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I angrily said. "No, it should sink into yours that I get what I want," he whispered seductively in my ear and that stupid spark ran through my body. The tingles continued as he massaged any scalp, it was soothing. Does he want me? If he thinks he can get me then he's crazy. Nothing is ever going to happen between us.

It made me sweaty and aroused, despite wanting to hate this man I couldn't because there is something about him I can't pinpoint what it is exactly. But it speaks to me and I find myself wanting more. How far will he go to own me?

But one thing he was sure of: he wanted me. He wanted me to be his mistress, to share his bed, and he was even willing to pay me millions to have me. I swallowed hard under his gaze. Did he want me *that* much? I didn’t know what to say… There were so many things I wanted to tell him. I wanted to ask so many questions, to say he was making me angry, that he couldn’t want me *that* much. I wanted to tell him sex wasn’t everything. What was so hard about being a romantic guy who’d fall for me so we could be together forever, like in those soap opera scenes?

He moved to settle his c0ck in deeper, filling every nook inside me. "Shiit," he cursed with a grunt. His fangs lengthened. I couldn't move. There was no room. The discomfort merged with the pleasure and power that I felt. He looked like a wild beast even though he was in human form and fully clothed. I was doing this to him, making him feel this way. I wanted to hold on to this power. But how? How did I make him want more? Make him beg for more. I needed to get him to come back. Again and again.

I feel so hurt that he doesn't want me but then he wants me, "l would stake my life for you just to hear you tell me that you want me." "What did you do that for?” He asked me about the topic of his drink and I gave him my sincere answer. "Because l love you and l want you to be mine.” "What?” I could hear how low his voice was in his throat. "I knew you'd act this way so l choose this for you. l poisoned your drink but don’t worry it's not that kind of poison,” l said, fucking him with my eyes, "It will stimulate your hormones and take control of your body, making you want more than you can get. It will leave you with excessive desires and drive you into pleasure.

My body betrayed me instantly, my nipples tightening. “You think I’m doing this because I’m bored?” he said. “Because I want to feel young again?” “I don’t know what you want.” He stared at me, jaw tense. “I want you.” I swallowed hard. “I want you out of that dead marriage. I want you in my bed. In my life. Not for a weekend. Not for a thrill. For good.” The room tilted slightly. He kept going. “I want you to choose me. Not just in secret. Not in the shadows. I want you to belong to me completely.”

I couldn't throw all that away. He raised his hand and touched my face. His palm was still warm from the shift, his thumb brushing my cheek like he didn’t trust himself to press harder. “I’m not asking for too much,” he murmured. “Just… want me. Even if it’s a lie. Act it. Fake it. Just for once in my fucking life, I want to feel wanted. Not obeyed. Not feared. Wanted.” His voice cracked on that last word.

The fool continued. “I want you. I want you so bad, I feel like I am going to lose it,” He whispered again. Why is he making this hard?!

he insisted. “Punish me, Casper?” I asked, indignant. “Do you think I would use you to punish myself? I just want to feel it. I don't know if it's a fetish or something, but it's something I want to happen. So please give me what I want,” I asked, angry. Despite the difficulty of convincing him, I was willing to try to make him want it too. There was no valid reason for him not to do it.

He wants me the same way I want him but we are both crazy. “Show me how useful you are then…when you do, I'll let this game end and give you what you want so bad” he leans down to whisper in my ears and I almost cum on the spot at the challenge. It is so on…one of us will bend one way or the other.