Chapter 188 My family

Chapter 188 My family
Draven POV

I walked into her bedroom and found her pile of dirty clothes and boots in the hamper with the plastic lining. She stood at the dresser, looking through her underwear drawer in search of something to wear.

She was buck naked, her braid still hanging down one shoulder and I stared at her perky ass, the lines under her cheeks perfect.

I was hard before I stepped into the room, but now I was even harder than a rock. I crossed the room and wrapped both of my arms around her waist then I tossed her on the bed, her back hitting the bed that the maids made shortly after she woke up.

She didn’t fight me, but she still wore the same look of loathing. I dropped my bottoms and didn’t bother with my shirt. I climbed on top of her and pinned her down with my size.

My cock was inside her instantly, and I sucked her hard. There was no beginning, middle, or end. It was a just a hard fuck, my cock stretching her small pussy before I even gave her a chance to get used to me.

Almost instantly, that hostile look faded away as color filled her cheeks, and her eyes became lidded and heavy like a patient failing to fight off anesthesia, she couldn’t resist the spell her hormones were casting over her.

All I knew was I needed to fuck her and I needed to do it hard and fast. A million sensations rushed through me in that moment. I was pissed and horny at the same time. I deepened the angle and folded her underneath me, using her for my own perverseness.

She started to moan because she wasn’t bothering to fight it this time and that was good.

I liked the way she stood up to me, called my bluff when she didn’t know what would happen. It was dangerous and stupid, and I respected her bravery.

I respected her for speaking her mind and holding her ground. Anyone else I interacted with would have flinched at my intimidation, but she never did. “Slap me.”

She held on to my wrists, the place where she usually touched me. Her hands never explored my body unless I was kissing her. She touched as little of me as possible as part of her resistance. “Slap me,” I repeated.

Uncertainty was in her eyes but It wasn’t a trick, a way to give me the opportunity to slap her back and I really just wanted her to hit me.

She finally hit her palm against my face, but it was weak. “Harder.”

She hit me again. “Come on, Lila. Show me how much you hate me.”

This time, she put all of her strength into the hit and she put her whole arm behind it, hitting me with enough force to make my entire face tingle.

It was exactly what I wanted and I pictured doing the same to her, making her feel the pain I just felt and that was enough for me. I came inside her, filling her perfect pussy with come.

The disappointment in her eyes was unmistakable. She didn’t find her release because I didn’t give her a chance and It was intentional.

“That’s for your little stunt back there.” I pulled out of her, letting my come drip onto her bedding. “And if you touch yourself, I’ll punish you even more.”

I didn’t wipe myself off before I pulled my bottoms back on. I had to get ready before my family came over, and I didn’t want to stay and chat with her, not when I was still pissed at her.

“Stay here until I tell you otherwise.”

“I’m not a dog, Draven.” She closed her legs and sat upright, looking thoroughly fucked and beautiful.

“No, you aren’t but you’re my prisoner all the same.”

Soon a black SUV came into the roundabout, black-tinted windows with.bulletproof glass. The passenger door opened, and my mother stepped out in a.long white dress with tan strappy sandals.

Her brown hair was in curls down her chest, and the sunglasses on her face couldn’t hide the happiness in her eyes.

She gave me the same smile I’d received my entire childhood and she hopped slightly as she made her way to me, the excitement written all over her face.

I was a grown man and had been out of the house since the day my brother died and officially took over the family business but to her, I was still crawling across the floor in a diaper.

A foot shorter than me, she wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed me with the strength of a professional wrestler. “My son…”

Her cheek rested against my chest, and she breathed a happy sigh and I squeezed her back, her petiteness similar to Lila. “Hey, Mom.”

“You’re bigger every time I see you.”

“I hope not.”

She chuckled. “You know what I mean.” She pulled away then placed her hand on my cheek. She looked into my expression like I was a painting rather than a person. “You look so much like your father and It makes me very happy.”

“I’ve always been a little disappointed about it.”

She chuckled again then pulled her hand away.
Then my cousin came next, her brown hair pulled into an updo and her olive skin beautiful under the summer sun. She wore a strapless yellow dress that was tight around her slender waist. She pulled her sunglasses off her face as she walked toward me, her eyes were mixed with annoyance but also excitement.

She was pissed about the stunt I’d pulled a few weeks ago, but she’d get over it. “Draven.” She hugged me.

“Isabella.” I blew off her hug by giving her a quick pat on the back instead. She stuck her tongue out at me. “You’re lucky I have to love you no matter what.”

“You’re even more lucky.”

She rolled her eyes and walked into the house.