DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME, SWEET HEART

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

“Nothing. I just came to see you work.” He says, enjoying my current predicament .

Well, if my earlier plan wasn’t going to work, I’m just going to throw caution to the wind.

“Since you’re so interested and passionate about it, why don’t you clean the mess up instead?” I throw the broom and trash bag against his chest, walking past him. It falls to the ground as he completely ignore it.

“Get back here.” He says, grabbing my arm and jerking me back.

I huff and glare at him.

“How else would I get to satisfy my maid fantasies if you don’t do it? ” He snickers, not bothering to hide his perverse behavior as he openly gives me a once over with his eyes.

I fake gag.

Having his eyes hunger after me like that would always have an effect on me no matter how much I hated him to the core. I wasn’t going to let him know .

He was probably doing all of that just to insult me and rile me up. After all, he said he doesn’t ‘fuck fake pussy’. He’s always making it known to me.

He holds my freezing body against his, heating me up with his warmth. His hands circle my waist, holding me like a lover as he smiles warmly at me.

In fact, if someone were to chance upon us and take a picture, we’d probably make it onto one of those beautiful couple in love Instagram pages.

“Its cold tonight.” He breathes

“Huh?” I ask, momentarily swayed with the sudden switch.

A hand snakes up my freezing back, leaving heat in his trail as he goes up into my hair. I freeze, ready and preparing myself for the inevitable hair grab but he doesn’t do that.

He massages my scalp with his finger and I fight against the urge to close my eyes to fully enjoy the sensation.

“What are you doing?” I asked, ashamed my voice is not as hostile and a warning as I intended.

“It’s cold.” He says like that explains everything.

“I need some warmth.” His hands come around my throat caressing the bite mark and making me shiver.

He cradles my face in his hands and leans down. My heart rate sky rockets as he holds me tighter and angles my face up or is it me ?

He’s going to kiss me !

“Go make me some coffee, maid.” He sneers against my lips. It tingles as his lips brushes mine. He lets go of me and I stumble back in shock blinking fast.

What just happened ?

He wears a satisfying smirk, shooing me towards the kitchen.

He just seduced me so easily. I want to commit homicide right now.

I go to reluctantly make him the cup of coffee. What else is there to do aside than follow his wishes after he utterly humiliated me like that? I didn’t have any face to save in that moment other than hurry out.

I carry the cup of coffee to him and hand it over but before he takes it from me, I pull it back and keep eye contact.

He cocks a brow in questioning amusement.

I spit inside and stir it before handing it back to him with a smile.

“Enjoy your coffee.” I say sweetly. Since he wanted to play with my emotions so much then I could play with him too. I had every right.

“Looks like you’re a fighter after all. I always thought you were a flight kind of a girl…”

He advances. Not taking the coffee from me so I gently set it down on a nearby surface. My heart is thumping like crazy now as I see some sadism beginning to glow in his eyes.

Maybe this was a bad decision after all?

“You do have a knack for bad choices, ha? You just like to be punished. Don’t you ?”

I back away quickly.

I stub my toe, as I step onto an empty bottle someone carelessly left on the floor. I fall into the sofa and turned to glare at the object.

It’s the bottle I hit Emily Darklord with.

Karma sure is one hell of a bitch. He pounces on me with the distraction and I squeal flailing my legs in an attempt to kick him. He jerks my head to one side.

A little more force, and I would have been lifeless.

“Let go of me you…. you,…. ARGHHHHH!” I end my curse with a scream as he bites my neck so hard I nearly black out from the pain.

I punch him in the face from below and I land an upper cut, jerking his head back.

I scramble away from him and out the chair.

“My little fighter.” He laughs like a crazed maniac and that’s the last straw. I need to get out of here.

And fast. I sprint into the kitchen. That was the quickest way out. I hear his footsteps as he follows.

He grabs my arm just as I reach the door and bends it behind me, slamming my breasts painfully into the door.

“Don’t turn your back on me sweetheart. It makes you the perfect prey and you’d only bring out the predator in me.” He presses himself into me and I gasp.

I can feel his hard on pressed in between my cheeks.

“I didn’t know coffee gets you that hard. Or was it the sweet uppercut” I ask tauntingly.

“Of course not. It’s you.” He laughs like I just asked him the dumbest question ever.

“Did biting my neck get you hard, you psycho vampire ?” I managed to bring out.

“It did get me harder. But I got hard immediately you stepped through the door in this begging to be fucked shorts.” He says like he is discussing the weather and not talking of something like this. I blush on our behalf.

“Now run.” He pressed harder against me.

Ha ?

This psycho wants me to go out in the rain? Because he definitely isn’t giving me space behind and forward is only out in the rain.

“But its freezing, and pouring cats and dogs out there and I’m only dressed in…” I began.

“Run before I bend you over the kitchen counter and take you raw.” He groaned heatedly in my ear.

He opens the door and I stumble out into the rain. The rain drenched me immediately.

I can’t believe his cruelty.