Aaron liked me. More than friends and—
Before I could scream, someone clamped their hand on my mouth and dragged me out of the silent hallway. Dread filled me when I heard the sharp snip of a door being locked.
What the fuck.
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YOU’RE BIG
MIA
Itried to wriggle away, but they tightened their hold on my waist and panic settled in my brain until he neared enough for me to recognize his touch. His powerful arms and his scent. Pine and soft musk.
“Did he fuck you good, Princess?” James grumbled, the hair on my arms raising at his low tone. He moved, pinning me to the wall with his hips pressed tight against my ass. “Hm?Did he, sweet girl?”
I shivered hearing him coo those words in my ear, his large hands gliding over my stomach to my breasts and wrapping around my neck. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.
“W-What are you doing, James?”
“Tsk.” He pushed deeper, making me moan, and covered my mouth with his hand that was on my neck. “Did he make you moan like that when he fucked you?” His words turned into a rough growl that had me squirming against him. “Hm, my little birthday slut?”
His other hand undid the button and zipper on my shorts, shoving his hand in my panties and rubbing my clit. James chuckled, his sound deep. “Look at you. Your pussy is soaked, Mia.”
I tried to say something, but his hand was muffling my words. In an instant, he turned me around, pinning my back to the wall. My eyes widened, trying to see him through the darkness, but the only light flittered in through the open windows. His dark silhouette loomed over me, pressing against me again, his hand still in my underwear.
“I can’t hear you, Princess,” he mocked, tilting his head.
It was so embarrassing and humiliating. Letting him cover my mouth and rub my clit like that in total darkness while he taunted me. Yet I was so, so turned on, my panties getting wetter by each second.
A moan escaped my lips and my hips moved over his hand, trying to grind against his deft fingers and gain more friction. I yelped through his hand when I felt the sharp sting on my thigh, his hand no longer on my pussy.
I took a sharp breath when his face moved closer, his minty breath caressing my cheek. “I’m going to move my hand, Princess, so don’t utter a word unless I tell you to. Understood?”
I nodded, eyes wide. Alcohol still buzzed through me and it was my birthday. I wasn’t going to do shit unless I wanted to. Not because someone, especially him, asked me to.
As soon as he pulled away his hand, I grabbed his collar and kissed him. He must have been shocked because I was biting his bottom lip and tugging at his hair. It was rough, angry, and passionate. I wanted to show him how much I hated him, yet wanted him. I moaned when he kissed me back, holding the back of my neck and slipping his tongue inside me—
“Mia,” he murmured, moving away, breaking the kiss. “Stop.”
“No, I don’t want to.” I tried to kiss him again, but he stopped me, glaring at me. I could make out his piercing eyes in the dark and his heaving chest and...oh.
He was hard.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re drunk.”
I chuckled and moved my hair over my shoulder. “If I was drunk, I’d have passed out by now. Let me kiss you, James.”
When he didn’t reply or even look at me, I took a step towards him, dropping my voice into a low whisper and trailing my fingers over the dark shirt he wore.
“Let me kiss you, Daddy.”
By the sharp intake of breath, I knew I had him. But I wanted more. It wasmybirthday. Removing all the space between us, I tipped on my toes and kissed his neck, humming and licking it before sucking on his hot skin. The sighs he made were so erotic that I was scratching on his shirt like a needy kitten.
Pulling away, I dropped my knees on the floor and licking my lips. I stared at the bulge in his pants.
“Fuck, Mia,” he grumbled and held my hand before I could touch him. “You don’t have to—”