Bound To A Bully

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e who she is to you, I will make sure

-set eyes look unrecognizable now that he looks unfamiliar to me.

ut what happened that day to her, his sister, and that's where they were wrong. Everything I confessed before was just a glimpse of that

accepted all the torments without any protest, but today, I won't.

this place, but I don't k

he police van! Wasn't he the one who sent me to jail on the charge of industrial espionage a

or me, or ever tried to understand me. Now, he has no right to barge into my life and make his claims a

would make me a scapegoat in the end? Now. . .what should I do now? My daughter would hate me. My team would be disappointed.

him. Lord, no! I don't want to m

bed like some king. He puffed out a smock, disarming me with his cold gray eyes ga

mment on anything

an others as I saw how ba

hout me around. After all these years, just why can't he let me

, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. "That

assment. I revert my ga

vibe. I swallow at the sight of his muscles bulging through his military short sleeve shirt. No matter how

chosen this field, th

me, yet I feel cornered. "I don't

, making me breathless, and it leaves me bothered. He is dangerous.

t's wrong

ips to the corner of my mouth and sputters, " -desperately want me to have my way with you." I suck in a deep breath under

er, knees tu

more than I know myself, but I wo

ve

Lincoln, I glowered at him

s a

d. Him. Even when I knew that w

them all for myself, every inch o

see that need to, as I loved him, still d

all, on that couch, or on the edge of tha

my mind is. I am fighting him only because I am annoyed with myself very much. The on

disappointment that surges in me after losing his touch. Then he says it. Something I

. You stand by that window

im, and I look at

to escape under his nose just a while ag

n't do th

dare he decide things for me and then giv

aze to me, and glaring down, he says firmly, "And everything she asks, she gets." The only thing he has always shown me is his arr

pushes me into the wall, and his ha

fraid of what is coming next from him. My breathing takes a halt as his finger slowly r

he tips of my ears and whispers, "I

tonished, I pushed back my desire

t! I looked into his eyes, trying to see a gl

ou

ut of

nt invading my nostrils, it clouds my mind and prevents me from thinking straight.

e hill from the window to my side and choke when the next thing he says, "You can enjoy

t my diary in his study room years ago when we were in high school. My backpack felt

ets, and I; threaten to beat him to

lessly. I blush crimson under his gaze when I shouldn't. "How about on that hill on

meless b

d close my e

turn darker with lust and wanton.

trong attraction, over me, and I don't kn

girl and do

rough and au

in his voice makes my

n't. Maybe I pray to get punished. If it h

ginning. I am the reason behind this, with

g my clothes off. His tongue trails on my skin, devouring me, and I let out a

in a de

h gazing on my neck as he nibbles my skin,

garden, by the way. We should keep it low

rops the bomb o

n the pit of my