Page 15 of She's Mine

Chapter Eleven

Bea

I hear the knock at the door, but my brain isn’t fully engaged with my body just yet. After Bear made me cum over the phone by talking dirty to me I drifted off for a minute but after I hung up all the doubts that he keeps at bay crept back in and I spent the biggest part of the night staring up at the water stain on the ceiling wondering if I am doing the right thing. Wondering if I even want Paul bad enough to risk everything.

I am strongly leaning toward that being a no. I can just walk away from all of this, and Kat never has to know what I did with her brother. I never have to worry about losing my heart or making the wrong decision. And Bear doesn’t feel like he’s being used either.

And if the person on the other side of the door who keeps knocking happens to be Paul, I’m telling him I can’t come to his damned boat party and that I’m still a virgin. I wonder how far he’d run away if he knew. And why am I mad about that now when before it just made me sad?

I drag myself from my bed and make my way to the door. But when I open it, Paul is not on the other side. It’s Bear, and if the look on his face is any indication he is not a happy Bear.

“I know you just didn’t open a door in nothing but a nightshirt. AGAIN.”

Oh shit! My mouth falls into an exaggerated ‘o’ as I take a step back. He takes that as an invitation for him to come in, instead of a sign of retreat.

“Bear…I…”

“If I recall, you didn’t put your panties back on last night after I talked you out of them. And honeybee…I know you wouldn’t open the door without finding out who is on the other side with no panties on. Because then I would have to do what I talked about doing on the very first day we met.”

“Um…,”

Shit!

“Bear…,” I decide retreat is the best option since I am, in fact, not wearing underwear under the shirt I wore last night.

I spin and take off running but don’t get very far since his legs are so much longer than mine. I’m off the ground in a matter of seconds and in his arms. Within a heartbeat, I’m over his shoulder as he walks back towards the room I just came from.

“Now Bear…you don’t understand…,” I try to find some purchase to prop myself up on his back but end up slipping so that my hands wind up on his ass. “Bear…”

My words don’t slow him down at all. He just keeps going until he eventually tosses me on the bed causing me to bounce on it a couple of times. My nightgown rides up my thighs but I don’t have time to do anything about it. I have to get myself on the other side of this bed.

A hand encircles my ankle and pulls me back to the side the mad Bear is on. I make peace with the fact that I’m not going to be able to outrun this. But maybe…

“Bear…you said if I was your woman you would do something about it, but Bear…I’m not your woman.”

He narrows his eyes at me, and I find my heart stutter-stopping at the smile that washes over his face. It tilts his lips up in an evil grin that has my insides going liquid hot. “Let’s start keeping score, baby. You are in my shirt, right?”

My eyes widen as we have a stare off and I feel my winning hand start to turn in his favor.

“You’ve got my mark on your neck, am I right?”

My hand goes to my neck so I can slap it over the spot he left his ‘mark’ on.

“So, you got my shirt on, my mark on your neck, and if I’m not mistaken my handprint on your ass cheek.”

I frown, “I don’t have your handprint on…oh!”

He has me flipped on my stomach and my shirt up before I can take my next breath. His hand comes down and the smack echoes throughout the room. I’m so shocked I don’t even feel it.

“Oh yeah, see. Right there it is.” He brings his hand down again and gives the other side a swat. “Now you have my handprint on your ass, which means…you belong to me. You’re mine, baby!”

He picks me up and sits me back down across his lap. I try to wiggle away from him but his hold on me is just too tight.

“Bear…this is not…you cannot…”

His hand comes down on my bare cheek but this time the smack is a lot harder and causes my whole body to shift against him and the bed. I gasp as my nipples brush against the covers and try to catch my breath. He brings his hand down again as he holds my arms behind me so I can’t fight him back. The position offers me no protection against the back-and-forth motions that have my nipples tightening to hard peaks. The feel of his hand on my bare skin has heat gathering in between my legs and I can tell I’m getting wetter with every swat.

He keeps going until I finally can’t hold my moan back any longer and it slips from between my lips. His hand finally stops when he hears the sound, and the room descends into a vacuum of silence. I try to squirm away once again, but he doesn’t let me go and without my hands, I can’t drag myself away.

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