoving his hands away. After unzipping his pants, I pulled his briefs till it hit the ground. Fear gripped me on seeing the size of his dick.

He noticed my hesitation before I could catch myself. Too late. He pushed me to the bed and crawled over me, kissing me all over again except it was nothing like the first time. I easily forgot about his size and the rules of the game. I let my clumsy fingers unbutton his shirt until he was bare.

I moaned as our bodies touched, pulling his neck closer to me so he wouldn't stop kissing me. I felt his dick resting on my clit while his hand massaged my boobs. He trailed down from my lips to my neck and my cleavage. As he did, his dick followed suit, now resting on the entrance of my pussy.

“Ugh,” I arched for him, reached out to him but he wouldn't go in until he trailed down to my belly button. With his index and middle finger, he traced a line from my belly button, then stopped just above my folds. He lowered his body so that he could get a close view before spreading my folds with those fingers.

Without warning he slammed his tongue against my pussy, licking all my juice. He flickered his tongue over my clit in a rapid motion and I held the sheets tightly to stop me from screaming.

When he slid his two fingers into my pussy, I couldn't hold back. I let out a loud moan.

“Please,” I begged desperately.

“Please what?”

“Faster,” I breathed. “Faster, faster, yeahhhh….” I rolled my eyes and arched my back simultaneously. “Uh-huhh… fuck! Yesssss!”

I felt a knot tightening in my stomach and I curled my toes in response.

“Pleaseeeeee… Don't. Stoppp… ughh—”

He stopped.

He replaced his fingers with his dick without warning and pushed his body over mine. I couldn't get over the pace at which he was thrusted into my hole nor could I get used to the intoxicating scent of his hair. I gripped a hand full of them tightly as he sped up, pushing in and out of me like some god of pussies.

I bit his shoulder, while wrapping my legs tightly around his waist.

“Ugh,” he hissed, accompanied by a low growl.

The sounds he made easily put me over the edge as he went faster and faster. I couldn't make a sound else it would be over for me, so I dug my nails into his back with all my strength and bit his shoulder even harder.

As he went, the knot tightened itself even more, and I squeezed my pussy as tight as I could until my gaze turned blurry and we both exploded.

I panted heavily as he collapsed his whole weight beside me.

Even though he was no longer inside me, my pussy still throbbed rapidly. My whole body was numb. Still, I wanted to mock him for falling this time. He was already seated and no longer lying next to me.

As I turned to his back facing me, what caught my eyes made me freeze.

“What have I done?” My eyes went wide as I stared at his back, panic surging through me.

The air suddenly became too thick and when he finally registered my panic, he reached for his back only for his hand to be stained with his own blood.

“I-I'm sorry,” I almost sobbed, jumping out of the bed to kneel in front of him. “I didn't mean to hurt… I wanted… I thought…” I sighed over the million words running through my mind at once. “I'm sorry.”