Inheritance

Chapter 36

"Wait here, I'm going to take a quick shower. When I come out, I want you to have an answer." He instructed, refusing to leave until I agreed to his terms.

When he saw that my reaction was delayed, he released a chastened huff and wittingly backed away from me. Slowly turning around and untying the robe from his body, he dropped it onto the floor to reveal his very toned, taut ass. My eyes were glued to his naked backside, as he strode towards the bathroom and left the door slightly ajar. 

Just as he turned the corner, I caught a glimpse of the monster swinging between his legs. If my face could turn red from the alarming sight of his endowed member, it would have been the color of a beet.

Once I confirmed the shower was on, I allowed myself to finally breathe again. Sometimes, he was just too damn much. How dare he? Did he honestly think he could simply bat his dazzling eyelashes, then try to seduce me and all would be forgiven. I sat on the arranged bed, allowing my conflicting thoughts to consume my mind for the next ten minutes. 

When I heard the shower head turn off, I nervously glanced at the clock now reading 11:50pm. In just ten minutes, it would officially be a new year. Undoubtedly, my New Year's resolution would encompass leaving behind all the sparing baggage of the last few months. Through communication and forgiveness, I wanted to start afresh with the man of my dreams and build something real. But, for us to move forward, there needed to be a level of transparency on all fronts.

After another five minutes or so, Kendall returned from the bathroom cloaked in only a low hanging pair of loose joggers. "Are you planning to stay in here for the rest of the night?" I asked, noting the way he casually strolled around the room like he owned the place.

"Is that what you want? Or, do you want to go back to the party?" He returned, stopping his pacing to settle in front of me.

"No, I want us to talk. But, I need you to be honest with me, Kendall. Or, this isn't going to work." I truly was tired of all the obstacles that seemed to be standing in our way. Were all relationships supposed to be this hard? If so, I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep fighting to repair the inevitable.

"This isn't going to work, hm?" He mocked, repeating my words as his hand harshly gripped onto my chin.

"Yes, I want to know more about you, Kendall. I need to know about what happened to you after I left the Franks' house. Why are you...the way you are now?" I churned out, but he only proceeded to lower me back onto the bed. There was an accompanying dip on the mattress, before one of his knees locked by my side. 

"Wait! You're going to mess up the bed." I murmured, while he brought his other knee onto the opposite side of my torso so that he was straddling me.

"Fuck the bed. I figure I have a lot of making up to do. Tell me, which part of you is mad at me the most?" He reasoned, his eyes locking onto the low-cut crevice of my breasts. "We can talk in the morning." He promised, his daunting gaze causing me to squirm a bit from my vulnerable position beneath him.

"Stop it." I sidelined, not wanting to fall victim to his sensual allure.

"Is this lingerie?" Ignoring my request, one of his hands began to explore my chest.

"No...it's a body suit." I struggled to explain, as his thumb slightly touched my nipple.

"Why are you dressed like this, huh? Flaunting your body so carelessly to other men, when you know it only belongs to me. How can I make you remember that?" He seductively mused, placing his hands onto either side of the mattress near my head.

"My body doesn't belong to any man." I tried to refute, but said body was betraying me as I twinkled beneath him.

"It's a shame you say that, Sasha. It's even worse that you actually think I fucking believe you. Because this bod—" He began, his face dipping into my bosom and his tongue darting across the sensitive skin. "-is owned by only me." He whispered, now dropping to his elbows and resting his full weight on top of me. I could feel everything, through his sweatpants.

"We should get back to the party...Marco's probably wondering where I am." I huffed, feeling suffocated by his intoxicating stare.

"10...9...." The cheerful sounds of people chanting the New Year's countdown became audible from the opened bedside window.

"Make a wish." Kendall relayed.

"8....7...."

"I'm serious, Kendall. I told Marco I'd get him a drink." I continued, needing to get out of the defenseless position I was currently trapped in.

"6....5...."

"Sasha, just do it." Hesitantly closing my eyes, I made a secret wish.

"4....3...."

"Okay, I did. Now, it's your turn." I echoed, opening my eyes to meet Kendall's darkening abyss.

"2....1...."

"Why would I do that, when I already have everything I've ever wished for right in front of me? Happy New Year, Sasha." 

Kendall kissed my lips with so much passion, causing me to enchantingly fall under his sadistic spell.

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Are y'all enjoying the story or is it getting boring? I really can't tell anymore lol!

~~Chelly😘😘