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Denying

I S A B E L L A

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" for it." He repeated, pulling at my collar.

"Please..." My voice was weak and I was trying to suppress the feeling to scream out in agony. Although he didn't seem to care even a little bit about that, he might be enjoying that fact.

A smile grew on his face and he let out a small sigh, "You look so beautiful when you're crying for me." He died. the tears from my face. "Especially after you kept being so unnecessarily stubborn..."

He laid me down in front of him and pulled his shirt off of me, exposing my naked body to him. His lips were hovering slightly over mine and I could see his fangs slowly start to appear. My entire body was trembling underneath him as he ran his hands down my body, licking his lips.

My eyes were so blurry from the tears spilling out of them, I could barely focus. My body felt like it was burning up inside, but every time he'd touch me, I felt like I was going to melt...

I wanna scream at him for how much he's just teasing me when I'm obviously in so much pain right now, but I guess that's what he wants.

"That's right..." He whispered lowly in my ear, he kissed my ear, then trailed kisses down towards my neck and lightly grazed his teeth on it.

"You smell so sweet," he said, his hot breath, hitting my skin, making me shiver. "I almost can't even control myself right now, that's how you make me feel."

He groped my breasts as he planted a kiss on my neck, slowly biting down into it, making me flinch. It hurt even more than the last time he's done it but at the same time, it felt better too, my body didn't feel like I was on fire anymore either.

I didn't want to admit that to him, but it was already too late the moment I thought that. He paused and looked at me, my blood was smeared all over his mouth and he smirked.

He kissed me, slipping his tongue in my mouth, making me taste my own blood. I turned my head the other way, trying to avoid another kiss from him, but he grabbed my collar and turned my head towards him again.

"Don't fucking move," he said through gritted teeth, before connecting our lips again. I could feel his hand trailing down to between my legs and I let out a small sigh.

He looked back up at me, his eyes were a dark red color and my eyes widened. "You're really turning me on right now, kitten." He said, wiping my mouth with his thumb.

He pulled me up so that I was sitting on top of him again and I gasped as I felt his hard-on between my legs. I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it and I hated myself for that. I know it's exactly what I get for coming into his room this late anyway but, I didn't ask for it.

"What are you thinking about right now huh?" He whispered in my ear, making my face heat up. He trailed his hand down my spine then groped my ass, slowly moving me against his boner.

He kissed my neck and bit down again in the same place as last time. I couldn't help but push him back, it felt like someone was stabbing me over and over again. He looked at me with an intimidating glare on his face and before I knew it, I felt a slap across my face.

My eyes widened as I felt the sting spread across my face. His nails had scratched my face a little and I could feel blood dripping down my face. He shook his head as if he'd just shook himself from a daydream and sighed. "I told you not to move, didn't I? Now, look what you made me do."

He licked the blood off my face and kissed my face where he'd slapped me. Tears welled up in my eyes again and I looked away from him. He honestly thinks he can just do whatever he wants and I'll be fine with it.

He lifted my face towards his and caressed it with his hand. "I already told you didn't I? Disobey me and you should expect punishment for it. Although I may have hit you too hard...I'm sorr-"

Before I could rethink anything, I brought my hand up and slapped across the face, just like he did to me.

He looked at me with his eyes wide, and his mouth fell open. I'm really about to die now.

"Did you just slap me?" He asked, his eyes wide, they weren't red anymore but he looked angry as hell.

"I...I-It was an accident, I didn't mean to," I said, holding up my hands. I was shaking right now, he was going to hit me again, I could tell he was trying to hold back from doing exactly that.

"Are you fucking stupid? Or do you just have a death wish?" Probably both seeing as I ended up in this situation.

I was shocked when I looked up at him, he was smiling so widely, it was scary. "Ah, Isabella, what to do with you now?" He hummed, stretching his hand towards my face, making me flinch. He gently caressed my cheek and ran his hand through my hair.

He pulled on my hair suddenly, making my head jerk upwards. I almost screamed out in pain but he didn't even give me time to register what happened before biting into me again.

Why couldn't he ever warn me before doing that?

His fangs sank deeper into my neck this time, and I could feel the blood trailing down. He licked every single drop of it too. He pulled on my hair again, when I tried to move, making it hurt even more. I knew if I listened to him, it'd probably be hurting less right now but, I couldn't bear with it, how did he expect me to stay still? And how much blood was he actually planning on taking from me?

He let go of my hair, finally, and placed his hands on either side of my hips, grinding me against himself. He looked up at me, licking the blood off his lips and pulled me in, and kissed me.

"Move again this time and I'll do something way worse than slap you." He said looking directly at me. I looked down away from him after a while, my face heated, I really couldn't look him in his eyes.

My mouth let out a small moan as he quickened the pace, and before I realized it, my hips started to move on their own.

"Now that's a good girl," He whispered in my ear, sending tingles down my body. Why did I have to enjoy this too? He just slapped me but I'm not the least bit turned off.

He pushed me down back onto the bed and hovered over me, unzipping his pants in the process. My eyes widened and he chuckled. "What are you scared of now? Don't tell me you honestly thought we were just going to do that?"

I tried to pull myself away from him but he grabbed me and held me down in place. "Don't even think about running away."

"I d-don't want to...." I said quietly, tears welling up in my eyes again, and he laughed.

"You don't want to? What a selfish fucking slut, I could've sworn you were just begging me to touch you, were you not? You moved your hips against me on your own free will didn't you?" He asked, his hand gliding down my body.

"Not even that...you came into my room in the middle of the night half naked... did you really expect me to be able to hold back? Or was that your plan, to just deny me after you got what you wanted?"

"That's not..." Why I was going to say before he cut me off.

"Isn't it though? Who's going to take responsibility for this? Tell me." I didn't want any of this, but he was making it seem like I did. He's always twisting everything I do to fit what he wants, it's unfair.

"But you really want it too, don't you?" He asked, touching me down there, his fingers, sliding into me slowly. "Look how easily that went in."

He thrust his fingers inside me slowly, keeping his eyes trained on me. "Even your face right now shows that you want this. You can't even hide it can you?"

I covered my mouth with my hand just as I was about to let out another moan and it looked away from him. My body was completely reacting to him, I couldn't give in but I don't know how much more I could even take.

"Let's see how long this stubbornness of yours lasts...When I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to fuck you. Let's see how long you can last till you break."

Not very long since I can't even control what I was feeling. His touch alone already sent sparks flying in me and his words on top of that... even though he was being a complete dickhead, I was clinging to everything he said.

"Cole s-stop..." I said breathily, holding onto his forearm, trying to stop him from continuing.

He paused and looked at me, "Don't fucking call me that. What'd I tell you to call me huh?" He asked bending down and gripping my neck. "How many times am I going to have to correct you before you get it into your fucking brain?"

I tapped on his arm when I couldn't breathe but that only made him squeeze tighter. He let go right before I felt like I was about to pass out and I gasped for air.

He sat back on his bed and sighed before grabbing a cup off of his desk and drinking whatever was in it.

"Get out." He said, without looking at me, "And don't make me tell you again."

"But I don't have any clothe..."

He looked at me with a deadly expression on his face before throwing his shirt at me,

"Leave."

And so I did.

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She's a runner she's a track star. She gon run away when it gets hard

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