DON’T HURT ME
I’M A vir-gin💦
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©️ ILLICTIMAGINATION
✍️ Chapter Eight✍️
😋LEYLA😋
I feel offended at his remark; I don’t want a dime from him. There is no way that I can accept his money. Not after what I have experienced with him.
“Then what?” He ask softer this time, his cold expression cracking. He leaves the be-d, suddenly, and stalks closer to me. I move back instantly.
My eyes fli-cker ra-pidly all over his b©dy. He’s n-ked. Stark n-ked and standing in front of me. I can’t trust myself.
My throat dries, tentatively fluttering my eyes up to catch his heated orbs. I swallow, ha-rd .
The angry Jeremy has fled. He’s replaced by this sm-irking man who has a look that has the power to turn my legs all gooey.
He li-cks his lowerl-ip, getting closer, I draw backwards until my back slams against the wall. I fight not to stare down at his growing erection. If he t©uçhes me, I will suc¢v-mb without resistance.
He sm-irks at my reaction and presses a hand on the wall near my face. He stares me down. I’m glad for the distance he’s keeping, I’m able to at least breathe.
“Why do you want to leave now?” His eyes hold my gaze.
Because I’m afraid you’ll hurt me, I think but I do not dare utter it out loud.
“I-I-I have to,” I breathe heavily, unable to control the hor-mones that are sparking up my blood.
He inches closer to my face and I close my eyes, re-ady to feel hisl-ips. He doesn’t k!ssme. I slowly open them again and he’s staring intently at me.
He closes his eyes, breathing in ra-pidly and when they open again, he’s resolved.
He draws away from me and moves over to a chair where his sweat p@n-ts lie. I exhale a breath I didn’t know I’ve been holding and watch as Jeremy puts on his sweat p@n-ts. After he moves to a set of drawers, opens it and I takes out another pair of sweatp@n-ts.
He throws them at me and I catch them instinctively.
“Put them on,” he says before walking towards a door.
“Bathroom is here.” He taps the door.
“You can shower, brush your teeth, whatever, everything is there.” He moves and then frowns at something on the floor.
“Lunch will be re-ady when you’re done.” He picks up an object and I don’t catch what it is as it’s promptly shoved de-ep within his pocket. He saunters to the other door and just like that he’s out of the room. I stand dumb struck, still befuddled at the turn of events.
So he’s letting me go? I question myself.
Shaking my head as if to revive myself, I walk towards the bathroom. Once I’m inside, I stand awestruck at how spacious it is. There’s at least two sinks and in the middle a floor length sized mirror, a bath tub shaped of an egg sits on the far corner, neighbouring a hvge walk-in shower.
Placing his sweatp@n-ts on a towel rail, I go to one of the sinks and stare at my reflection throu-gh the mirror. I look deranged. My curly dark brown hair is a tangled mess on my head. My brown eyes are wi-de and wary, obviously tired from all the events that occurred since last night. However, my b©dy looks as if it’s alive, as if it has woken up from wherever it has been and Jeremy is the spark that coaxed it.
I open the mirror drawer remembering when he said I’d find everything I nee-d. I find an unopened pack of toothbrushes and toothpaste. I brush my teeth quic-kly. It feels good, afterwards, that one p@rt of my b©dy is clean.
In the shower the water is warmer on my skin and I let it run for a minute as my thoughts scatter. After a while when the water is h0t, I gr-ab a vanilla scented shower jell and ru-b it all over me. I clean all the dirt and grime of last night’s and this morning’s overly intense events. I wash my hair with his shampoo and once I’m done, I just let the water cascade over me for few minutes.
So, he’s accepted that I have to go? I think. Why did he not want me to leave before?
I just wish I knew what he is thinking.
Why did he want to keep me for longer?
Our separating is inevitable, at the end of the day we are just two strangers who met in complete different circu-mtances, each with a different purpose, but happened to have intense S-x with each other.
At the end of the day, I’ll be seen as a prostitute, even though I’ve vowed to myself never to take any of his money.
At the end of the day he is rich and I am just…just a street poor girl with no family and home.
Getting out of the shower, I dr@p£ a towel over my b©dy and the other over my head. I realize that I don’t have any un-der wear.
Where are my yesterdays’ un-der wear? I hated wearing unclean un-derwear but given the situation, I don’t really have a choice.
I return to his be-droom in search of my un-derwear but as I soon I step out of the bathroom and into his be-droom, I st©p in my tracks.
Jeremy stands arms folded across his che-st, his back leaning against the wall and one of his feet pressed against it.
He looks up as I walk in and our eyes briefly lock. I watch as that devilish smile overtakes his features. My heart skips a beat. Is there any moment that he doesn’t look so appealing?
“Looking for this?” He holds up something in his f!nger.
My un-derwear!
He sm-irks when he sees my reaction, “Come and get it. Baby.” His tone of voice is pla-yful but sultry.
My heart lurches at his term of endearment and I practically swoon, feeling my insides melt. I swallow the lump on my throat as I command my shaky legs to move.
His sm-irk increases as he sees me moving towards him until I’m at least three feet away from him, holding ti-ghtly to the towel on my b©dy so it won’t fall. I’m re-ady to gr-ab my un-derwear, however he lifts the hand that has my un-derwear upwards and out of my reach. A small chuckle escapes his mouth.
I can’t jump. I won’t.
My towel will fall straight away and…that’s when I realize that it must be his intention all along. I scowl at him and he stretches his hand up even more.
“What’s the problem, Leyla?” He sm-irks. “Why won’t you get your un-derwear?”
That son of a b… He wanted me to jump up like some dog.
No way.
Devising a plan in my head, I decide firstly to at least try and jump up. But he is at least six foot four, and I’m only five foot seven.
In my first trial jump, Jeremy promptly moves his hand down so that I looked like an idiot jumping for nothing. I quic-kly go for his hands but he swaps my un-derwear to his other. What I’m doing for the next three minutes is jumping and gr-abbing the air, missing my un-derwear while he switches his hands. He laughs indulgently and sm-irks at me. I fight the effect that has on my b©dy and glare at him.
“Tired ?” He twists hisl-ips, trying to hide his smile. Amusement is printed on his eyes which are twi-nkling blue grey.
Adjusting the towel in my b©dy and the one on my head, I scowl at him. Two can pl@yat this game, I think.
“You shouldn’tfu-ck with me.” I warn him, in my most boss-like voice.
He grins at my response, “Shouldn’t I, seems counting yesterday and this morning that I alre-ady have.”
I flush at his remark but immediately compose myself.
“I can be very deadly,” I tell him.
“Baby, I’m so scared.” He laughs.
I narrow my eyes at him as I begin pursuing him. He freezes as he gazes at me. I deliberately li-ck and bite my lower l!pwhile staring innocently up at him. I hear his sharp intake of breath and whether it’s a good sign or not, I’m not sure. I stalk even closer to him and then I stand up on my ti-p toes grasping the hem of his t-shi-t for support.
His eyes are wary as he anticipates my moves and I feel his b©dy loos£ning, I feel his arm sag.
This is good. I inch myself closer to hisl-ips and what I’m doing right now, is taking me a f0rç£ of will.
I can’t hide the fact that alre-ady being this close to him is affecting me but I don’t back down. I inch even closer until myl-ips are almost tou-ching his. He hasn’t closed his eyes and I haven’t either and this proximity has me overwhelmed.
As I stare up at his intense eyes, I feel something tugging at my stomach and the feeling surges upwards, almost rendering me motionless, almost ma-king me forget my intentions.
Just as I’m about close the distance between us, his eyes briefly close and that’s when I gr-ab my un-derwear from his hand. I tug, triumphant when he seems unaware of what I did. I draw backwards further away from him.
“Dammit, Leyla!” I hear him cuss and I watch as he closes his eyes, inhaling de-eply. It makes me wonder.
Do I affect him, the way he does me? Impossible.
We stare at each for a moment, both of us standing still and anticipating the other’s moves.
“You’re gonna pay for that.” He growls but not angrily, there’s a sm-irk pla-ying on his face.
“Come get me. Baby.” I reciprocate his earlier words in a sort of mocking tone. I soon regret it when he lunges at me completely taking me by surprise. He picks me up by the w@!st and I squeal and try to trash away from his arms. I fail miserably.
“Jeremy, put me down!” I scream.
“Okay,” I hear him say before he literally throws me on the be-d. I fall bu-tt first and I bounce back up.
The surprise of his f0rç£ literally takes my breath away. The towel covering my n-ked b©dy soon loos-en-s, however I grip ti-ghtly on the hem before it complete unravels me.
Before I get into a sitting position, Jeremy is on t©p of me. His legs are astride my w@!st and taking advantage of my vulnerability; he takes both my hands and pins them up my head in a ti-ght grip. The towel untangles, revea-ling my newly showered n-kedness. I try shifting myself away but he’s too heavy. I’m locked by his arms.
I look up at him in frustration but just as I do, I st©p moving and st©p breathing at the same tome. My eyes lock with his. I think he st©ps breathing too because his mouth is slack and he’s staring at me in wonder.
“You are so beautiful.” He whispers the words stoically.
My throat dries and I’m rendered speechless trying to as-sess his words and their meaning.
His grip loos-en-s on my hands as he shifts his b©dy and inches his face closer to mines.
“Believe me, you are.” He whispers and stares at me. His breath fans on my face before ourl-ips t©uçh. Once ourl-ips t©uçh, I can’t st©p myself from responding. I k!sshim back eagerly, letting the fire boil in my blood, thick and re-ady.
His hand trail one of my arms which are still placed up above my head and tingles spurge sporadically on my arm. His hands move to my arms pits and I fight the urge to g@sp a laugh. When I do let out a small breathless g@sp, he uses the opportunity to plunge his ton-gue inside my mouth, de-epening the k!ss.
My head swims as the hor-mones swirls and boil in my blood, moving all the way down towards that area. Unexpectedly the pain shoots up inside, reminding me that se-x right now is a no-go.
I g@sp against his mouth, pu-lling back as his other hand immediately finds my br£@st and squee-zes.
“Jeremy,” I protest but he continues his onslaught. He moves hisl-ips to k!ssmy chin and then trails the k!ssto my n£¢k whilst his thumb and foref!nger twist and pu-ll on my n!pplema-king it ha-rd en immediately. I throb below in protest.
“Jeremy, plea-se st©p. I can’t. It hurts.” I beg him and he st©ps nipping my n£¢k, draws away as he stares at me in amusement. His hand has st©pped on my br**t.
“It’s ha-rd to st©p, Leyla, especially with you. I’ll try, baby, I will.”
He pe-cks myl-ips one final time and then gets off me and off the be-d.
“Come, the food is getting cold. You must be hungry.” He says, just like that before he trudges out of the be-droom.
I shake my head as my head swims with thoughts. Can he be more irresistible?
I’m proud of myself. I didn’t give in this time. What a moment. He definitely can be brutishly charming when he wanted.
I move myself off the be-d and taking my disposed un-derwear on the floor, I reluctantly put it on. Back to the bathroom, I dr@p£ on his sweats p@n-ts. They are too baggy for me, but adjusting the strings I make them fit.
I realize then that he didn’t give me a shi-t to wear.
I saunter back to the be-droom, looking for any shi-ts or t-shi-t. I’m afraid to open up his drawers, that will feel like trespas-sing. I reason with myself that I’m only taking out his shi-t. Besides I’m sure he won’t mind. I open the first drawer.
I close it back instantly, too shocked at what I see. It certainly does not contain shi-ts but…
Money! There are tons of hundred dollar bills cli-pped together. My mouth goes dry.
Why would he have this amount of money on his drawer?
Then I remember that this is his h0tel. It is a seven star h0tel so yes it’s advanced with security. How rich is this guy and he is what, on his twenties?
I shake my head to clear the overwhelming thoughts about his wealth. I open the next drawer and I’m relieved to find t-shi-ts. Taking a grey plain tee, I clothe myself with it. Then clearing my head about finding his money, I walk away from the drawer and out of the room and toward the owner of this endearing h0tel.
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To be continued…
I know the drama is yet to happen but if you are a calm type you would love the story