14 Chapter 14: But bites.

"I refuse." I crossed my arms and looked at Don stubbornly.

His forest green eyes darkened; looking completely unamused he got up from the bed and strutted over to me. his chiseled frame towered over me like a mountain;

"Strip." He repeated a lack of patience evident in his voice. I rolled my eyes and got up from the floor; Dusting myself off I got up in his personal space.

"And if I refuse?" I said mockingly. He leaned down and got in my face while wearing a cold expression.

"Then I'll strip you myself." I eyed him then said; putting space between us

"I think not." It was then he grabbed me by the arm and proceeded to roughly undress me. I struggled against him and he began to speak.

"There is blood on your clothes and there was some on the ground. Do you expect me to believe he didn't bite you even once?!" Don's voice boomed; rattling my nerves as he pulled off my last article of clothing.

We stared at each other in silence for a long moment. My body was still sensitive from Amos' punishment; And now Don was looking at me exposed. I could feel the wetness building up and I looked away embarrassed; I tried to cover my private areas as I wiggled beneath Don's probing gaze.

He circled around me and I didn't dare to move; After a few minutes he stopped with a confused look.

" He didn't bite you?"Don's voice was full of disbelief. Then with sudden force, he dragged me over and pushed me onto the bed; without pause he lifted my arms.

"What are you doing?!" I said in surprise.

"Being more thorough." He then parted my legs and the witness I tried to hide was revealed. He paused with an unreadable expression on his face and I covered my face in shame and embarrassment. I laid there fully on display as he pulled and pushed about at my flesh.

"Exactly what did he do to you if he didn't bite you?" I could feel myself soaking as I reluctantly remembered everything. My voice quivered when I spoke.

" H-he used his mouth for something else.." there was an unbearably long silence then; Don's face was absolutely indecipherable.

"What else?" His voice was careful as if he were restraining himself. I nervously looked down between my legs before looking away quickly.

"It doesn't matter! I'm not bitten so.." I moved to get up and Don pushed me back down; his forest green eyes seemed to hold a storm as he loomed over me;

"It does." He replied quickly.

I was reaching my limit. I was confused with an absolute need of release. It was either he stopped with his antics or I vented all my frustrations on him. God was that even possible?!

Don slipped his fingers through mine and began to lean in for what I was sure was a kiss.

"What are you doing?!" I screeched in sudden panic. Don seemed taken aback and he sat up with a shaky breath. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment as if trying to gage each other's reactions; then as if deciding on something Don got up and off the bed with a snort and said.

"Yeah what am I doing?" He shook his head; then grabbed and placed one of the pillows from our wagon on the loveseat. He laid down and closed his eyes.

"Turn off the lamp." He said in a dull tone.

What was that all about?! My mouth dropped and I stared at him.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" He said, this time sounding annoyed. I got up in aggravation and shut off the lamp; feeling a sudden chill I ran and huddle underneath the beds blanket for warmth. Why are men so confusing? Thinking about this I drifted off into sleep before I realized it.