Spoilt By The Badboy

Nine 🌊🦋💫

~Iris~

I never really thought that he would be on my case this way. Harold was the type to get any girl within a second, so what was the point of chasing after a lost cause!

First, I assumed that Stephanie would be able to steal all the attention from him but apparently, she wasn't doing a good job at it.

"Harold, open this door this instant!" I commanded.

Being in an enclosed space with him meant a lot of possibilities and I hated that my mind was already playing the dirtiest things that he could do to me.

"You're a virgin, Iris. Keep your hormones in check." I cautioned myself.

Still not fulfilling my request, he inched closer to me, his minty breath fanning my skin, "And if I say no, what will you do about it?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, clenching my fist before staring down at his pant, "I'll kick in the balls and I'm not joking."

He didn't back away, instead he chuckled, "Are those tiny legs capable of doing so?" "Yes, they are and you definitely do not want to find out." I barked.

"If I were you, I would keep it down," he warned me. "We haven't reached the point where your screams will be needed."

In realization, a gasp escaped me and he laughed, seeing my reaction.

"That is never going to happen." I made it clear despite the fact that I wasn't sure if I would be able to hold it back for longer.

If he made another sick move towards me, I might falter, not because I was cheap or anything.

I just needed to release the tension that I has been lingering and he seemed like he had an A game in this.

Yes, I was contradicting myself but blame it on ovulation and this handsome devil standing right in front of me.

"Don't you want happy endings?"

"You're not a masseuse or a gigolo." I fired.
"So, you do know the meaning of that? You're not as innocent as you appear, you know."

Of course, I wasn't. Everybody including my best friend had this belief that I was this golden girl but I was far from that.

I only needed someone that wouldn't judge me for being a hypocrite. If my parents got to find out then I would be in trouble.

It was one of the reasons that I had to cut someone off because I couldn't afford my secret to come out into the open for a mistake I made.

"Maybe, maybe not." I shrugged. "It's left for you to find out." What the heck was I doing?!

My knees couldn't stand the ache but I had to control myself from giving into my darkest desire.

How could I explain ? That despite the several warnings of my parents, I hid behind closed doors and pleased myself to the fullest.

Twitter and Snapchat were my go-to and it became so bad that I would sometime day dream of him fucking me till the point when I was sore.

"And if you aren't the good girl that I thought you were?"

"Then, punish me." I whispered, biting my lips as I stared at his.

It just had to be the alcohol speaking but I would never utter such with a sane mind.

His eyes widened, just for a split second, registering the change in me. His hand trailed down my skin, and he pulled me closer, taking in my scent as if he were savoring a fine wine.

As he held me close, I could feel the heat of his body, and I could sense the tension in his muscles.

I knew that he was struggling to maintain control, as if he was having a second thought to the game he started but I didn't care. I wanted him to give in to his desires, to let the beast within him take over.