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Thanks Littleashes17, Mel, LunaLutz and DaniDarlingxx for prereading and correcting my comma's and mistakes - as always.
Isabella
Jerk.
He's a fucking jerk.
World-class, skin-crawling, I-want-to-rip-my-hair-out type of jerk. Then why the fuck does he need to be so...so irresistable?
Those green eyes of his turn viciously wild when he thinks I'm giving in. It's all a game, an act. Although the thought of it being true makes me flood my panties. I'm keeping my breath steady and calm as I avert my eyes from the ginger god in front of me. He thinks he's got me cornered. But man... I'm going to enjoy putting him in his place. He needs it. It's a shame I don't have my arsenal of whips—or chastity devices.
When he calls me princess, it leaves tingles inside my body I haven't felt in ages. The kind you get when you give up complete control, hand over everything you've got for them. Too bad he's not getting any of that—none of my control, none of me—since he can't bother to show me an inch of real, genuine respect. Ginger's gonna get a beating, and then he's gonna fucking choke on my pussy. I can tell he wants me, but he's just not gonna get me in the way he's envisioned. I bite my inner cheek to refrain from grinning at the image I'm conjuring up in my mind.
"Well?" he barks. "What is it?" When he thinks he's dominating me, his demeanor changes a little. Like he really cares and wants this. Joke's on you, Ginger. You're gonna wish we never met.
My hands fumble behind my back, my thumb trying to get the lighter out of the waistband of my now-ruined pants without raising suspicion. I've thought about it, created the scene inside my head, and I'm sure it's gonna work. If it doesn't, there's always plan B… winging it.
In just a few seconds, I back him up against the wall with my forearm pressed up against his windpipe, putting my entire body weight behind my action. My calf muscles strain from my heels, from our height difference, but I make myself tall and strong—intimidating Edward Masen.
"Motherfucking fu—" I cut him off, kissing his lips hard and angrily. I'm biting his lower lip, dragging it with me as I pull back, making him groan. He's hard, so hard, and I can't wait to use this guy to get off.
My lighter clicks, and it's loud in the otherwise quiet room. I still have my hold over him, even though he's starting to resist me. If he puts up all his strength, I'll fucking lose, because he's built with solid muscles and towers over me even in my heels. I've got an incentive though, something that'll help me overpower him until I've got Ginger on his fucking knees. The flame shines specks of orange onto his pale, freckled skin, illuminating his stubble, reflecting in his green eyes. It makes him look dangerous instead of scared; provocative instead of submissive. Fuck. This is gonna be a tough one to break.
"Are you done, princess? My cock is bigger than yours, so spare yourself a measuring contest," he whispers against my face. His tongue darts out, licking my fingers that are curled around the Zippo, all the while keeping his eyes on me.
"Oh, Ginger…" I laugh. It's menacing and victorious. "I'm sure I've got a few cocks lying around bigger than yours, sweetheart. Wanna fucking bet?" I spit. His green eyes narrow before he surprises me and licks the fucking flame while he grins down at me.
"Fucking try me," he mumbles.
"If you want to show off your skills, I can put your tongue to much better use," I tell him.
"Oh, is that so?" He arches a brow my way, cocking his head to the side.
"You ripped my pants, Ginger. Better kiss it better." I growl. I'm using all the self-defense tricks I've got under my belt, and it takes all of my strength, but I use our height difference to my advantage. Since I've got my right arm braced on his chest, a hip toss is going to be my best bet if I want to put him in his place — on the floor. In one swift motion, I use my right hand to grab his arm. I'm catching him off guard long enough to have time to bend my knees slightly while locking my hips to toss him on the floor. Success. Ginger looks stunned for a second, his ass hitting the carpeted floor as he huffs out a deep, startled breath.
"Ah, she knows a little karate." He chuckles. I can't help but be turned on by him—by everything he does, even by resisting.
"And she knows how to shut you up, too."
"I'd like to see you try to make me, Mistress." He spits out the words with so much venom.
I push his chest, stiletto heel digging into his shirt until he's down, but he's still smirking.
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