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Page 62 of Adam & Eve

“Answer me,” he yelled, causing me to wince and my ears to ring.

Still I said nothing. I lay there, silently. Eyes devoid of emotion.

“I’m going to assume your silence means yes, and that you are a whore.” He managed to keep

my hands encased in a tight grip above my head with one hand. He slightly lifted his weight off me

and reached down between us with the other. “If you’re so fucking keen on being my whore, I’ll treat

you like one.” He pulled his cock through the hole of his boxers and pressed it against my slick

opening.

“Threaten a girl with a good time why don’t you,” I said. I spread my legs wide for him.

“Screwing me is the reason I’m here isn’t it? So, go ahead.”

His body stiffened as he searched my eye for something. Love? He wouldn’t find it. I was

incapable of that emotion. No one had taught me to love. I licked my lips seductively, bucked my hips

and grinned up at him, daring him to penetrate me.

“Fuck! What is wrong with you?” he yelled through clenched teeth, then pushed off me.

First thing he did when he was on his feet was snatch the lamp from the nightstand and threw

it. It exploded against the wall. Coincidently it hit the same spot I’d just thrown the tablet.

“You’re so fucking frustrating you’d drive a saint to madness.” He jabbed his fingers in my

direction. “If I wanted to fuck you, if that was all that this was about, yes, I would have paid you.

Hell, I could have probably fucked you for free if that’s all this was about. You want me. The signs

are in how your body reacts to me, whether you want it to or not. You want me. But you won’t admit

it, because you’re a frustrating bitch who insists on torturing me.”

Defeated, he threw his hands up in the air, opened his mouth and yelled at the top of his lungs.

When he was done, he took a deep breath. I could see he was trying to control his anger, but it didn’t

work.

He ended up speaking to me between gritted teeth again. “What can I do to get you to

understand there’s more to this than fucking? You’re mine. Made for me, and the sooner you

understand that, the sooner we’ll be able to start our life together. This is destiny.” His chest rose and

fell rapidly.

His fists clenched and then unclenched. I could see it in his eyes. He sincerely believed all he

had been spewing. He wanted me to believe it, too. I sat up and tilted my head so I could gaze up at

him. I ran what he’d said to me—-all of it, even the stuff from days earlier— through my mind a few




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