"On the bed, Emara."

My heart thumps heavily as I look at Dakota. His soft expressions are all gone, along with his t-shirt as he drags it up over his head.

Ripples of muscles uncover underneath the cloth, and my stomach swirls warmly. I have seen him shirtless before, but never from this close.

I gulp. My fingers tighten around the knot of my towel as I feel an itch to touch his mighty Thor abs, which are deliciously decorated one after the other, and end up disappearing inside his track pants.

"Let go off that towel and get on the bed." Dakota orders me as he tosses his tee aside.

His words go up and down my spine, sending chills all over my body as he lowers his track and stands in just his brief.

He looks identical to the statues of god in the museum. His shoulders appear firm and are beautifully sculpted with the hours of workout he does every day.

I suddenly feel sexual and ready. I take rapid breaths as if I am running, as if my body is about to break away from me like a wild horse and run towards him.

My fingers loosen on the towel on my chest and it falls down to my feet. Goosebumps follow on my skin along with his eyes as he stares at my naked body.

My nipples harden under his hungry gaze, and I feel my sex pooling with wetness. I wish I could blame the ice.

Dakota takes a step away from me and towards the drawer as he pulls out a wrapper, all while keeping his eyes on me like an animal.

I hum with redness as he steps out of his brief and I get to see his cock in its full glory.

Hard. Thick. And dangerously erect.

Dakota rolls a condom on his fully raised beast and I feel my heart thrumming inside my ribs. It is scared, and nervously excited.

He takes a step towards me and I couldn't stop thinking how gorgeous this man is. He moves like he comprises of art and poetry. He himself is an abstraction of abstract.

"Lie on the bed, Emara."

His deep voice reaches to me and I feel drugged to follow his command.

I feel surrendering to his dominance, to his intimidation as I lie on the bed willfully.

My knees spread a little on their own as if my senses have submitted to him and acknowledged him as their owner.

Dakota lowers down to me, his hips spreads my thighs wider as he gets in between them. My hands itch to touch his marble chest and they raise to his-

"What are you doing?" Dakota clutches on to my wrists before they even touch his body.

"Touching you." A whisper spills out of my lips and I witness his eyes narrowing down on me as if I insulted him.

"Emara. You are not touching me. Today or ever."

Strong fingers grab my hands and place them firmly above my head. "We are just going to fuck, like I want. With minimal contact and maximum fucking." His voice sharp like a honed glass and I find my heart thrashing at his words. 

I swallow down a lump of sob which crawls up my throat as I stare into those unemotional, barbaric eyes.

I don't know what wrong I did, he was so nice to me a few minutes ago and now, it seems like he is a complete different person whose only goal is to take revenge sex from me.

"Now spread your legs wider, or it will hurt you more."

My eyes widen at his statement and I couldn't believe what I just heard. Foolish of me to assume last night was just a burst of his sudden angry emotions, but it was not adventitious.

This is him.

A heartless robot, whose only desire is to get vengeance by fucking a girl who sent him to jail. This is his pay back.

With a hand under my thigh, he brings my knee close to my breast, locking me in a position where I can't move and he has all the free will to do anything with me.

His eyes look down at my sex and heat spreads through me like sonic waves. I hate how much effect he has on me, with just his gaze.

Dakota drives his penis inside me with no warnings and with a force so sudden that my whole body jerks with intrusion. "Ahhh!" This is the second time he did it and this is the second day with no foreplay, or even a kiss.

I whimper with my hands clutched above my head as he draws his cock back and pilots deep into me, pushing my vagina to its extend as if making a tunnel to fuck my mind.

Ahhh-Uhh!

My breast jerks in the air with his every thrust and he grunts, going faster in me as if the view drives him crazy.

Dakota palms my belly and slowly slides his fingers up to my heaving chest. I groan as his hand cups my breast so gently that it doesn't even match with the speed he was thrusting into me.

'You are never touching me.'

His voice echoes in my mind and a sob breaks out of me. "Why me?" I blink my wet eyes at him. "When you can get any girl to be your fucking play thing, then why are you forcing me?"

Dakota looks at me soberly. His hips slow down to a rhythm, which makes me feel my very muscle clutching on to his cock possessively.

His hand travels up and I gasp as he curls his finger around my throat and makes me look at him.

"There is no one else I want, Emara." He says, looking darkly into my teary eyes.

I take deep breaths as his fingers tighten on my neck while he pushes into me steadily saying, "There is no one else who fucked with me."

"And there is no one else I wanna fuck with." He whispers deeply, choking me and slow fucking me at the same time.

A sob breaks in my throat, causing me to moan and cry. It feels like he is fucking my heart than actually fucking me.

Dakota leans to my face. "I only want you." His voice turns husky as he brings his lips to my wet cheeks and whispers, "And your tears."

I flinch as I feel his tongue burning on my cheeks. "Delicious." He smirks sadistically after licking my tears.

I hated it.

I promised myself that I won't cry in front of him and here I am polling in my tears.

Dakota is the absolute worst person for whom I should develop any sort of emotional feelings. And yet, here they are.

A part of me wants to slap and curse him for what he is doing to me and another part of me wants to run my fingers through his dark hair and feel his rough beard, kiss his soft lips and lick the veins on his neck.

But I hate him. I want to hate him.

I sob uncontrollably. I feel like I am stuck on a rollercoaster of theme: Emotions, with no seatbelts on.

"Don't worry, I'll let you come today." Dakota purrs looking at me.

And I start to worry as his hips thrusts above mine, slapping into me hard as he picks up his pace, all while grunting deeply in my ear, "If you beg me nicely like a whore."

I shake my head.

But in contrast to my outside, my insides are thrashing like waves crash on rocks. I couldn't understand why I cannot hate despite his cruelty.

"Beg me to come, Emara."

I try to keep my anger alive in me but the way he is rubbing and pressuring on my clit, I can't. I feel a tightness in my stomach as he licks his lips and whispers in his deep voice, "I know you want to come, baby. Since yesterday."

I moan, clenching on his thrusting cock and he grunts, gripping his hand around my throat. "And I'll make you come like you have never been cummed."

"Please." I cry at his words.

"Yes! Beg me, baby." He cheers me with a grin.

Like sand, I could see my dignity slipping away from my fists and I sob.

"Beg like you want me."

I want you.

I so want you.

"Dakota.." I moan as he thrusts slow in me when I want him to go fast.

"Dakota, please. I want to come." My sex clenches around him, getting wetter on him as my body shudders for a release, but he suddenly stops moving in me.

The cruel king of manipulative ways looks down at my yearning body and smirks saying, "Beg like my whore."

A wicked thrill gushes through my body as I realize how totally he possesses me. My mind, my body, and my soul. He has all my reins in his one hand while he sensually touches me with another.

"Please, fuck me." I scream, dropping my grace.

Dakota smirks as he makes me scream like his whore, like he always wanted me to be. A dirty little slut for him.

In an instance, he pulls out of me and suddenly, I feel empty and depressed of him.

He flips me on the bed like the omelette he flipped in pan and I fall with my stomach on the mattress.

"On four." He tells me while desperately flexing my ass in his grasp. I gasp as he drives into me again without any warning.

"Ahhh!" A moan hisses out of my lips as begins to pound immediately. His hand comes to my sex and I feel rough fingers rubbing on my clit.

Oh my fucking god!

My eyes roll back as I feel him deep within me, touching my sensual spot and I arch my ass back instinctively like a bitch in heat.

Dakota grunts wildly and puts more pressure on my throbbing clit. I dither like a fish under him, desperate to fall into the water of ecstasy.

"Come, baby." He groans in my ear and pounds faster.

And that was my undone!

My fingers claw the bedsheet and I cry, feeling like to burst into million stars.

"Yes! Come on my cock." He growls, holding my quivering hips as bliss in the form of pleasure shoots through my body.

I could feel galaxies fucking me and stars spasming out of me. I feel like I travelled into another dimension where nothing else matters than happiness and unicorns.

With a low, pussy-quenching growl, Dakota comes right after moaning my name.

I lie breathlessly under his hot sweating body. I have never been a victim of such an intense passion, and I am afraid I might pass out from pure pleasure.

The orgasm was so good, I feel like to pay him for his services.

But I didn't realize I was broke. And it didn't even matter at the moment.

When the cloud of lust clears out, my mind comes down from the happy rainbow slide and I blink at the stale reality.

Dakota rolls off me and stands up. He discards the condom and begins wearing his clothes back.

Is he leaving?

A feeling of melancholy prevails in me as the drug of orgasm sinks and I am forced to watch him walk away from my body and far away from my soul.

My insides want to crawl out and hug him so tightly that we merge into one.

Except, I can't touch him.

Having a body satisfaction without any emotional needs, feels so empty. I want to touch him badly. I want to feel his hard muscles under my fingers and kiss him like he has never been kissed.

I don't like this distance he created between us.

"You are going?" I ask him, almost like a beg to stay with me for a while. Even a minute would feel like a bliss in his arms.

"I am sleepy." Dakota says wearingly, and my heart clenches painfully in return.

"You can sleep here." I bite my lip in anticipation.

Dakota tilts his head and I feel the hope of wings flapping in my chest.

Please. Stay.

"Good night." He says before walking away quietly. 

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