Being Truthful

"No, I can't say," she mumbles and tries to get up, but I move faster than her and I grab her arm to keep her in place, "Fidel, stop. It has nothing to do with you."

"So what, you want another man?" I ask, pulling her harder until she falls on top of me. Daisy tries to get up, but I don't let her. I flip us until I'm on top of her, "Is that it? You know I'll find him, too."

"No, Fidel," she says, trying to push me away, "Stop. Please, get away from me."

"Not until you tell me what you're hiding from me," I demand, slipping a leg in between hers. I can hear how fast her heart starts beating and I can smell her scent getting thick with arousal. I think she liked being manhandled like that, "I'm not fucking asking, Daisy, I'm ordering you to tell me."

"Well, now I want to tell you even less," she snaps, closing her eyes and moving her head to the side, "I'm disappearing inside my mind again."

"No. Stop that, stop doing that," I growl and grab her face to force her to look back at me, "Co