11.

                                    

                                              
My eyes shot open as I got up. I was on the bed, alone. He was nowhere in sight when I looked around.
My gaze settled on the white sundress with cherry prints on it, placed on the couch. It was pretty. I got up and approached the couch, looking at the note placed on the dress.
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Wear it. And come out for the breakfast.
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The note says, I scoff. I just want to get out of here and away from him as fast as I can. And I can't help but think, how did I end up on the bed? But it doesn't take a genius to figure that out, right?
I mean, he was the only one in the room besides me, so obviously, he put me to bed. Let alone gave me a dress to wear, too.
Why is he acting like a kind asshole after what he just did to me? 
I walks inside the bathroom as I looks at myself in the mirror. 
I'm looking pathetic. My face is still tear stained, my eyes were all red and puffy, my lips, well they are chapped too. Dehydrated as hell. 
Splashing some water on my face I decided to take a bath and rest my tense muscles. 
I washed my body and hair before stepping out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my body. Which was his. The problem is, he's standing in front of me in his casuals.
Looking at him made me remember all the bad things that had happened last night. About Dad. About his appearance when he entered the room.
All drenched in my dad's blood.
The anger in me returns as I glare at him.
"What were you doing?" 
He asks while looking me up and down, already knowing the answer of what I was doing in the bathroom.
"What does a person do in a bathroom?" 
"Don't get smart with me." 
"Or what?" 
"Or I'll make that pretty mouth of yours shut."
"How? By sewing my lips? Like you did to one of your victim." 
I say almost immediately as his fists visibly clench. He closes his eyes, and I can tell he is trying to control himself as he approaches me with his big strides, which scream power.
He stands in front of me, looking me in the eyes as I hold the eye contact, not breaking it for a second. I can feel my stomach doing somersaults when his arm snakes around my waist and pulls me close until my chest is pressed up against his.
I hold my breath, not saying anything. I'm not wearing anything underneath this towel, and it makes my core throb when his other hand starts to travel between my thighs, stopping just on my inner thigh.
"You asked me, how I'll make this pretty mouth of yours shut." 
He says, his voice raspy with need and desire that I can see through from his eyes. 
"The answer is, like this."
And within seconds, I felt his lips on mine. They were soft, not something I expected them to be. My breath was on hold as I felt his lips on mine, his tongue asking for entry, which I shamelessly granted him, instantly hating myself for that.
He bit my lower lip before exploring my mouth, but the thing that shocked me was his gentleness. The kiss wasn't rough or filled with lust.
It was soft, gentle, almost caring.
Which was very new for me, from him.
I tried to hold my moan, which was threatening to escape my mouth from the way he was tasting me. His hand rode up underneath the towel until it reached my bare core.
I let out a soft moan of pleasure into his mouth while kissing him when he circled my clit in friction, almost making me weak in the knees.
He broke the kiss as I felt his lips on my jaw, going down to my neck and collarbone. I wanted to slap him and move away, but I couldn't. It just felt too good, and I hated myself for that.
I felt him dipping his two fingers in, pushing them in and out. I moaned out in pleasure as it made me reach pure bliss at that moment. I felt my legs start to shake slightly at the friction as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, now at a fast pace.
I moaned out, hating myself because I was actually enjoying it a lot.
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I groan slightly at the taste of her. She's amazing. Her sweet moans filling the room are like music to my ears. But I can't take these distractions for now.
But her clit, it's soft and so tight that I feel myself growing hard, and it's physically hurting me now. It's even visible from the pajama I'm wearing how hard I am for her.
I push my fingers out of her and move away, looking at her face. All flushed, and she was breathing heavily.
Looking like a fucking goddess.
Her curly hair was over her face and onto her full, plump, baby-pink parted lips, from which she was breathing. I know she isn't doing something this seductive intentionally.
But God... save me. Please.
"Don't come in front of me like this ever again,"
I say, my voice not coming out like I wanted it to. Instead, it all came out like I was desperate to kiss those soft lips again.
She looks at me for some time, as if analyzing something on my face or in my body language.
"You came in here. I didn't do that intentionally,"
she replies, but I don't bother to respond and walk away, my erection still paining so much.
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