Cecília
—Thomas…
I take a step back when he gets up from the bed. I expect him to scream or threaten to end my life again, but Thomas just crosses his arms and looks at me silently.
“I can explain,” I say. He flashes a demonic smile and starts walking towards me in short steps. I keep taking steps back until the wall is at my back.
“I think you better get started,” he says when he catches up with me. He puts a hand on either side of my head and brings his face close to mine. “What the fuck were you thinking when you tagged me in those pictures, girl? he growls. I feel hot breath on my face and I swallow hard. "I thought we had a fucking deal." "I'm sorry…" I whisper. He laughs again.
“You're going to need a lot more than an apology to get out of this,” he says quietly. I take a deep breath and feel my chest rise and fall with the movement. Thomas notices too, because their eyes fall right there.
His eyes darken even more as they stare at my body barely covered by the towel and my body heats up under his gaze. He finishes gluing his body to mine, and I gasp. The mouth comes to my ear and says:
“Your very polite hostess offered to serve us dinner before I yanked you out of here with me. Go get dressed they're waiting downstairs. I'll deal with you when we get back to the hotel,” he says. I close my eyes when I feel the beard brushing against my skin and I shudder. He notices and lets out a smirk.
Just like he did at the hotel, Thomas runs his beard down my neck and I involuntarily let out a soft moan. When I do, he pins me further to the wall.
— Or maybe instead of getting dressed, you'd rather finish taking that towel off your front, crystal — he suggests in my ear. His hand squeezes my thigh and I hate myself for how turned on I am suddenly. “You're a stick in the ass, girl, but you're not one to throw away.
Without thinking, I place my hands on his shoulders and pull him closer. Thomas grunts contentedly in my ear and the next thing I know his mouth is on mine. The kiss… it's nothing I could have expected. It's nothing I've experienced before. I've been kissed before, but not like this.
Thomas is rough and tough. He devours my mouth and commands everything. Controls rhythm and movements. He holds my face tightly as he kisses me until I'm out of breath. My heart starts to pound and my legs go limp from the touch. His hand grabs my breast over the top of the towel and I moan into his mouth. I squeeze his shoulders tighter and he pulls the knot of the towel down and makes it fall to the floor.
Instinctively, I try to cover my body. No one has ever seen me without my clothes on before, but my brain isn't working right because he grabs my wrist to stop me and I let him. He pinches my sensitive nipple and deepens the kiss even more.
I'm completely out of breath when Thomas lets go of my mouth.
"Is this what you want?" he asks in my ear and puts
hand between my legs. I shudder and squeeze his shoulders tighter. His mouth moves down my neck and back up to my ear.
“Thomas…” I moan his name when I feel a finger touch me where no man has touched me before. I pinch the feathers closed reflexively, but he manages to slip a finger in there.
“Holy shit, you're wet girl,” he says into my ear and laughs. "I thought you yelled in my face that you'd rather be eaten by worms, now you're all wet for me."
“You… idiot,” I say, but my voice cracks when he rubs his finger over my sensitive spot and I groan again. — Arrogant asshole.
— That's right, he curses — he mocks and accelerates the movement of his finger. "Curses more than I like."
I close my eyes and throw my head back. My mouth is open in an O, but no sound comes out. I can't say anything, just feel. My body has never reacted this way to anyone. I'm on fire and every part of me feels like it's about to melt. I wince from the stimulus. Thomas kisses my skin roughly as he continues the movement of his fingers between my legs.
I squeeze his arms tighter because I feel like I'm going to fall if I don't hold on.
“Oh…” I blurt out when it starts to get too much.
"Are you going to come, crystal?" he asks in my ear. I nod, imagining that's the feeling taking over my body. “Then fuck come,” he commands, and I feel my entire body explode.
I sink my face into his shoulder, trembling, and Thomas holds me for a few seconds without taking his fingers from between my legs.
“Next time you want to go around playing the brainless, remember who you belong to, you irresponsible,” he speaks in my ear. “You signed a contract, Cecilia. You are mine. If you need someone to put out that fire in your ass, then I'll take care of it. But I swear if you involve me in one more scandal, I will make your life hell. Understood?
I nod, still unable to say anything. I feel limp, completely drained. Thomas starts to release me, but I catch myself in his arms again so I don't fall. I look down at the floor so as not to look at him, because an immense shame starts to take over me.
My God, what have I done? What did I let him do to me?
And I liked...
Only then do I remember that I'm naked and I quickly reach down to grab the towel and place it in front of my body.
Thomas clears his throat and takes a step back.
"I'll wait for you downstairs." Don't delay.
He storms out of the room and I stand with my back against the wall for a few more minutes, wondering what I'm doing with my life.