Page 72 of I Love to Hate You
I stand up and bring my phone to my face. “I doubt it. Whatever you’re going to do, you better do it fast before I send another one and Chad starts asking questions.”
My thumb hovers over another heart emoji, but before I can press it, Kendrick bolts. Leaving the food behind, he darts toward me and grabs my hand, pulling me toward him. I let out a jaunty scream as he wraps his arms around me and lifts me completely off the floor.
“Okay, okay. I won’t do it again. Put me down,” I scream with a wicked grin that says the complete opposite.
Kendrick begins carrying me out of the living room, his eyes focused on his destination down the hall. “Nah, it’s too late for that, Baby Girl. You had your chance. You need to be put in your place.”
“Fine,” I bark as we burst into the bedroom and Kendrick tosses me onto the bed like a ragdoll. I land on my back and immediately pop up to keep talking. “If you think you’re so big and bad, then do it. Put me in my place. Let’s see how tough you are. I don’t think you’re going to do shit.”
Like a scene from a movie, Kendrick-Fucking-Kennedy grabs his shirt from the bottom, and pulls it off over his head, tossing it on the floor next to the bed. My eyes get stuck, unable to move away from the muscles on his chest and the veins in his biceps. His abs show themselves every time he inhales, and his forearms are riddled with vascularity. He’s a golden-brown Adonis, and the thought of him being on top of me makes me want to shut my mouth and spread my legs as fast as I can. He’s so beautiful it hurts, but that won’t stop me from pushing his gorgeous, sexy, ripped buttons.
“What? Am I supposed to be scared now?” I ask, continuing to poke the bear. I still have my phone, so I quickly bring it up to text, but Kendrick crawls on top of me, pinning my arms down with my phone still in my hand.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he says as he slowly pulls it out of my death grip. He tosses the phone onto the floor and forces my hands together above my head as he leans forward. “Who do you belong to?”
Everything in me wants to say it’s him, but there’s a devil on my shoulder who drank all of the wine earlier, and she’s running the show now.
I smile diabolically and clear my throat. “Chad.”
Kendrick’s eyes bulge, and my heart pounds like a drum when I realize he might actually be pissed. Did I take it a step too far?
Without saying anything, he sits up straight and lets my hands go, and for a second, I think I just ruined that night. The muscles in his face tighten and I can see him clenching his jaw over and over again, fuming with furious thoughts running through his head as he glares at me. Then, he reaches down and unfastens his belt, pulling it off like a whip before folding it into two small loops and placing my hands through each one. He bends over and uses his teeth to pull the belt tight, shrinking the loops until they fit securely around my wrists and form makeshift cuffs.
“Sit up,” he says roughly as he uses my new bondage to pull me up until I’m sitting on my butt. I watch his face as he leaves me on the bed to move around the room. He doesn’t look like he’s joking anymore, and I instantly regret doing too much.
“Kendrick, I’m sorry,” I say. He ignores me and steps over to his closet, keeping his back to me. “I was only joking. I didn’t mean to take it so far. You know I was just trying to push your buttons, right? Kendrick?”
When he turns around, his eyes are menacing and he’s holding what looks to be a blindfold in one hand, and a red tie in the other. He comes back to the bed and drops the blindfold next to me.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he says. “Right now.”
I do as I’m told, and Kendrick shoves the tie into my mouth, tying the rest of it behind my head to secure it. Then he picks up the blindfold and immediately slides it down over my eyes until everything is black.
“You don’t know who you belong to?” he asks as soon as I can no longer see him. “Why don’t I fucking remind you. Get up.”
His hand finds my throat, and he uses it to lift me off the bed and force me to stand. The next thing I know, my pants are being yanked down. I step out of them, and a warm finger rubs over my now bare pussy, making me suck in a breath.
“You’re saying this isn’t mine?” he asks as he increases the pressure on my clit, pulling a muffled moan from my throat. “Based on the way you moan, it sure sounds like it’s mine. Look at how wet you’re getting. It sure does look like this is mine.” With no warning, Kendrick runs his tongue up my pussy and sucks my clit for a second before pulling away, the ultimate tease. “It sure does taste like it’s mine.” I whimper as he gives my clit one last lick. He smacks my ass to shut me up.
The next sensation I feel is his hands on my shoulders as he spins me around. He then puts a palm on my back and pushes me until I’m bent over on the bed.
“Put your knees on the mattress and bring your feet together,” he commands.
I obey, and once I’m settled, my world implodes as Kendrick pushes his glorious cock inside me. His thrusts are long, and they are more thunderous than ever. I feel him taking his anger out on my pussy and it sends me into a dazed state of euphoria. My mind goes completely blank and my muscles relax as he pounds me relentlessly. With my hands fastened together, all I can do is clutch the covers and squeeze my eyes closed. Kendrick has total control, and I am all his.
“Who do you fucking belong to?” he asks as he fucks me harder than he ever has. The sound of our bodies slapping together sounds like clapping thunder and echoes throughout the room. I want to answer, but my gag blocks the words. “Oh, that’s right, you can’t fucking talk, because I own your mouth, too. Fine, I’ll remind you. You are mine, Maya. You belong to me and only me.”
All I’m able to do is moan as he keeps going, absolutely destroying me with his cock. I don’t know if it’s just the fact that this is so unbelievably hot, or if it’s the thickness of his dick rubbing up against my G-spot, but pressure slowly builds up inside me until all control is lost and my body melts into an orgasm that I never even saw coming.
“Yeah, that’s fucking right,” Kendrick growls as he keeps going without slowing the pace. “Come all over my cock. Give me the cum I own, and don’t you ever say you belong to another man again. Do you fucking understand me?”
Each stroke rocks my body and stretches me to new levels, sending pleasure and pain rippling through me until my mind is lost in a fog. I barely even know where I am anymore, and Kendrick still doesn’t relent.
“You’re mine, Maya. One hundred percent mine,” he says. “And now I’m going to mark you with my cum to claim you forever. Oh, fuck.”
He pulls out and I feel his warm, thick load shoot all over my back as he moans behind me. When it’s all over, my entire body is throbbing, completely spent and used up. All I’m able to do is lie here and pant as Kendrick uses a towel to wipe my back off before unfastening the belt and tie, and removing the blindfold. He throws everything on the floor and collapses next to me on his back, breathing just as heavily as me.
“Oh. My. God,” I say with fire in my lungs. My limbs feel completely numb and my pussy is already sore, but I’m in the kinkiest version of heaven. “That was unreal. Un-fucking-real.”
