Dear Heart, You Screwed Me

Rolling over in a bed that don’t belong to me, my arm hit an empty spot next to me. My eyes pinged open as I saw that Reese had gone. I could still smell her scent, vanilla with a hint of peach. Pinching my brows together, I slowly sat up and looked around the room. Clothes discarded everywhere, a smirk pulling one side of my lip up.

Sign of a good night.

I knew she was going to be a good fuck, but last night surpassed all my expectations. Her tight pussy, how she stretched and took my cock like it was made for her. Last night was just a taste of what I had to come. She was mine.

Throwing back the covers, I padded over to where my clothes were and grabbed my boxer briefs. Pulling them up, I reached for my shirt and pulled it over my shoulders. Opening the bedroom door I saw Reese standing at the coffee machine on her phone.

I walked slowly towards her, clearing my throat as I did so she didn’t think I was eavesdropping.

“I gotta go,” she says hushed, “I’ll speak to you later.” She smiles into the phone and cuts it off before placing it face down on her worktop.

“Morning,” she chirped, turning and handing me a cup of coffee. My eyes roamed freely up and down her body. She was slender and petite. She was wearing a satin long sleeved pyjama shirt and matching booty shorts. She was perfect. The thought of her long, toned legs wrapped round my waist again made my cock twitch.

“Morning,” I smiled at her, taking a mouthful of the black coffee she had given me. “No cream?” I asked.

“There is milk in the fridge if you want it,” she gave a small shrug of the shoulders as she walked towards the sitting room. I loved her British accent, she sounded sexy as hell.

I didn’t bother with the milk. Just sauntered after her like a fucking love-sick puppy.

I sat on the armchair, my long fingers drumming on the arm as I pinned my eyes on her.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Daniel Gillies?” Her question threw me out.

“Who?” I looked at her confused, I had no idea who this Daniel Gillies was.

“That’s a no then,” she laughed, “He plays a character in a tv show called The Originals. You just kind of look like him, that’s all,” she smiled, but it slipped quickly as she lost herself in thought.

“Is he as good looking as me?”

“He is so much better,” she winked before knocking her coffee back, she stood from the sofa and walked back to the kitchen.

“Where you going?” I asked her, turning and watching her like a hawk.

“Work.” She smiled as she placed her cup into the sink.

“Stay home?”

“No,” she winked again, as she headed towards the bedroom. I shot up and followed her, she rolled her eyes when she saw me appear.

“Saturday?”

“What about it?” she said as she jumped up and down, pulling her work trousers up.

“Go out with me.”

She laughed, shaking her head side to side as she looked to do her button up.

“Nope.”

I felt the aggravation begin to bubble inside of me. My jaw clenched.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean, no,” she laughed as she grabbed a white blouse and slipped it on.

“Don’t tell me you’re still going out with fucking Harlen.”

“Got it in one baby,” she taunted me as she brushed her long, golden hair.

“You aren’t fucking going,” I growled, “did you not hear what I said last night? You belong to me. You are mine.” I stepped towards her, my arms snaking round her waist as I pulled her against my body.

“I did hear you, but Killian, I am going. You aren’t going to stop me, nor am I going to listen to you or be manipulated by you in any way.” She gave me this sickly-sweet smile, her green eyes glistening as she looked up at me, before shoving me away.

As she spun away from me, I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back into me.

“Tell me you’re not going.” My lips pressed to the shell of her ear as I whispered. I heard her breath hitch, my hand skimming up her side before wrapping my fingers round her throat and tipping her head back as I nipped at the bare flesh of her neck.

“Tell me,” I asked again as I continued.

“I’m going,” she snapped, pulling my hand from her throat and stepping away from me.

“What didn’t you understand last night? I told you that you’re mine. Mine.”

“Yes Killian, so you have said. Many times.” She rolled her fucking eyes at me. Pushing her in the back, she fell on her front on the bed, I knelt behind her, pinning her so she couldn’t move. Unbuttoning her pants, I slipped them down along with her cute panties and revealed her bare ass.

Perfect. Rubbing the palm of my hand over her cheek, I leant over her back before whispering in her ear.

“Remember when I said to you that if you roll your eyes at me again, I’ll punish you?”

She didn’t respond, but she nodded. Gliding my fingers across her cheek, I slipped them between her legs, swirling my fingertips at her wet opening. Her pussy so ready for me.

I heard a small moan escape her.

“Tell me…” my voice was low as I continued teasing her, “are you still going out on Saturday?” slipping my two fingers into her a little more now, stretching her.

She whimpered.

I continued.

“Buttercup, I can’t hear you.”

“No,” she breathed.

“There’s my good girl, all it took was a little persuading…” I trailed off, biting my bottom lip as I slipped my fingers out of her. Kneeling back on my knees, I pulled her up. She spun round, flustered and clearly a little pissed off that I didn’t finish. Standing slowly, my head craned down as I looked at her.

“You’re a dick,” she spat as she yanked her pants back up.

I smirked.

I know.

She bent down and picked my suit trousers up along with my jacket that was laid on her bed and stormed past me.

“Reese…” I said low and slow as I followed her out of the room.

She unlocked her apartment door and threw my clothes out into the lobby, then turned and picked up my shoes from the floor and launched them one by one down the corridor.

She stood proud, dusting her hands off together as they clapped.

“I am still going on Saturday; your little show didn’t work. Now get out of my fucking home,” she snarled at me.

I was seething. The rage oozed out of my pours, the red mist slowly covering my eyes.

I stepped towards her, pushing her against the wall.

“I will see you Saturday,” I said through gritted teeth. I could feel the heat radiating off her, her eyes volleyed back and forth from mine. She didn’t give a shit.

“You won’t,” she smirked, shoving me away then sticking her middle finger up. “I fucking hate you,” she pushed me again towards the open door. “I can’t wait for our annulment.”

I laughed a deep, throaty laugh as I stepped out of the door. Turning to face her, the smirk was dancing across my lips.

“We fucked baby, there is no more annulment.” I continued laughing before she slammed the door behind me.