Chapter 20 - Why Did You Have To Come Back?!

Mona's POV:

He fists his hand on my shirt, and in the blink of an eye he rips it off, leaving me exposed in my front. But in the next blink of an eye, I roll over him, straddling him, with my breasts in plain sight as this is what he has done to me by ripping off my shirt, and my fucking gun is pointed on his forehead in my right hand. He’s laughing.

“I said to let me sleep or I would kill you if you don’t stop, 'love'.” My cold killer stare is narrowed at him. In the room it’s darkness, only the moonlight sheds light on us from the window at my left.

My left hand is on his chest as how I landed on him. Yeah, I’m a skilled bitch. I haven’t trained only my brain with studies while I was abroad all my life….

“Love?” He’s cupping my ass with his hands as yes, I’m on his fucking dick….

He’s relaxed but tensed up with his manhood throbbing under me. I’m dead serious and shut down on emotions. Bad Boy Fucker is naked in his upper part with his perfect abs and broad everything in sight, wearing a pair of dark color satin pajama pants.

I throw my chin at him.

“What? Will you fucking behave, or I shoot you now?”

“May I know from where you took that gun, baby?” He’s feeling my ass and I can see the smirk on his lips and his stare inching my breasts….

“It’s mine. I haven’t taken it from anywhere.” I’m so damn angry on him and I’m itching to shoot him.

My heart is matching his heartbeats I have under my left hand on his chest. My voice is sending my anger and my eyes are for sure spitting fire at him.

His hands go up on my back from my ass, in a slow manner.

You really want me to kill you, don’t you?

“It’s yours…. From where, baby Mona?”

“You don’t stop, do you?”

“Of course not, my love. You’re my baby. But I’m curious on the gun, honey.” He’s in such a husky voice, with a ragged breathing, and an animal stare, ready to pounce on me and fuck me.

If he does that, I’m not certain if I will or won’t shoot him. I can’t even think anymore, just listening to my instincts on his moves. Which is dangerous if I undergo this state….

“Frederik? Don’t play with me, buddy. I’m not in a good state of mind lately and I might shoot you now and regret it later. I’m serious.” I’m breathing with difficulty with my chest moving accordingly as I can’t help it and dizziness is again swarming my head, but I’m steady.

“Do whatever you want, baby…. I can’t fucking take it anymore….”

THIS FUCKER!

“YOU! SON! OF! A! BITCH!”

He has tilted his upper part and he’s kissing my left breast, pressing me against him with his hands from my back. I’m smacking his back with the gun and my left hand is trying to pull his hair at his back to make him fucking stop! I couldn’t fucking shoot him! It seems I do have feelings for him! Any other fucker and the gun would release the shot! I FUCKING HATE MYSELF NOW BECAUSE I COULDN’T FUCKING SHOOT HIM!

My blood is trooping down my veins and my brain has just taken a shot because he’s rocking my nerves!

“FREDERIK!”

He’s with one of his hands feeling my ass and the other keeping my back for him to fondle my nipple with his tongue and kiss it. He’s out and only instincts and I’m losing my fucking mind for I have no ways against his actions!

I CAN’T FUCKING SHOOT HIM! WHY CAN’T I FUCKING SHOOT HIM?! THE GUN IS IN MY FUCKING HAND! IT’S CHARGED! AND I CAN’T FUCKING PRESS THE TRIGGER! UGH! I can’t shoot him…. But I can smack his head with the gun…. MUHAHAHAHA! Oh! I’m crazy, babe! Son of a bitch!

While he’s basking on my breast, lightly squeezing my ass, embracing me with the other arm, pulsating his all under me, having my left hand in a strong grip in his hair, my right hand lifts in the air aside to have velocity and strength to smack his head with the gun and knock him out.

I’m doing it fast, but before my hit collides with his head, he catches my wrist and my eyes pop in rage and my mouth has a small gap. His mouth captures mine and he thrusts his tongue in a hot and hungry kissing, holding my wrist, sending me in craziness.

THE FUCKER HAS SHARP INSTINCTS! FUCK YOU! I JUST WANTED TO SLEEP! NOT TO FUCK YOU! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO COME BACK?! WHY?! FUCK! NO!

He sends me on my back with him on top of me, thrusting between my legs, kissing the hell out of my mouth while I’m a wild horse under him.

Bad Boy Fucker nails my right arm on the bed and slides his hand till my gun and removes it, sending it on the floor, gripping my wrist again, nailing it on the bed as I wanted to punch him. His other hand pulls my left thigh to glue me to his front and now caresses it.

I’m using my free hand to riot on him in slaps, pushes, to pull his hair, but it doesn’t affect him, though I’m no weak woman as I’m a fucking trained one and with a load of experience! But he’s an impossible one!

He laces our fingers on my right hand and I’m forcing my hand against his along with my other hand, pushing his shoulder to send him off me.

But it’s no fucking use as Bad Boy Fucker is so damn heavy and clenched on me. I’m rebelling under him and he’s invested in my mouth, not letting air to pass, conjuring chills down my spine and firing me up with his steamy kissing and slow motion on me.

Jesus Christ…. He’s going to fuck me…. I don’t want that…. No, I don’t want that…. The fuck he’ll use that to fuck me…. That thing won’t enter in me…. Fuck no. I can’t do it….

I feel his manhood in all its glory as he’s having it against my down part, and I don’t agree with that to be inside of me. No fucking way! Whatever sensations and feelings I have because of his being, it doesn’t include his dick!

A wave of dizziness penetrates my head, and because of it I have a flinch in body and a specific movement of my head, halting my everything against Frederik, having cut breaths and feeling a squeeze on the sides of my head. He senses this and stops.

“Baby?” I turn my head aside, taking deep breaths in the attempt to prevent the extension of my state. He’s feeling my face, kissing my left cheek, worried and breathing with heaviness himself, contracting on me.

“Get off me, Frederik….” I’m still trying to regulate my breathing and dizziness is pressing my head, jiggling my vision, and I do hope it won’t end with me passing out like it sometimes happens.