She's the Boss

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C H A P T E R   T H R E E

R E M E M B E R I N G

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THE WHOLE NIGHT hit me on my home from work that night.

My head pulsed, making me swerve to side of the road to get my bearings.

And just like that:

I strolled down to the dance floor, eyes locked on her.

Shoving some hopeful out of the way, I put my hands on her hips, pushing her back on me, swaying with her.

Her head tilted back, her whiskey eyes locking on mine with a smirk.

"What's your name?" I whispered in her ear.

"Layla," she grinned.

"Nice to meet you, Layla."

"I'll you know if and when the feeling is mutual, Rich Boy,"

I chuckle, pull her infinitely closer.

"It's Sebastian, actually."

"That's nice, Rich Boy. That's nice."

We dance to a couple more songs, just laughing and talking about random things.

"So where are you from, Rich boy?"

"Sebastian, and New York."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

She bit her lip and we danced a little more.

"Wanna get outta here?" I whispered in her ear.

She glanced back at me, her brow furrowed.

"And go where, Rich Boy?" I had gotten used to her calling me Rich Boy.

"McDonald's," I grinned. "Let's go to McDonald's."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

So we stumbled out of the club, her high heels in one hand, the other hand tucked in mine, and we walked up the street to McDonalds.

"You ever been love?" I ask her randomly, glancing at out intertwined hands.

"I try not to."

"Why not?"

"Because," she frowned. "Love feels like loneliness sometimes, Rich Boy."

"Oh,"

She nudged me, making a face.

"Cheer up, Rich Boy!" She smiled, pointing up ahead.

"Mcdonalds!"

"You mean grease coated death?"

She looked at me flatly. "You're not funny, Rich Boy."

"I am," I grin at her goofily. "I totally am."

"You're not." She laughs.

"Hey, I never said it wasn't good. I just said it was death,"

"Shut up and feed me," she grinned.

"Yes ma'am."

We sat, ate, talked for a while.

“Who was your friend from that first night?”

She steals a fry from my plate, shrugging as I glare at her.

“Oh, that's my friend Tommy.”

She takes another fry from me, just happily munching as if she didn't have a fry of her own.

“You I bought you your own fries.”

“They taste better when their yours.”

I roll my eyes playfully, letting it go.

"Tell me about yourself, Peaches."

"There's nothing to tell."

"I think there is."

"There's not. I promise."

I frown deeply at her answer. "I'll accept that answer... if you give me a kiss."

She leans over, places her lips on mine. Sweet. She tasted so sweet. The kiss was soft at first, but when her tongue invaded my mouth, the soft theory evaporated.

She ravaged my mouth, and I loved it. I didn't challenge her for dominance, not this time. I just wanted to let her ravage me.

When she pulled away, I fell forward, wanting to taste more of her.

"You must think I'm a slut," she sighed sadly.

"No. I think you're a Goddess."

"You'd be the first."

Her self-deprecating smile irritated me. She is a Goddess, and the fact she didn't believe that, got to me, my drunk mind making it worse.

"I'm gonna call you Peaches!" I blurted, hoping to put a smile on her face.

"What?" She laughed.

"I like you, Peaches."

"I'm not ready to be liked, Rich Boy."

Again, she stopped smiling. She had the most beautiful smile, she seemed incomplete without it.

"Can you take me home?"

"Huh?"

"Take me home. Your home."

The air went still.

"You sure?"

She nodded.

"I don't usually do this,"

"I didn't think you did."

So I carried her home, and we talked and laughed for while. Then, she kissed me, and my control went to s**t.

I lift her up, carry her to my room. Throw her on the bed, climb over her, and take her lips.

As if time is vacuuming up behind us, I start ripping her clothes off savagely.

Her nails drag down my bare chest as she moans arching toward me. I suck her irresistible n*****s, biting and licking.

"Sebastian," she cries, making me smirk.

"Give me your eyes, baby. Give me your eyes,"

I make her look at me while I enter her, sinking inside her slowly, feeling her warmth accept my length inch by inch.

"Ah!" She screams, throwing her head back, sobbing and thrashing when I don't go faster.

"Shh, take it. Take it for me."

Once I'm buried to the hilt inside her, I stay there not moving, savoring her walls gripping me tightly, sucking me in, holding me captive within her.

Her hips buck, begging me to move. To satisfy her. With a groan, I drop my head on her shoulder, kissing and nipping at her neck.

"Please. Please move."

So I lift myself out of her, slowly, watching in fascination as every inch of me slides out of her as slowly as it slid in, groaning when her walls squeeze me and her p***y tries to suck me back in.

Then I plunge into her hard, making her body jolt.

"Ow, yes!"

And so I f**k her with short hard digs, sinking into her, then thrusting into her hard.

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes!"

We f**k late into the night, only resting when I put my arms around her to sleep. In the early morning, I wake up needing her.

I slip inside her, kissing her neck, and rolling her n*****s to wake her up.

For the next few hours we made love, my eyes locked on hers, f*****g her sweetly.

Her eyes filled with tears as we climaxed together, I just kissed her and wiped them away, laying my head down on her ample breasts, and sleeping.

I went to sleep, her fingers in my hair, my c**k deep inside her, content for first time in a long time.

My eye stung with the memories, leaving me empty. As always, my masochistic mind replays every moment.

A sucker for pain.

I put my car in gear and drove home.