“Good,” he said.
“Because if I f**k you, you’re not walking out of this house without my scent all over you.”
I felt my thighs give up again. I had to grip his shirt to stay upright.
“You’re not leaving with that sweet little cunt untouched,” he went on.
“Not after leaking like this. Not after letting me smell how badly you want it. You’re a mess, baby girl. You’re aching. You’re soaked. You’re mine if I decide I want you.”
The nerve of this f*****g stranger. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe, trying to blink, trying to pull myself back into my body.
He wasn’t even touching me.
Not really.
Just standing there, inches from my face, speaking in that voice that made me want to cry and come at the same time. Looking at me like he already owned me. Breathing me in like I was his next f*****g meal.
I couldn’t f*****g do this.
I stepped back.
The Dus & 16
His hand didn’t stop me this time
My voice shook as i finally said
“Just stop”
He raised an eyebrow His mouth didn’t move
I cleared my throat, tried again, louder this time even though my voice cracked halfway through
“Stop Whatever your name is You’re a stranger
He didn’t flinch
“I don’t f**k strangers,”
I said, like it was some kind of shield, some kind of speed cast ver body was still screaming for him.
“So please.”
I looked up at him, blinking fast, chest rising and falling like f’d just run a *****rathom
“Just leave me alone.”
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared. Like he was watching me dig a hole with my bare hands, weshme me try to bury what he’d already dug out of me
Then he stepped forward.
Not to grab me. Not to threaten.
But to look me in the eyes so closely that I couldn’t escape it.
“So you don’t f**k strangers,” he said slowly, voice soft now, but not kind, it was a hum melody only I could hear.
“But you rub your thighs together like a b***h in heat in front of one
My face burned. I took another step back
He didn’t follow. Just tilted his head and looked down at my clenched fists.
“Baby, you don’t even believe yourself.”
“I do,”
I lied.
He smiled. Not wide. Just enough to let me know he saw every inch of me. Every contradiction. Every ache Every f*****g drop soaking through my dress.
“Tell your cunt that.”
I gasped. My breath caught. My chest ached.
“Go ahead,” he said, voice.
“Look me in the eye and tell me your p***y isn’t dripping for a stranger night now.
“That you didn’t think about letting me bend you over and taste that slick. That you didn’t imagine what i’d feel like for someone who doesn’t even know your name to ruin you in a bathroom stall while the whole house listened.”
My stomach twisted. My thighs clenched harder. I hated him. I hated this stranger
“I said leave,”
I snapped, but it sounded weak, even to me.
His eyes darkened.
But he didn’t move. He didn’t say another word
The Stranger’s Claim
His hand didn’t stop me this time.
My voice shook as I finally said it.
“Just stop…”
He raised an eyebrow. His mouth didn’t move.
I cleared my throat, tried again, louder this time, even though my voice cracked halfway through.
“Stop. Whatever your name is. You’re a stranger.”
He didn’t flinch.
“I don’t f**k strangers,”
I said, like it was some kind of shield, some kind of spell I could cast over the way my body was still screaming for him.
“So please…”
I looked up at him, blinking fast, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a f*****g marathon.
“Just leave me alone.”
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared. Like he was watching me dig a hole with my bare hands, watching me try to bury what he’d already dug out of me.
Then he stepped forward.
Not to grab me. Not to threaten.
But to look me in the eyes so closely that I couldn’t escape it.
“So you don’t f**k strangers,” he said slowly, voice soft now, but not kind. It was a hum. A warning. A dark melody only I could hear.
“But you rub your thighs together like a b***h in heat in front of one.”
My face burned. I took another step back.
He didn’t follow. Just tilted his head and looked down at my clenched fists.
“Baby, you don’t even believe yourself.”
“I do,”
I lied.
He smiled. Not wide. Just enough to let me know he saw every inch of me. Every contradiction. Every ache. Every f*****g drop soaking through my dress.
“Tell your cunt that.”
I gasped. My breath caught. My chest ached.
“Go ahead,” he said, voice.
“Look me in the eye and tell me your p***y isn’t dripping for a stranger right now.
“That you didn’t think about letting me bend you over and taste that slick. That you didn’t imagine what it’d feel like for someone who doesn’t even know your name to ruin you in a bathroom stall while the whole house listened.”
My stomach twisted. My thighs clenched harder. I hated him. I hated this stranger.
“I said leave,”
I snapped, but it sounded weak, even to me.
His eyes darkened.
But he didn’t move. He didn’t say another word.
The Stranger’s Claim
He just watched me.
So still.
So calm.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.