Dakota moves closer to me like a predator closing on to its prey.

I feel a knot forming in my stomach as he steps closer, trapping me against the counter. I know I am in a biggg trouble, but I refuse to show any puny weakness as I hold his murderous gaze like the brave princess I a-

"Ahhh!"

Dakota grabs me by my hair and pulls me closer to him with a jerk. My lungs take a loud gasp and my eyes widen as he lowers his wolfish face to my scared rabbit one.

"Scalp."

He says looking deep into my eyes while his fingers tighten around my hair. My heart thunders in my chest as he leans into me and speaks in a low rumbling voice.

"Ears."

His sensual lips brush against my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. I feel breathless under his dark presence, like he is sucking air from my body.

His hot breath fans below my ear, causing goosebumps to appear along the side of my neckline as he draws his lips slowly down, like painting my neck with his mouth.

"Neck."

I stay still, with my chest rising and falling at the speed a horse races as he moves his hand, tracing a path from my neck to my breast.

I bite my lips as he slides his thumb inside the hem of apron and brushes over my erect bud, sending a jolt of electric current through my body.

"Nipples."

He speaks in a seductive whisper as he rolls his thumb around the areola of my hard nipple, causing me to moan softly.

Dakota stares at my face as it gets redden with rush of blood, making me look like a fire truck on fire. I clench my thighs as a wave of sensational hits me and a knowing smirk spreads across his face as he notices my reaction.

Instantly, he releases his grip on my hair and his fingers slide down to the base of my neck. A shiver runs down my spine as he takes a hold of my nape and forces me to meet his toxic gaze.

My eyes harden at him. He can clearly see hatred in my eyes for him, but he can also see my body language, which speaks to him in a million different ways.

My heart beats erratically as he draws his hand along the curve of my breast, then further down to my ribs.

"Waist."

Butterflies erupt in my belly under his sensual touch as his knuckles softly graze the curve of my waist, like admiring feathers of a bird.

I shiver at the sensation of his touch as his fingers trail down my body like a cool drop of water. His touch feels so sensual, yet I can't ignore the heat in eyes.

"Thighs."

My breath hikes as his warm palm gives a squeeze on the meaty part of my leg, like showing his dominance, his possession over me.

"Inner thighs."

He whispers in my ear as he slides his hand between my inner thighs, and gently spreads them apart with a sweet force.

My heart pounds with anticipation as he raises his hand to the spot that's throbbing the most. I bite down on my lip as his fingers make contact with my burning sex. 

"Clit."

My breath comes in short gasps and I feel my body reacting to his devilish touch. I feel a sudden surge of desire coursing down my body the more he stares at me while playing with my clit.

Green eyes pin me down while he gently massages my sex with his fingers. And at this moment, I realize how powerless I am to even resist him.

Dakota knows exactly where to touch me, how to send me over the edge, make me moan and lose control by just his fingers.

"And the G-spot."

As he whispers huskily in my ear, I feel a bolt of current shooting through my veins as I find him opening my sensual lips and dipping a finger inside me.

I couldn't help but gasp as he sets me at the mercy of his touch. His eyes lock onto mine and a grin spreads over his lips as he gently strokes my G-spot, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body.

I moan softly at his touch which is erotic and right on the spot, like an expert in his craft. It's as if he knows my body better than I do, pressing every sensual button and making my knees wobble weakly.

"But do you know what is my favorite spot?"

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as the grin on his wolfish face updates into a malicious one. I feel breathless as he leans into me, excitement oozes from him like fragrance as he whispers darkly in my ear.

"The A-spot."

My eyes widen as he suddenly withdraws his finger, coated in my juices and curve up to my rear.

"Ah!" A gasp escapes my lips as I feel him pushing his finger into my other hole with sweet, gentle strokes. My heart thunders in my ribcage as I take quick, erratic breaths with all the sensations running around his finger as he slowly begins to push in and out.

Dakota smirks looking at my blushed face and leans in to whisper, "Baby, you look so beautiful with my finger in your ass."

Shame colour my cheeks and I moan softly as he pushes his finger deeper and a weird sensation tickles me in a way I have never experienced before.

My toes curl in pleasure and I try to suppress the unfamiliar, overwhelming feeling building up inside me. However, it only intensifies as he continues to finger me with his expert strokes.

"Now be a good whore and bend over the counter." He whispers huskily in my ear as he pulls out, giving my ass a squeeze.

Suddenly, all the sensations evaporate like steam as I hear that degrading word 'Whore' again. The word cuts me deeply, hitting that one sensitive spot that he shouldn't have touched.

Anger shoots through my veins like fireworks and I clench my fists, trying to control the rage boiling inside of me. But the memories of past humiliations make it impossible to stay calm.

I lift my gaze at the man I hate from the bottom of my heart and spat at him in anger. "Go fucking tell that to your mother.. If you even know who she is!"

Dakota's face hardens like a marble and it is my time to smirk at him. "So you don't even know her. Of course, except her name, Dakota." I chuckle darkly.

The black in his eyes darkens like a storm gathering force as he glares at me with a look that would make even demons tremble in fear.

"Emara!" A dark warning leaves his lips, almost menacing as himself.

But it only fuels my anger, and I stay on my ground, refuse to be silenced by his attempt to intimidate me by his scary demeanor.

"No!" I snap, slapping his hand away from my body. "I won't shut up just because your fragile ego is bruised. You don't owe me or my ass."

I hear his jaw clench, which sounds similar to breaking a stone. It seems like I have touched a spot in him which causes a raw energy to reverberate through him, fighting to break free.

His aura transforms into an unpredictable danger, like an animal does to scare off others from its territory. But those tricks won't work on me.

"I am not scared of you, Mr. Black. Not anymore." I fiercely stare back into his eyes which are roiling of storms.

"What worse you can do, huh? Fuck me hard and call me a whore!" I laugh bitterly at him, while I feel a deep pain pulsating in my heart, for all those times I let him treat me like a slut.

"You keep calling me a whore when in reality, your mom was the really whore. She slept with a married man and had you. Now look, who is the son of a whore." I scoff.

"Not me. It's you, Mr. Black." My voice is filled with venom as I spat at him.

I lift my finger and point at his chest as hurt pools out of me in the form of words. "You are the pathetic son of a woman who sleeps around with me-"

Suddenly I am pulled so harshly that I almost fall by my face if he hadn't held me. My heart thunders in my chest painstakingly as he drags me on his shining floor all the way up to the stairs.

Gradually, it dawns on me that I have gravely underestimated him. This monstrous of a man is capable of doing unspeakable horrors and no one could stand in his way of destructions if he sets his psycho mind on it.

And right now he is dragging me with a force, filled with so much anger and hatred that I fear I may never see sunlight again under his darkness.

"Dakota! Stop. Ah!" I shriek in terror.

"You wanna act like a bitch, huh? Then I'll make you my bitch." Dakota snarls, before roughly throwing me on to the bed.

My heart jumps at the speed of a panic attack as I watch him walk over to the corner of the room and pulling out something from the drawer. My eyes widen as I realize it is not a box of condom, but something else.

A sense of fear washes over me as he strides towards me with a maddening look that shakes the last bit of bravery inside me.

"ON FOUR!"

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