Unsatisfied

Mariana

He was affected, as much as I felt, but I shouldn't be feeling those things when I was standing in front of an unscrupulous and cold man.

I didn't say anything in response to his words, lest he realizes how much he was affecting me as well, but he didn't seem to be expecting it.

Soon, Ethan turned me onto my back to him, holding my waist firmly and rubbing his body against mine, making me feel the volume forming against me.

"Now you can turn your back on me, Mariana," he said, kissing my neck, in a sensitive region. "But I'll only accept it when it's just the two of us, preferably between four walls.

I understood his reference to the fact that I had turned my back and left him talking to himself a few times during the party that night, and his hand tightened around my waist, which I took as another sign of how upset he was with my attitude.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" he asks in my ear, but soon he is kissing my neck.

I squirm all over with his touches on that region, I couldn't speak anything coherent, but I can't let him perceive that he has some kind of power over me.

I don't want to admit it, but I also felt my heart racing in my chest when I was faced with his predatory gaze and the dangerous expression that made my brain scream a backoff, or you might be crushed by that man's fascination.

I need to be strong and resist that power of seduction and pretend that he arouses nothing in me but repulsion, or I would be lost.

Ethan

I held tightly onto Mariana's waist, kept her back to me, and pressed my body to hers so that I could feel how much she can affect me.

But the fact is that since I kissed her, she hasn't said another word, nor has she shown any reaction to my touch, which was making me uncomfortable because not even an agonized sigh or a gasp had she uttered.

As much as I always had what I wanted, I wouldn't be able to stay with a woman who wasn't enjoying what we were doing, showing that she was on the same wavelength as me, and with Mariana it would be no different.

Even after my direct question about her saying something, Mariana continues with her irritating silence, and I decide to awaken in her the desire for my touch, as intensely as I desired her, and if she remains cold between my arms, as she seemed to be now, I will let her go and go in search of another woman to satiate my desire, after all, a man has instincts that need to be satiated, no matter how much I was desiring her in particular.

"If you prefer it that way, I won't insist anymore," I warn her.

She seems to relax in my embrace, and I take advantage of the moment to lift her hair and continue kissing the area between her neck and shoulders, while my hands roam freely along the sides of her body.

But while she now seemed uglier than before, I burn inside, feeling the desire consume me with her intoxicating smell, and I brought my hands to her small, perky breasts, massaging them without delicacy.

"I want you, Mariana. " I speak, unable to contain myself.

I make her turn in my arms, facing me again, and kiss her with all the desire I had been feeling to do that ever since I looked at her voluptuous lips.

My kiss is hard, at first, because the treasure is my only guide, and when I don't feel my kiss being reciprocated, I change strategy, going from brusque manners to gentleness, trying little by little to make Mariana feel at least a little of the extremely strong sensations that are consuming me now.

But her arms are still at her sides and she does not react yet, which makes me insecure as I have never felt before in my life.

I pull our lips apart and face her, holding her face with both hands, a doubt eating away at me and making me feel an unknown chill in my stomach.

"It's not possible that I'm completely on fire, while you don't seem to be feeling anything, Mariana," I blurt out.

I look at her carefully and try to analyze all the nuances I can perceive in her expression, but she remains impassive.

"I understand that the only thing that matters here is your desire," she speaks. "I didn't imagine that I would need to pretend that I desire you too.

The words were harsh and I immediately release her face and turn away from her, unable to believe what is happening between us.

" I don't want you to pretend! " I say, now overcome with indignation. " I have never needed a woman to be with me forced and it will not be today that I will start.”

"I understand then that you are releasing me so that I can return to my room.

"Is that what you want? To go back to your room?" I need to be sure that she is rejecting me.

"Yes," she confirms, sounding reassured to say, "I didn't come here of my own free will, but because I was blackmailed.

"That's too bad, then. Because you're going to stay here, and you're going to sleep with me," I say, trying to show calmness.

I wasn't going to force Mariana to have sex with me when she clearly didn't seem to share the same desire as I did.

But I wasn't going to give up my blackmail, as she made a point of pointing out, and to have her in my bed, even if it wasn't going to happen that night, I would make her want me because I would never give up what I want.