I nod, even though I know I shouldn’t. Not when he’s looking at me that way, as if a sadistic idea has just crossed his mind.
Lex gets up, reaches into a drawer, and pulls out my black underwear. He stares at me as he sits down, unzips his jeans, and tugs his cock from the spread wings of denim. A smirk crosses his face. As menacing as it is, it’s wickedly attractive.
His eyes never leave my face as he strokes himself, slow and intentional. Saliva gathers under my tongue at the sight of him, but I force myself to remain stoic. Even so, he’s noticed the subtle nibble of my lip, because his movements grow rougher and more determined.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks.
I want to shake my head and tell him no, but I’m frozen. I force my body to obey me enough to sit in the stiff, squeaky chair facing the bed. The TV show flashes across my peripheral vision as I watch him.
My eyes rove over the huge cords of muscles from his shoulders to his biceps, which flex with every stroke.
“Do you know what I like, rabbit? When it’s not a no from you, it’s a yes. Shit, even when it’s a no, it’s stillmyyes.” He brings my panties to the head of his cock. He drops his head back and groans as he comes in my underwear, saturating the thin fabric. “We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I.” Lex smirks as he tosses the panties onto my lap. “Well, put them on.”
I shake my head before he even finishes his sentence. Absolutely not. I willnotput his come against my skin. “I’m not wearing those,” I say, as firmly as I can muster.
“Ah, no, that’s not how this works. You wanted your goddamn underwear so bad. Put them on.” His smirk tightens. “I’m not asking you again.” The way his jaw tenses and pulses, I know I have no choice.
He’s forcing me to take what I wanted in the first place.
I swallow and stand up, taking the panties to the bathroom because I refuse to change in front of him. I can’t.
I wipe off some of his come, but the wetness is too embedded in the fabric. When I slip them on, I feel his warmth against my skin. It makes me shiver. When I return to the bedroom, his eyebrow lifts as he tucks his spent cock away.
“Show me that you’re wearing them,” he says.
I hook the front of my leggings and lower them enough to expose the black silk. Satisfied, he relaxes and starts watching TV again.
When I sit down, the damp area is more noticeable. It’s become a bit cold. As hard as I try, I can’t ignore his pleasure against me. I cross my legs and cut my gaze to the stained carpet at my feet, trying to talk down the throbbing ache he’s caused. Several cigarette burns surround the stain. The place is a dump, and it’s easy to get lost in the mess of it. But even then,hismess in my panties still stays the center of my focus.
Lex’s presence haunts me from across the room, and my eyes ride up to him once more, taking in every contradiction that makes him somehow attractive and disgusting at the same time. The stubble on his chin looks rough, but it still works with his otherwise sweet features. He only looks as mean as he does because he never smiles from joy. He smiles to get his way because he’s a manipulator. His voice is so low and sexy, but it only masks the threats woven through his words. He isn’t nice or kind. He’s a bad fucking person, and he’s forcing me to wear him.
Lex brushes a hand through his thick hair as he lets out a breathy laugh and stares at the TV. “I don’t like when you stare at me,” he says without looking away from the television.
“I don’t like to wear your come,” I mumble under my breath.
He puts on a smile and motions me to him. I keep myself planted in the horrible motel chair.
“Now,” he commands. He has a voice he uses when I have no choice but to listen, and that word drips with his demand. I stand up and go to his side, and he rubs his hand between my legs and bites his lip. “Oh, bunny, you’re going to wear those panties to sleep and then they aren’t coming with us.” He grazes my slit. “How does my come feel?” he growls as he fists my hair and draws me to his mouth. His lips stay far enough away from mine to accomplish little more than pissing me off. My dark hair in his grasp is still wet, and drops of cold water fall down my shoulders and make me shiver.
“It makes me feel gross.”
“Get used to how I feel, because I can’t wait to see you covered in my come, sweet bunny.”
“We aren’t doing more,” I say, pushing my hands against his chest.
Lex growls—a carnal sound that makes me weak. “I love how you think I won’t end up inside you. I may have to tear you apart to get there, but I will get inside. Tonight, I’ll leave your vulnerable little underbelly alone. But soon, nothing will keep me from ripping you wide open.”
He releases his grasp on my hair and pulls his hand from between my legs. He pats the vacant side of the bed. The swirl of arousal I feel leaves me more confused than ever.
He lifts the blanket and stares at me, but I shake my head. There’s another bed this time. I don’t need to sleep with him. I get up and lift the blanket on the other bed before climbing into it. When I turn over, I hear rustling, then the whoosh of cold air as the blanket lifts away from me. His warmth engulfs me as he gets into bed and lies on his back behind me.
“If you don’t want to come to me, I’ll come to you. I don’t trust you. You might try to scurry away again, little bunny.”
I won’t run off, even though everything in my body tells me I should, especially the wetness between my legs.
Not only his, but mine, too.
ChapterSix