Chapter 86 He Is Here

Chapter 86 He Is Here
Sarah
If he has even the slightest bit of warmth for me.
"Well, is it tasty?"
"Honestly, you could eat your fingers..."
"Well, eat, eat. More?"
"No, thank you, that's enough for me," he mumbles, chewing quickly. "Sir, forbade me from breaking the rules."
"Really?"
"Yes. Just surveillance and security. That's all! That's the limit. He even imposed restrictions on off-topic conversations. And you're here, with or without Aunt Sveta... courting me at the tables. It's not right, I don't want to lose my job. You won't tell him anything, will you?”
"No, what are you saying?"
"Thank you," the guard, pleased as punch, continued stuffing his cheeks.
And inside me, a relentless rage boiled and boiled.
That same image from the TV, the busty, full-lipped babe, flashed before my eyes. Her hands on his shoulders, her lips pressed tightly to his cheek, leaving a luscious mark of bright lipstick...
"Listen, I..." I don't know what's bothering me, but I suddenly put my hand on Boris's, and the words just burst out.
"Tell me, Boris, do you like me?"
"What the hell?! Holy shit!"
I'm almost having a heart attack.
Bang!
A crash on the wall.
I jump back sharply, as if I'm running away from the bomb when HE bursts into the kitchen.
“Shawn?”
And he slams his fist into the doorframe, catching us both off guard. How long has he been standing here? And how did he come in so quietly?
Oh, damn...
His fists are cracking, his nostrils are flaring like a bull's! He's tense, but he's also shaking like he's in a fever, and aggressive tongues of flame glint in the depths of his black eyes.
“Sir...” Boris, stunned, flies up from the table and tries to justify himself, but it's futile. It's clear that he's lost his job. At best.
“Get out!”
“Sorry about that, you brat...”
He growled, pointing his finger at the door. “You're fired! For disobeying orders! I won't do it again! I trusted you like my best friend, and what have you done here? What were you two whispering about? Were you coy, huh?” and his breathing quickened, raggedly. “Leave immediately. I'm going to lose it...”
Boris flew through the doorway, then I heard the front door slam.
Oh my God...
Growling and breathing deeply, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he went, he began moving toward me.
"Now it's your turn, witch ...”  I just want to piss that bastard off. He gets to hang out with all sorts of sleek vipers at social events, while the most I see are supermarket shelves and hospital walls!
"Oh, really! So you're not getting enough male attention, you bastard?" he plops me down on the bed, hovering over me. His eyes no longer look angry, now they seem hungry... and they're fixed on my full breasts, which have become very voluminous due to pregnancy.
"Maybe I'm not getting enough! I live like a prisoner! I can't do this, I can't do that! Enough!" I snort resentfully, trying to push away that magnificent mountain of muscle.
"So it's just my hormones? Haven't had a man in a while?"
"Never had one at all except you!" I almost spat at him, shedding a tear of resentment.
He whistled.
"It's true, it's been a while.”
Actually, I had no time for men.
I was so upset after being disappointed in the man I fell in love with that I didn't want any more men in my life! But I'm not made of iron... Like any other woman, I really crave male attention, affection, and care.
Someone strong and reliable who will hold me close to his chest, caress me, and warm me with the warmth of his body. Especially now that I'm expecting, when my mood often fluctuates, and my hormones are going crazy.
"Take off your panties." Suddenly and sharply, he growls, grinning dangerously.
"What?"
He grabs my wrists and pins me to the mattress.
I gasp when I feel something hard and bulging press against my thigh. My cheeks instantly heat up, and my pulse starts pounding like crazy. He is aroused...
"Fuck you!" I almost spat in his insolent face.
“You've had enough, you little bitch! Now I'll give you... your lack of male attention!”
He pulls away, yanks me toward him, and this time turns me to face the wall. I hear the rustle of clothes behind me, the click of a belt buckle. Is he really going to... take me?
“Turn around,” he rumbles hoarsely in my ear.
Treacherous shivers run down my spine from that animal-like growl.
“You...you...” I back away, “what are you planning, you bastard?”
“I'll raise you. And at the same time, I'll make up for this lack of male attention of yours... I'll make up for it properly!”
“No! I'll kill you, stay away!”
“It's too late. You asked for it, sweetie. So, if I don't fuck you, you'll stick to other men? Forgive me, darling, but you leave me no choice! Why didn't I realize before that I need to fuck you hard to keep you under control!”
Before I can blink, the bastard ties my wrists with a belt. Not hard, but noticeable. So I can really get a taste of the game and the firmness of his intentions.
I see, he's going to teach me a lesson. Does he think that an unfucked woman is aggressive? He lifts my dress, exposing my butt, purring hoarsely.
"Fuck! It's been so long since I've seen her..." A hard hand lands on my butt with a soft slap, patting it lightly.
"Hey! Stop it! What are you doing?"
"Don't you want to?" He greedily runs both palms over both my buttocks, squeezing them wickedly.
"I can't stand you!" I gasp, my face flushed red as if I'd just run a marathon.
"I've missed your ass; it's gotten even rounder and more delicious. Do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you until you lose your pulse?"
"Nooooo!"
"I'll check!"
He reaches between my legs and catches my folds with his fingertips. He presses down on them, plunging into the thickened wetness.
"Oh-oh-oh! You're soaking wet! I could wring out my panties!"
I shuddered faintly, muttering a hundred curses under my breath, unable to break free from the corner to escape, he had cornered me. And where would I run? The apartment was locked, we were alone here.
He didn't remove his hand; he began to trace vicious circles on my folds, deliberately squeezing the moisture out of my white cotton panties. I was almost at my limit—so fast! I didn't notice how I began to whimper and wiggle my hips, moving in time with his fingers, as if I were impaling myself on them.
But it wasn't! It was just my body reacting... Not me, not my pride! God, how shameful!
"That's it, Sara, I own you! You're my property..." he laughed hoarsely in my ear, reminding me, and bit the shell of my ear, sending another shudder through my body.
I'm almost finished.