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whatever you say, darling - chap 11

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"ohhh did I?" I laugh, as he gently grabs my legs, pulling me closer to him.

"Remember what I said not to let him do?" He questions,

I smile lowly.

Of course I remember

"I mean I don't know what happened but it sure sounded like let him. You were enjoying it" He locks his green eyes with mine.

"Maybe I was enjoying it" I shoot him a cocky smile.

"Ya know, I don't have to listen to shit, I hate you and anything that's associated with you" I add, watching him get frustrated.

"y/n why do you have to be so difficult?" He lets out a quiet laugh, laying his back down on the bed.

"I'm not, I just don't fucking like you" I blurt out.

"You do" he adds with that stupid smile.

"Why do you care so much?" I bluntly reply, laughing a bit.

He pulls me onto his lap, I follow.

so i'm straddling him.

He wants me to play his little game again?

So be it.

I don't mind anyway.

I slowly move my hips back and forth against him.

"I don't. But if a man other than me is touching you, I'll make sure you're the last thing he ever touches again." He lets out a shaky laugh as he runs his hand up my inner thigh,

making me quietly whimper.

His touch made me weak.

"I still don't fucking like you" I manage to get out.

That wasn't true,

but

They always say,

deny deny deny.

He grabs my waist and lightly flips me over, so that he's now on top of me.

"Your body tells me otherwise love" He whispers into my ear, followed by a warm breath.

"you fucking wish" i add lowly.

"oh? do I now?" He grins, moving his face closer so our lips are brushing together.

They connect, tongues dancing together in our mouths once again.

My hands wrapping around the back of his neck.

He trails his hand up underneath my dress, to my stomach.

His cold hand catches me by surprise,

making me let out a soft moan, it vibrates in our mouths.

He smiles into the kiss.