Never Give Up

Chapter 11 - Taylor

I’m suddenly cold and frozen, darkness surrounding me, the smell of staleness stinging my nose. Hands touch me in ways that make me sick. People are screaming. I see a look of horror in the eyes of someone familiar, but whom? Then I realise it’s not a nightmare, and those screams are mine.

Gasping for air and frantically searching my surroundings, I try to get a handle on things. My Mom is dead. That motherfucker murdered her. He found the one thing which would make me cooperate and he went and f*****g killed her. I’m all alone now. What the heck am I supposed to do? I have no control over my tears anymore. I am never going to be able to stop.

“Oh, Mama. I’m so sorry,” I whispered, throwing my face into my hands.

“Shhh, I’ve got you, Princess.”

“Whomever the f**k you are and whatever the f**k you are doing, can you get the f**k out now, please?” My voice is so raspy, it’s painful to even try and talk.

When the room comes into focus, I see a pair of the most beautiful dark eyes starting back at me. s**t, he’s broader than Zane, and that man was built like a god. He is laying down on my mattress which would have been beside me if I hadn’t sat up.

My breath hitches, and my body vibrates. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man in my life. Hell, he could even give my number one love, Connor Black, a run for his money.

He smirks. “Do you want to take a picture? It might last longer.”

I can’t believe he just said that. Anger replaces the lust inside me.

“You’re a dick.”

“No, but I do have a pretty impressive one.”

“Please. That is clearly a f*****g lie.”

“I would show you, but I don’t think that’s a good first impression.”

“Yet, you're lying on my bed?”

“Touché”

I couldn’t even stop myself, if I could, when the slap connected across his face. I was shocked myself and sat, eyes opened wide and shaking, wondering what pain he was going to put me through. He grabbed my wrist, which was still hovering in mid-air. A tingling sensation begins when our skin touches and travels throughout my body. I can only describe it as something similar as pins and needles attacking my whole being. It's not a bad or a frustrating pain, but a more pleasant thing that takes your breath away, in a good way, so to speak.

“Let me go”

“Now you listen here, Princess. You started this conversation, not me.”

I managed to pull my arm free and scamper up against the wall, putting some space between us. My whole body is tense from his stare, he looks like he wants to bend me over and spank me over and over. My thighs squeeze together. Why am I thinking about him spanking me? And why the hell does it sound so appealing?

He stalks over to me and grabs my arm, pulling me against his chest, attempting to stop me from fighting. When he lowers his lips to my ear, I almost lose it,

“Princess, there is no way in hell I’m letting you go so easily. We both don't like this situation, but you giving me this attitude isn't going to help. Plus, I’m finding it a real turn on.” He all but growled

There isn’t a chance in hell that I can stop the gasp escaping my mouth, or the moan that followed. My heart was racing and not because I was scared for my life, no, I was scared that I would jump his bones. He was turning me on and I was ready to give him anything he wanted. Never before have I wanted a man’s touch so badly…Not just any man, I wanted this man to worship me.

I wanted to feel his lips on mine. I also envisioned how he would control my desire, only amplifying it to the maximum when the time to just let it all go. Under my lashes I devoured his body. He must have been 6'5 or 6'7. Those broad muscular shoulders had visions of me sitting on them with my back against the wall, caged there as he lapped at my juices, trying to quench his thirst. My eyes scanned over the rest of his body and hell I was definitely not complaining, this man...this beast...this...this adonis. I have never wanted anything so much in my life,

I was all but panting now and feeling all flushed, the tempeture really did rock up a few notches. It was like I was about to combust any moment, fighting the urge to just go throw myself and beg for him to have his wicked way. Never in my eighteen years on this Earth have I ever felt the urgency for another man's touch,

Oh Goddess, please help me out.