I thought I would be chasing after his shadow as I had done during the day, begging him not to leave. But I had barely made my way out the door when I saw him hastily making his way back. To my dismay, I could not stop myself in time for I was running too fast. I fell into his arms when our bodies collided.
He had a firm chest, as solid as a rock, so when I bumped into him — nose first — the pain caused me to tear up. I pounded his chest with all my might, crying at the same time. “You think you’re all that just because you have sturdy pecs? You think you can have your way with other people?”
He gripped my hand. Then, like a hawk who had caught its prey, he brought me inside and tossed me on the bed. He barked at me, “Yvonne, you idiot! Do you want to piss me off? Is that it?”
“Yeah? So what if I do? You’re a jerk, a stupid jerk!” Following my aching nose, tears flowed down my cheeks as a way to conceal the pain in my heart. “You think you’re pissed? I’ve been pissed for longer than you have!”
I let you stay with me. I turned a blind eye when you got engaged to another woman. I allowed you to pretend not to know me when we crossed paths. Urgh, I want to bite you! I kept cursing him in my mind as I bit on his fingers, face, and neck. However, Christopher was no pushover. With his finger tightly gripping my waist, he started tearing at my clothes, biting my lips harshly whenever he could.
Something like this could easily lead to another. I longed for his touch, for him to hug me, so much so that I deliberately rubbed myself onto him. He’s obviously mine. Why should I give him up? I know I’m cheap. If someone treats me well, I want them all to myself.
But this was Christopher we were talking about. He has always been kind to me. If I could put aside my dignity for two years, as I did for Lyle, why can’t I do it for Christopher? Why can’t I strive to make him mine?
I soon felt something hard poking my lower abdomen. Christopher had me pressed on the bed. Despite this compromising position, I was indignant. I turned over so that he was under me. But, for once, I was too aggressive, and both of us rolled onto the floor.
He cushioned my fall, so I was fine. When I was on top of him, I extended an arm to grab hold of his belt. I fiddled with it but to no avail. It would not come off. I was not familiar with belts, after all. So I changed my mind and aimed for his buttons instead.
Christopher held my waist, wrapped his arms around me, and pushed me back. Of course, a woman’s strength could not compare to that of a man, so I was instantly flipped over. We rolled around on the floor, Christopher and I, until we reached a corner of the room. Fortunately, the floor was soft and carpeted.
Fighting at close quarters like this was particularly exciting. We exchanged blows like a game of chess. After a while, we were out of our clothes and facing each other. Christopher sank his teeth on my shoulder and I, not willing to be outdone, gnawed at his neck like he was a piece of drumstick.
“Now, do you know what you did wrong?” The man tightly clenched my jaw and sucked on my lips. His cold fingers traced across the wound on my arm before rubbed his cheek against it. His fingers gradually reached down and lifted my foot, providing him a better view when he examined my ankle.
“I don’t. I really don’t! Lyle’s my ex-husband now, you know that. Do you still intend to come between us and whatever conflicts we have? You’re unreasonable, you know? I did nothing wrong, and I never have.” I kept my chin up, refusing to give in.
All of a sudden, Christopher entered me, not giving me time to prepare. I arched my back, unable to speak, then I leaned in his arms, convulsing all over. He merely paused, giving me time to adapt to the feeling, and when I did, he continued with his frenzy.
I rolled around on the floor as Christopher had his way with me, but he was not satisfied. While he was doing that, he kept asking me the same question, probing for an answer. “Say it, what have you done wrong?”
I must have been dizzy by then. I remained stubborn as I tried to cooperate with him. “I didn’t do anything! You b*stard! Idiot! Liar! I’ll bite you, clamp you tight, suck you dry…”
Christopher frowned at my response. He said nothing as he continued to torture me, and after each deed, he would lift my head and ask whether I knew what I had done wrong.
“I did… nothing wrong… You b*stard… You’re engaged… F*ck off! Go look for your fiancée.”
