“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 times. I knew he was expecting a response.
I thought about not saying anything at all. I knew that the words that were about to leave my mouth wouldn’t make my situation any better.
“Destiny is bullshit. There’s no invisible power that controls fate. There’s no higher being that knows our future. No sky daddy creating women from ribs. No baby in a diaper whispering secrets of love and happily ever after into our ears. There’s just free will and you used your free will to impose upon mine, simply because you feel entitled to everything you want, which is typical of your kind.”
He sneered. “My kind?”
“Yes, your kind,” I responded clearly and consciously. “Rich, white and narcissistic. It’s all very cliché and lazy, and what I’m not going to do is feed into your sense of entitlement by pretending it’s okay that you brought me here or that I want to be here.”
He stood there with his mouth agape like he was in disbelief. It was as if I often left him that way, and it would have been funny had the situation been funny.
“You—You...” He sputtered and growled like a deranged animal as he paced erratically.
Then just has suddenly as he’d started, he stopped and took a step toward me. Aggression and anger radiated from him. His face was enraged, and it looked as if a demonic mask had taken over his features. I was afraid that he’d come unhinged.
When he took another step in my direction, I hopped off the floor and scurried my naked ass to the other side of the room, putting the table between us for my safety. You should have kept your mouth shut, I scolded myself. Even with knowing that I had earned his anger, I refused to apologize for telling him the truth as I saw it. I would have to deal with the consequences. I prepared myself for him charging me again, but he didn’t attempt anything.
“You… you…” he stuttered once more.
His face reddened as he shook his head. He looked as if he was struggling to find the right words to say or was holding them back. He threw his hands into the air, turned abruptly and walked toward the bathroom. I jumped, damn near out of my skin, when his fist collided with the bathroom door. He then shoved the door he’d just battered open, stormed inside and slammed it shut behind him
It took me a minute to remember to breathe after that door slammed. Air escaped my mouth in a whoosh, followed by something akin to nervous laughter. Another minute passed with me standing there staring at the door until a sense of relief washed over me. He could have easily taken his anger out on me instead of the door.
This situation was getting progressively worse. Next time, I thought, he might not be so kind. Both of us throwing tantrums every five minutes wasn’t going to get me out of that room. I needed a moment alone and hoped he stayed in the bathroom for a while. I needed to think without his eyes on me. His gaze was so distracting, so intense. It was like he was trying to steal my soul. Pretending it didn’t affect me had me on edge. Sometimes I found myself liking it, becoming heated from the weight of it. Then I’d get mad at myself for liking it. The situation was messing with my mind. I needed to get out.
I sat down at the table and found myself cautiously glancing at the door every other second. It was only after the shower came on that I figured he probably wasn’t coming out anytime soon. Then and only then did I let myself relax fully.
An hour passed while I gave myself a good talking to. I decided to chill with the attitude and smart remarks that came natural to me. I knew I wouldn’t keep pushing him and keep coming away unharmed. And I had to apologize. That would be the hard part.
I got up and made my way over to the dresser to find clothes to put on. I debated on whether to stay undressed. Nudity might help me in the long run. However, I decided against it and slipped into a long wife beater. I wouldn’t make it too obvious that I was trying to play him. Outside the bathroom door, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before knocking.
“Adam,” I called to him. He didn’t respond. “May I come in?” I asked.
Again, he said nothing. I turned the knob to see if it was locked. It wasn’t. I pushed the door open and found him sitting on the toilet with his head bowed. His hands were covering his eyes. His hair was wet and there was a towel wrapped around him.
Cautiously, I made my way over to where he was sitting. He remained unmoving even when I was on my knees in front of him. I reached for his right hand, the one he had punched the door with, and then examined it. The blood was gone, but the skin was a bright angry red. He went to snatch away, but I wouldn’t let him. I brought it to my lips then pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles. It was a peace offering. My way of apologizing without saying words that I didn’t mean. Even the thought of fixing my mouth to tell him those words caused me to inwardly recoil. He deserved everything I had given him for kidnapping me.
After intertwining our fingers, then and only then did he look at me. Like always, he searched my eyes for something. I gave him nothing. He expected too much from me. I stared blankly at him. My reluctance to allow him to read me made him try to snatch his hand from me again. I didn’t let him.
“Don’t be mad. You can’t really expect me to react like I love this situation. I am not here because I choose to be.”
“But—” he started, but I cut him off before he could go into another one of his “we’re meant to be” rants.
“No buts. You want too much from me, especially when you’re continuously triggering me with all your invasive questions and your confessions. It’s hard sharing so much of myself with you. It’s even harder knowing that you already know so ma
ny of my secrets. These are things I never planned to share with anyone, and you took it upon yourself to learn them.” I paused to give him time to speak.
He put his head back down instead of responding. Okay, that didn’t go where I wanted it. I didn’t know why I thought he would give me a response.
I back-pedaled and tried another route. “Adam and Eve… You don't see irony in our names?”
His eyes found mine as he contemplated his answer. “No. No, I don’t. Is this another one of your games?”
I rolled my eyes before continuing. “Adam and Eve? The people in the Bible?”
“I don’t believe in that bullshit. You’d think a species so obsessed with cocks and cunts, guns and violence wouldn’t believe in such pious, sanctimonious crap,” he responded indignantly.
“Calm down, Nietzsche. You’re preaching to the choir. I’m not a believer either. We found something we have in common at least,” I responded.
“We have so much more than that in common, Eve.” His voice dropped an octave. “More than you know. More than I think you’ll ever be willing to admit.”
I rolled my eyes. “I doubt it.”
“Fine. Doubt me for now. But tell me, Eve, what else do you think we have in common with this fairytale our names are taken from?”
He wasn’t smiling, but he was no longer looking angry or sad. I took that as a plus. I needed him back in a good mood.
“You think I’m yours and was made for you. Eve was made from Adam’s rib, to be his helpmate, his companion. That’s sort of how you see me; but then again you also could be the serpent that tempts Eve,” I said teasingly.
“I tempt you?” he questioned as he reached out and traced my bottom lip with his thumb.
I smacked his hand away then sighed. “Why ask me something you know the answer to?”
“Because I want to hear you say it. Say I tempt you as much as you tempt me. Say you want me as much as I want you.”
“That’s not a fair request, Adam, because if—”
“Fuck fairness,” he growled, interrupting me. “I want you to finally admit what you feel for me, so I can stop feeling like I’m in this alone.”
Damn that growl did something to my insides. Something was definitely wrong with me, because his demands should have been pissing me off under the circumstances, but no. My panties were becoming soaking wet.
Resist the devil and he shall flee.
Ironically, in the middle of talk about a religion I didn’t believe in I was using scripture from it to provide me strength.
“Let me get the first-aid kit,” I offered, trying to change the subject.
I was afraid I’d say too much, or the wrong thing, and he’d read too much into my answer. I made a move to stand but he reached out and pushed down on my shoulder to keep me where I was.
A predatory smile spread across his face. “I tempt you, Eve?” he leaned into me and whispered.
His warm breath against my ear caused my pussy to gush, and to my horror, a moan almost escaped my tightly pressed together lips. Yeah, he was definitely the snake. He was dangling an apple in front of me, tempting me. Eat the apple, Eve. The consequences be damned. I was tempted, really tempted, even under the current circumstances.
“Yeah, you do,” I answered honestly, breathlessly.
But just because I wanted to fuck him didn’t mean we were going to end up living some fairytale life together. That was where our wires would always get crossed. Adam saw us as something real. However, anything of the sort--outside of this room would never be.
“I. like. your. honesty.” He leaned into me punctuating each word with a teasing peck against a different part of my face; my forehead, nose, right cheek, then left cheek.
My breathing got even heavier. He was about to kiss me. I could feel it. Shamelessly, I anticipated the feel of his lips against mine. I moistened them with the tip of my tongue, then waited. He slanted his head. His lips were a breath away from mine. I’d never been so turned on in my life. That confirmed that I was as twisted in the head as him.
“The first-aid kit, it’s under the sink,” he said, breaking me out of my trance.
“What?” I was confused, my mind was stuck on the thought of his lips against mine.
“The first-aid kit, it’s under the sink.” He pointed, then sat back.
His body heat was gone before I took my next breath. He’d put space between us. His voice was back to normal—calm—unlike my insides. My stomach clenched as my pussy throbbed.
“You did that on purpose,” I said.
I wasn’t angry, but I did feel some type of way about how he was always purposely teasing me.
He laughed in response. Reached out and ran the back of his hand down my cheek lovingly. “You don’t want me, Eve, so you shouldn’t be bothered.”
He laughed again when I pushed his hand away.
“Jackass. Clean your hand yourself.” I got up and stomped from the bathroom. His obnoxious laughter trailed behind me.
It was at that moment, pissed off and horny, that I realized normal people didn’t act like us. I should have been hysterical, begging him to let me go, but instead I was on the verge of begging him to screw me. I shouldn’t have wanted him to, but I did. I wish he had approached me the right way. I wouldn't have minded being locked in a room with him, and he was right. I would have fucked him for free, but that wasn’t the case. He’d kidnapped me and had turned this into a game of wills.
Too bad for him, I liked games. Getting into bed I pulled my shirt over my head then threw it on the floor. I lay there naked and left the covers off, purposely. When he walked out of the bathroom, I heard his breath hitch. I held back a smile. We would see who won his little game.
S I X T E E N
I wanted to scream, but I wouldn’t. He’d use it as an excuse to follow me into the bathroom. That was the last thing I wanted. I bit my tongue and pressed my head against the cool shower wall to calm myself down a bit. It had been three days since the Dwight incident. I’d made sure to behave as best as I could. The tension when we were in the room together made it hard to do. It put me on edge.
He was not helping the situation. He seemed to be attempting to punish me by way of teasing my body. And it was working. I hated to admit it. He had me craving him. A simple touch from him set my skin on fire. He was trying to break me. He wanted me to give in.
I tried to give as good as I got, but all I ended up doing was frustrating myself even more. He played his game so well that, in the end, the only option I had left was to lock myself in the bathroom to obtain some semblance of peace. I’d been standing under the flow of water for the past thirty or so minutes, hiding from him.
Something had to give and soon. I slammed my eyes shut and let myself enjoy the hot water beating down my back, but it was short lived. I didn’t even need the sudden sound of footsteps against the tiled floors to let me know he’d entered the bathroom. His presence caused tension in my sore back. It still hurt from where I’d hit the floor the other night.
“Just go away,” I said, back still turned to him.
I refused to turn around, hoping he’d take the hint and leave. I needed a time out from this situation. He could at least give me time alone in the shower. I didn’t know why he even wanted me here. All we did was fight.
“Eve… Eve…” He started chanting my name like a petulant toddler once he realized I was not going to respond.
Fed up with it all, I was thin on patience. I spun around so fast and so angrily that it caused me to lose my balance. I steadied myself against the wall and readied for the battle I know is about to ensue.
“I should at least be able to wash my—”
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