Chapter 6 - I'm Not Your Baby

Mona's POV:

I’m pushing his shoulders, slapping him, trying everything to halt this. I’m stamped on his hard torso, and he’s set on fire, caging me, invading my mouth with his tongue and with hunger battling mine, sending chills down my spine and a rush of heartbeats, getting me so dizzy. No matter what I do to make him get off me works. He’s towering and strong. And I don’t have air anymore to breathe…. Oh…. I would so kill you…. My heart is beating against time.

I’m fisting the sides of his suit jacket on his chest and we’re both in a heavy breathing. He’s forcing the kiss ongoing, tasting my mouth, cupping my face with his blazing touch and his other arm wrapped around my waist. At some point, because I can’t breathe air anymore and because of my dizziness and raptures in my heart, I surrender and accept the kiss, but I feel like dying right now…. I SO HATE YOUR GUTS! JESUS!

The more he kisses me, the more I lose contact with reality. My body is tingling in sensations inside to which my mind is hell against. I don’t realize when he lifts me on him, with my legs and arms wrapped around him, kissing me deep, with passion, with need, holding my ass in a strong grip and the back of my head.

I’m with my left hand squeezing his hair at his back, wanting to make him stop, but when he feels I want to yank myself from the kiss, he keeps me with his hand to not do it. There are flames consuming us in all this and I can’t believe I’m arrested in all this with him.

I’ve never kissed before. Nope. I’ve kept every single male at distance and under friendship. I’m not the type to fall in love or dream of nonsense. I’m set on reason and life priorities, study and all that. Yes, obviously, I’m still a virgin. By choice. I’m the only one who knows I’m still a virgin.

He’s contracted and blazing, enveloping me in his craziness, breathing his chest against mine. We’re having same demented rates in heartbeats, kissing each other like we’re lovers since forever and seeing each other for the first time after a long time of absence. However, my mind….

I fucking loathe you…. I’ll so kill you…. You’re dead…. Doing this to me…. And you don’t fucking stop! Bastard…. You won’t win…. Even if I sign the contract…. I’ll have to sign it now…. I don’t have the money…. But you won’t have me like this…. No. I’m not going to fuck you…. Oh yeah…. I’ll punish you in blood…. You need to pay for all this…. Fuck yes…. Though he drives me insane with his kissing and touch…. Never felt like this…. Fuck…. He’s penetrating my senses…. God….

The fucker is slowing down the kissing, kissing my lower lip, while I open my eyes with blood lust marked in them, breathing with difficulty, squeezing his hair with my left hand at refusal. His eyes are an intoxicated cocktail of green shades. “Was that explanatory enough, baby?” Yeah. You want to fuck me. I get it. SON OF A BITCH! I’ve just slapped his face with thirst.

“Yes. Very explanatory. Put me down, fucker. NOW!” He’s with a ragged breathing himself, head aside, chuckling for the slap, pressing me against his front by my ass, and with his other hand caressing my back. I’m in a major conflict inside as on one hand I want to fucking kill him, and on the other my body is responding to him. But I go with the first side, the rejecting and killing him one.

He turns the cocktail of green shades back into my eyes with a sexy smirk. I’m pushing his left shoulder to get down. Oh! I’ll so torture your ass! PUT ME DOWN! You’ll see what type of wife you’ve forced on you! I’m very crazy! “No, baby. I think I need to give you more samples for you to understand….” FUCK YOU! NO! Yeah, he has grabbed me into a rerun of what we had, with same hunger, and I’m going against him to no avail as I can’t peel myself from him!

The kissing goes on lengthy degrees, and I don’t know how much time has passed since I’m in the fucker’s office. What I’m sure of, though, is that our marriage? It’s going to be HELL on EARTH for him. Oh yeah….

After another thirsty slap to his face, another chuckle and sexy smirk from him, and some mad creature stares from me, he gives me the marriage contract to read and sign it. He has already signed it.

My blood is in flip-flops down my veins, and my heart is ravaging my chest. “You’ll so regret this, Shawn.” I’m reading the fucking contract.

“Mmm…. I’m sure I won’t, baby.” I don’t raise my eyes at him but I’m contracting my jawline.

“I’m not your baby, Shawn.” I’m turning the page.

“Yes, you are.” THIS FUCKER! I kill him with my angry stare.

“No, I’m not! This is forced marriage! Not my want! And don’t expect me to be with you as a normal wife! I won’t!” He’s in a bad boy smirk with a narrowed, lustful, vicious stare at me. “And what’s with all this not able to divorce thingy?! You can’t expect me to be married to you per life! You’ve got to be kidding me right now! I fucking have a boyfriend!” I don’t have a boyfriend! But I won’t stay married to him per life!

“A boyfriend? No, you don’t.” I DO! He’s in a killer stare at me, with a raging breathing, but he’s keeping himself under control.

“Yes, I do. Why? Did you think I don’t have? I’m 26! Of course I do have one! And I’m sure you have your own women! I don’t care about that. You can have. It’s not like we’ll have a real marriage. But please, drop the no divorce clause. I do have my own private life. And you’ll have it as well. Make it for a short period of time. I promise I’ll give you the money back, Shawn. When I’ll return the money to you, then we can have a divorce. Just give in on this. I already hate marrying you.” I’m honest about everything, lying only on the boyfriend and private life, but not showing the lie on my face or in my speech. And of course, I don’t care about him having other women as I won’t have sex with him. So, he can do whatever on that side as long as I’m not involved with him sexually. For sure I won’t allow him to take my fucking virginity! No fucking way!

“Baby? I don’t have other women since last month. And no, I won’t have other women. And no, you won’t have another man or others. Don’t play with that. And no, the divorce thingy stays. Everything in that contract stays. There’s no game here as you said at the beginning. I want you as my wife as in my wife with all it involves. You need no return of money to me. I’m your husband.” FUCK YOU! He’s so controlling to not yell at me for what I said with the boyfriend and women part, but his eyes and grimace say a million words. He’s so damn angry. I cast my rebel and no-good stare at him, flaring under my nostrils.