"Fine, I will reject you now, and just end all of this." Gio was already in my face, stone-faced. After I didn't immediately reject him, he smirked, leaning back against my desk, opening his stance so that I was now standing in between his legs. "Go ahead, reject me," his hand started to caress the exposed part of my thigh, then moving to my inner thigh. 'No! You can't reject him!' My wolf howled inside of me. It hurt me to hear her in so much pain, but I don't think I would have been able to say those words anyway. Seeing him in front of me, feeling his touch, I know I still have feelings for this monster. His hand slides up under my dress. "I'll do it, Gio." "Mhm," he said as he started to lay kisses along my jaw then down my neck. I know this is wrong. How could I let him touch me again after killing my family? But it also felt so right. He sucked on my neck, licking and kissing all over me. I relaxed too much and let a small moan escape me. "I missed that sound," he said as he gripped the back of my neck, tilting it to give him more access. He moved that hand to unzip my dress while the other moved dangerously close to my core. "Tell me, does your boy toy make you scream the way I know only I can?" He asked with so much confidence. "Gio-" I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, even though my body was betraying me at every turn. I didn't even notice he had moved my panties to the side before he slipped his finger into my soaking wet core. "Tell me, baby, do you want me to stop?" he asked quietly. I could feel he was worried about my answer. Maybe he wasn't as confident as he was portraying. His thumb caressed my cl*t, making my legs feel weaker. As he starts his assault on my clit, he adds another finger, and starts thrusting his fingers faster, making my head fall back. "I need answer, baby. What do you want me to do?" He stares into my soul, waiting for my reply. "I... need-" I stopped and bit my lip, not wanting to admit what I wanted. My orgasm climbed all the way to the top. And he stopped, pulling his fingers out of me and walking away from me. "Don't worry, Vinny." His tone was different. "I'm not going to f*ck you."

Old- school, anti-feminist, crazy, lazy, sexist. I’ve been called a lot of things. But what can I say? I think feminist got it wrong. I want a man that will provide and protect me. I don’t want to have to wake up every day to go to a job that I hate. I would much rather, clean and cook all day until my man gets home so that I can cater to him for giving me the life I want. I like the idea of my man thinking of me as a sex toy. Yes, fuck me, use me. Am I crazy?