I Won't Last

Vanessa's POV

“We, we…” I stammered, fighting the hotness that was heating inside of me. He was this close to me, and just last night, I had grinded into him and he fingered me to tears.

“Go on, tell me. Let's see if I'll remember.” He kept urging me to say something, his hot breath kept fanning my neck, and my legs were weakening like jelly. It felt like the air retreated in fear and with every dragged breath from my poor lungs, I was revealing my hunger for him, even though I knew who he was now.

“Carmen please, please step away from me.” I begged, biting back a moan as his hot breath continued to sedate me. I couldn't believe this was happening. I almost rolled my eyes to the back.

“But you don't want me to, do you?” In an instant, he peeled me off the wall and pulled me towards him, hard. He used a knee to spread my legs so he would gain access. Immediately, I felt his raging hard-on.

“See that? You're not the only one that is affected. You've grown so well. I didn't even recognize you.”

I couldn't even say anything else. My breath hitched and I knew that if I tried to, I would bubble up incoherent things. He rubbed his hard-on against me and in a split second, he spun me around, bent me over and pressed his hard-on against my dress, middle of my ass cheeks. It felt just like last night and my raging, soft breaths and whimpers did nothing to hide it.

“You have no idea, Princess.”

I panted breathlessly.

It made no sense that I didn't want to get out of the situation. After a couple of seconds in that position, he raised me back up, took both hands and lifted them over my head, before slamming me softly against the wall again.

He was dangerously close, and I felt his warm tongue and teeth lick and nibble on my earlobe before he spoke.

“You've been going around telling everyone how I hurt you for years, just because I rejected you. No one else knows about what really happened but Princess, you were thirteen. You were too young for me. Why are you still fighting me?”

Shit.

So he knew that I had been consistently hating on him for years? He still knew the reason?

“Tell me you want me to fuck you. I won't reject you this time.” He kissed my neck softly, and I felt his hands haul up my dress and drag down the waistband of my thong. He didn't even do anything else, but it was so stimulating that I lost it.

“Yes please, please Carmen. Fuck me, please I beg you.” I cried out. He was killing me. It was either that or death, and I needed him in me like I needed air.

It felt like betrayal the second he let go of me and walked away, a curse under his breath in the distance. He pushed me away so suddenly like it was on impulse.

My eyes widened in astonishment as I turned back, looking completely disoriented.

“Carmen!”

I yelled back, almost tempted to run after him and pin him to the ground.

“Your room is the first room to your right upstairs. You need to relax first so we can have a proper discussion.” His voice was anything but relaxed. He was also struggling to keep his hands to himself.

“Are you serious right now? I don't want a freaking discussion! You know what I fucking want right now!”

“When you remember how much you hate me, you'll thank me for not fucking you again.”

“That's right! I hate you!” I spat as he left my sight. I was so enraged that he would dare to trick and tease me like that!

I dragged my suitcase so noisily, so he could feel or at least hear the extent of my anger. My heart was beating so fast. I needed to relax. I needed a distraction, but nothing was forthcoming. He was so fucking hot and I wasn't thinking.

Upon getting to the room, I couldn't even take time to admire it before hastily reaching for my vibrator so I could pleasure myself. It had never been this bad, ever.

When I finally made myself come, I relaxed and went over everything that just happened.

That's when I realized how weak and stupid I was. I should be fucking embarrassed.

Yes I hate him, and I'll forever hate him. Now that my head is above water, I will never let him touch or make me weak again.

I made that resolution as I walked into the washroom to clean after myself.

Finally out of my haze, I took in the beauty of my room.

It looked so, wow. It looked like something I would put together myself if I could afford it. Everything was just how I liked it and it looked like he took his time to decorate. It suited me. He was annoying, but seeing my room warmed my heart.

Even my bed was clearly befitting for a queen. I regretted my actions instantly. He was obviously a sex god and all, but at least he was accommodating.

I immediately crashed on my comfortable queen sized bed and got my well deserved sleep.

I came out hours later to see that he was making dinner, and he was shirtless.

“You can stare openly, you know.” He smirked, and it startled me because I didn't realize how long he knew that I had been practically drooling as I eyed him.

“You hungry? I made dinner.” This time, he turned around and our eyes locked, so I looked away and came out of where I stood.

I rolled my eyes as I reluctantly slipped into a stool. I was starving!

“Why would you do that? You can have tons of maids that would be willing to do that for you.” I couldn't understand why a guy like him would cook for himself or even live alone in such a huge house. He wasn't this rich when we were younger, or maybe I had no idea?

“I like my privacy, and I would like you to be comfortable too. I let the few I had go when your mom told me about your arrangement.”

“Yeah, my mom.” I felt bad about making those people lose their jobs. The guilt literally tried to choke my neck but his next question threw me off.

“What were you doing at a strip club, Vanessa?” His eyes bored into mine, lust lurking somewhere underneath. He looked at me like he wanted to peel my clothes off me and pin me to the wall again.

A stupid blush crept up my cheeks in response so I immediately slapped it away.

“Let's not talk about that.” I responded shyly.

“Hmm, If I had known it was you last night, it would've still happened anyway.”

“What?” I couldn't believe my ears. He didn't regret or dread what happened?

“When you asked me out when we were younger, I felt nothing for you but I thought it was cute. Now look at you, so full,”

His eyes fell on my breasts so shamelessly.

“You're dangerously hot now and you know how to tease a man.”

“Uhm, thanks?” I shrugged my shoulders like his compliments weren't going straight to my hungry vagina.

“I'm still going to take what I want from you, Nessa. I'm just giving you a chance to relax first.”

I lifted my face to glare at him and caught the way he licked his lips. He didn't budge.

“You're not going to stay here, seduce me with that body everyday and expect me not to drag you to my bed one day. We better start now. I know you want this too.”

I looked away and bit back a smile that threatened to surface. I couldn't stop my cheeks from getting all flushed but I came back to my senses.

“You're right but too bad, I won't let you touch me, not after the stunt you pulled this afternoon. I'll never let it happen again.”

“We'll see about that.” His teasing smile was so beautiful. No wonder I had such a terrible crush on him back then. He was easily the most handsome man I have ever seen, too bad what we have is over, or is it?

“Here, dinner.” He passed me a plate of mouthwatering pasta and salmon. He walked past me, winked at me and ran a hand over my back before he headed upstairs.

I practically melted.

I won't last with this man. I won't.

I abandoned my food and followed him.