HIS SEX SLAVE? (вoyхвoy) [ON HOLD]

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[ALAN'S POV]

"You want to know what I want to do now?" he whispers, as I shiver.

I bite my lip trying hard not to moan or shiver. Why am I so freaking weak when I'm around him? Just why? I feel his hand tracing my face. I start panting, as his touch sends weird electric shocks, threw my body. Then he lowers his hand down my neck, to my chest, and I stop him when he was about to reach my pants.

"Don't." I warn him. He smirks, looking up at me.

"Did I tell you if you should take my hand away?" he asked.

"No, but-" I get cut off.

"But nothing! You do as I say alright?"

"I'm not gonna do as you say!"

He glares at me, then pins me roughly on the bed. Woah damn! I didn't mean to make this son of a bitch mad. Shit! I try taking his hands away from mine.

"Let me go bitch!" I yell.

"No." he smirks and kisses my nose.

I swear he sometimes acts like a girl. What should I do? Well the flirting kinda worked, but he said that I have to "work" on it better. Bitch. How I hate him, but kinda love him at the same time. Wait. . .what? Oh shit! I did not just say that. I try getting out of his grip.

"What do you want from me?" I ask.

"You." he smirks.

My heart skips a beat. Did he just say he wants me? Weird. I feel him brush his lip with mine and I automatically bite it. I suddenly giggle. What the fuck is wrong with me!? I feel so freaking save with him, but why? He suddenly kisses me and I kiss back. . .