Page 16 of Bound By Lust

“So, it’s okay for you not to show up for my game and do all this, but you get mad when I say or do the smallest thing?! You’re toxic as hell.” I curl my lip. He pouts and stands, dick flopping along his thigh before he places it into his sweats.

Quickly, he scoops me up and sets me into his lap, facing him, placing gentle kisses on my lips.

“I wouldNEVER EVERintentionally hurt you like that, baby. You are my everything, my life, my soul and for you to even consider at any point that I wouldeverfucking miss your game on purpose is the problem.”

“I…”

“No, fuck that Jessica. Youknowme,” his voice booms with emotion as he grasps my face, staring into my eyes. “I fucking told you that you are theonlygirl I’ve ever claimed as mine. We’re locked the fuck in. I don’t know what you assumed, but I wasn’t joking when I said you’re my wife.” He lifts my chin to look up at him, and I swear my heart melts. “You’re mine, Little Baby, and everything that is important to you is important to me.”

“But that maid said?—”

“You never have to worry about her or any other person under my employ. They all know who the fuck you are, and if they don’t know I’llmakethem know. Believe me, baby, you are everything to me. I knew you were mine at first sight… I would never do anything to jeopardize that…” All anger dissipates and as I stare at him, I feel small. “Baby…” He kisses my cheek before moving down seductively to kiss me on my neck. “Please believe me,” he whimpers, and much like any other time in Frank’s arms, I’m cared for, loved, and on top of the world.

The craziest part is I know he would never do anything to hurt me, but I allowed my past to haunt me and assume the worst. It didn’t help that other women were popping up, and the crazy news that Wanda and Skylar revealed…

I need to call a spade a spade… I wasn’t mad at all. I was hurt because what I truly wanted … no, Idesperatelywanted was for him to be there cheering me on in the stands and not seeing him there hurt me beyond words.I really…

Frank gasps in horror, and my eyes flutter in surprise when something wet rolls down my face. I look down, and almost in slow motion, I see a tear fall, but he reaches out and catches it, holding it tight in his hand.

Wait… am I crying… me?

I never cry! I’m one of those built Ford tough bitches. I’m the “You go low, I go to hell” typa bitch… I. Don’t. Cry! Not when that coach grabbed my ponytail and tried to shove his dick down my throat when I asked if I could have more time on the field.

Not when my parents didn’t show up for my games, not when guys bullied me and called me a dude because I liked football and girls called me a dyke because they were jealous that I was friends with their boyfriends. I just joked all that shit off, went home, watched anime, and went on about my business.

But as tears flood from my eyes, I’m lost and full of distress because I don’t know how to stop them… even though I wantthem to stop, it’s like a faucet has been turned on and someone has come in and purposefully broken the handle to shut it off.

I cover my face, ashamed of these tears… ashamed of these tears and sad at the emotions I’ve buried so deep inside of me that well up and bubble over as my few tears turn to sobs of grief, anger, and frustration.

“I… I just w-wanted y-you t-to b-be th-there fa me!” I cry heartbroken, and the sound that escapes him is unearthly.

The sheer look of dread on his face… his mouth pops open, and he clutches his chest in pain.

“Baby…” He pulls me into his arms.

“I just really really wanted you there,” I sniffle. “It was important to me… I waited and waited and I just… I d-don’t know… I just knew you would come… but wh-when you didn’t I—” He hugs me against him so tight I feel like he’ll squeeze my insides out of me. His heart is beating so hard and fast that I can feel it. His hands are shaking and even though his dick is very much so hard, he’s not even trying to rub it on me.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers, holding me close. “Fuck baby, I’m so fucking sorry. I would never purposely do anything to hurt you. You are my everything, please believe me.” His voice breaks as he holds me tight, still trembling.

“Th-then tell me, where were you?!” I demand, but there’s no response, making me think the worst. “Exactly! You were probably with some other bitch!” I shove him off, but he doesn’t budge. In fact, his eyes are lit with ire, and he grows hot.

“Don’t you ever in your fucking life say some stupid shit like that to me again! Do you understand, Jessica?!” he growls, sending chills down my spine.Coochie you had BETTER the fuck NOT purr!A little pussy juice seeps from me and I groan at the betrayal.

Me:Oooo lowly whore!

Coochie: Speak for yourself! I’m attached to you.

Me: Bitch.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Jessica…” he grits out and I bite my lip. “There will be fucking hell to pay if I hear you say thatIwould cheat on mywifewith some nothing ass bitch that ain’t even worth the dirt between my toe nails,” he scowls.Damn… not the dirt between his toe nails… if he was with another woman I’d feel bad for the bitch, but damn… haha, that’s a bit much.

“Then tell me, where were you?! If you can’t tell me that then you can kiss my ass. Our conversation is over and we are d—” His body vibrates and he growls… like whole ass growl like a lion, lip curled and every fucking thing as he tilts his head to the side.

“You’re trying to piss me off on purpose, aren’t you?” he whispers, voice deep as fuck and reverberating through me. “How about this. If Idoprove it, let me kiss that ass and have my way with you.”

“Fine, asshole! Just prove it then! You steady talking shit trying get under my skin, yet you have not answered my question!” I glare at him. “Do you really think you can just pop up after ghosting me for damn near three days then just fuck me and everything would be okay?” I seethe, but he narrows his eyes.

“I never ghosted you, and I’ll prove it!”

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