Fixated Page 4

  Suddenly, he steps forward, stops a few feet from me, and begins doing his predatory stalking thing around me.

  I start trembling, my mind dissolving into chaos. What the fuck is he doing here? Now it hits me why he wasn’t at his wedding reception. He was here waiting for me the entire time. And he’s been busy.

  Someone must have delivered my luggage, because from where I’m standing, I can see Drake has really been busy. He has emptied my luggage. My shoes, clothes, and accessories are scattered all over the couches and tables as if he has been examining each item. My books and diaries are open; and it’s obvious he’s been reading them.

  But that’s not what makes me almost collapse to the floor with desire. It’s the sight of my worn panties rumpled in his hand in a way that shows he has been burying his nose in it. I want to beg him to bury his nose and skilled mouth in between my legs. Oh god, I want him so badly. I hug myself, finding it hard to think coherently.

  Knowing that he’s watching me and absorbing my every move as his blood pumps with anger for me is so damn fucking erotic. I squeeze my thighs together as the pressure intensifies in my belly and my wetness begins to flow. Can we just fuck? I don’t want to talk, or think, or do anything else for that matter. I just want him to fuck me mad.

  “Where. Have. You. Been?” Drake thunders. “For three years, I searched everywhere for you. Where the fuck were you?” He screams so loudly that his voice reverberates through the apartment, slicing through the sound of the wind and drizzling rain.

  Confusion slips past sexual desire. Where have I been? Why does he care? I know he hates being ignored so I do just that. I focus on anything else in the room as I very slowly remove my coat. I’m not surprised by how handicapped I’m behaving in his presence; he’s always been able to do that to me. It’s as if that small action has become as difficult as diffusing a bomb.

  “Answer me! You better fucking answer me, Scarlett!” he shouts with desperation, squeezing his fists so hard that every vein in his muscular biceps look as if they are about to pop.

  This stirs something deep within me. What gives him the right to walk in here and demand answers from me? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? “You are fucking with me, right?” I burst out, suddenly feeling as if my mental band is going to snap because of the events of the day. What is all this shit about where have I been? I left because he wanted me to!

  “What did you say?” he thunders and suddenly starts banging his fist against his forehead. Over and over, he hits himself as he screams my name repeatedly while he paces the room like a wounded animal. “You talk as if this … all of this, was fine to you. How could you do this to me, Scarlett? How could you leave me? You of all people!”

  Red charges through my vision, and I just can’t control myself. “Hey! Cut the bullshit, all right? I left because you asked me to leave-“

  His face falls completely blank. “I asked you to leave?” he repeats, bewildered. “You … hateful, evil-“

  “What? Bitch? Go ahead and call me a bitch,” I shout.

  “I hate you. I swear to God, I hate you! How can you stand there and tell me that stupid worthless fight was why you gave up on us? Does that make any fucking sense to you?”

  “Yes! Fucking yes.” Hot tears fall down my cheeks as memories of his angry words cutting through my soul that night on the beach come back. “You ended it that night. You have no right to look at me like that, or come in here like this! You, Drake, are the one who’s getting married or is married, or whatever!”

  With a crazed bellow, he launches his fist into a glass shelf, shattering it into pieces. He lets out a pained groan and I’m not surprised when I see the bright red color of blood on his hand. “You knew I was getting married and you didn’t try to stop me?” he says. “How dare you-“

  “How dare I what?” I can’t stand still anymore. Digging my hands into my hair, I begin to pace the room.

  He charges towards me with startling speed, forcing me to stumble back. For the quickest of seconds, I see a look in his eyes that convey how badly he wants to hurt me.

  I understand it, because I want to hurt him too. I wonder if he will hit me. Our turbulent relationship has had its share of violence, even though he has always been the one on the receiving end. Suddenly, I remember the time I stabbed him with my fork and he refused to let anyone treat the wound except me. Drake said if I wanted him to bleed to death that was fine; that he didn’t want to live if I didn’t want him to.

  When he said things like that, I could understand the feelings beneath the words that he couldn’t convey. I felt the same way. That always assured me that we were meant for each other.

  I stare into his exquisite eyes now, wondering how I could have been wrong.

  Drake grabs my chin with his bleeding hands. His eyes are a wild fire green as they search my face. “It’s you. It’s really you.”

  I close my eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. Oh God! To feel his touch again after so long. He grabs tighter, causing me pain, but it’s a sweet kind of pain that sends torrents of delicious volcanic pleasure down my spine.

  His bleeding hand slides down and closes over my throat. “How could you leave me?” he screams with desperation. “How could you leave me?”

  Taken back, I recoil from his venom. But I’m at my limit; I can’t fight him anymore. I breakdown, letting the tears of the past three years flow all they want.

  A strangled sound escapes Drake’s lips as he watches me, his entire body shaking. It’s as if he wants to comfort me but doesn’t know how. Slowly, carefully, he leads my head into his chest.

  I melt into him, sobbing hard because it feels so good to be where I belong. To be home. To be in his arms.

  “Oh Scarlett,” he cries. “My Scarlett.”

  I close my eyes, and let everything go. This is what I want, to hear him call me ‘my Scarlett’ again. So what’s the cause of the rolling ball in my chest then? It’s obvious: because things have changed. He can’t really call me ‘My Scarlett’ anymore. He was just about to marry another woman. An action that would have made sure I would never be his Scarlett. I haven’t been with any other man in the past three years we’ve been apart. Yet, here he is, way past that bridge, and is even engaged. And he has the audacity to call me his Scarlett? Blinding anger overcomes me and I try to shift from his hold.

  He growls and yanks me back into his arms, making me lose every thought in my head.

  He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back. “Anywhere you go in this world, I will find you. Do you understand me, Scarlett? You belong to me. Your pussy is mine.”

  His other hand travels to the front and he runs his fingers along my lips roughly. “My soul needs you. It needs it’s other half. I want to drink you, eat you, my Scarlett.”

  I can’t breathe. My body is on fire. My mind is useless. I can’t remember why I was angry. All that matters is Drake and the throbbing pleasure he’s forcing into my body.

  Dazed, I open my mouth, and take his fingers in, sucking and tasting him as if my life depends on it.

  He growls deep in his chest, and suddenly grabs the top of my evening gown and rips it down the middle with just one movement.

  Taken aback, I glance down at my body. I’m in just my panties, bra, and the pair of nude stilettos I wore for his wedding reception. I can’t stop trembling as Drake yanks off my bra, letting my heavy breasts spill free.

  I’m caught off guard, and wrap my arms around my body, a knee jerk reaction.

  “Don’t hide yourself from me!” he pries my hands away from my body. Then his lips are suddenly on my neck, hot, wet, and flowing with fire. He starts kissing the bare skin of my back hungrily, pushing his face into my skin as if he wants to melt into me. Drake grabs both my breast in his hands and squeezes so hard that I cry from the pain.

  I try to shift away from him, stunned by the assault of desire flowing through me. Drake growls his anger in response. He squeezes my tits harder, and pulls me in
to his body by tugging on the generous flesh of each breast. Before I can even react, he snarls and buries his face in my neck. He sucks and then bites down hard.

  The sudden violence makes me completely lose it. I bring my fists down on his chest and shoulders with all my strength, and continue hitting until he lets me go. How dare he do this?

  Staggering back, I shoot my hands forward to steady myself. Once again, I can’t help but feel as if I’m always on the losing end when it comes to him. He has no right to be handling me in this manner. He’s the one getting married!

  “You bastard, you are getting married! Or did you forget about that?”

  He grabs me again, and this time I slap him hard enough to turn his head. “Don’t touch me. Fuck you, Drake, fuck you!”

  His body jerks with tension; he pushes me away, and starts tearing at his clothes.

  “Fuck me? That’s fine. You are going to,” he mutters darkly, his lips trembling. His gaze is scorching hot, his face tight and hard with determination.

  Oh shit. My anger is great and wide, but dear god, the raw carnal energy bursting from his words and body as he strips destroys everything else.

  My nipples harden into bullets and my breasts suddenly feel too heavy. I tremble violently, and a heated ache pools between my legs as I imagine us fucking. I know I should turn around, run away do anything. This isn’t right.

  But I can’t. The thought that Drake would be naked before me is too much temptation. I watch, as if in a trance, as he yanks his pants down and his huge cock tumbles out.

  My legs weaken and I almost pass out. His cock is just as beautiful as I remember: tanned, thick, and long with large veins. The gorgeous birthmark by its broad head is still there. I start salivating just from the throbbing rock hardness of it. Moisture drips from the swollen slit now, and I suddenly feel thirstier that I’ve ever been.

  Oh God, I’ve missed him so much, so fucking much. I pivot, forcing myself to stare at anything but his glorious naked body. But, nothing in this world can come close to the magnificence of Drake naked. Of his gorgeous, thick cock winking at me, as if it’s trying to convey how much it has missed me.

  Shit. What am I thinking? I reach for the door handle, realizing now that it was a mistake to attempt to share air with this man in the first place.

  He’s fast, because moments later I feel him come up behind me. His palms make a bang as they flatten to the wood on either side of my head, trapping me.

  A moan escapes my lips as my body cries out, straining, and yearning to be one with his. Hot blows of arousal gather at my core, imprisoning me.

  With Drake this close, nothing in the world make sense. His aura, his tangible force, and just all of him is everywhere around me. He’s the only thing I can breathe and see.

  “You are never leaving me again,” he says, his breath hot on my neck as his powerful body vibrating with desperate heat and hunger for mine.

  “Drake,” I cry, my legs giving out.

  “Scarlett,” he moans in response and yanks me into his naked body.

  A wave of dizziness overcomes my mind. God, the man is on fire. Literally. Scorching heat oozes from his skin, passes through the fabric of my dress, then onto my skin, and continues until it is buried deep in my heart. I’m on fire. I want his hands, his mouth, his cock. I want his everything.

  He grabs my arms and shakes me so hard that my teeth snap together. “How could you leave me?”

  “I don’t know,” I scream, tears falling down my cheeks.

  A sob burst out of his chest and he buries his face into my neck. Drake crushes me in his arms, making it impossible for me to breathe. Then his hands are roaming every inch of my body, squeezing, pinching, grabbing until he reaches my hips. He forcefully cups my pussy, sending a jolt of pained pleasure through me.

  Drake’s on his knees now, and a sob burst out of his body, sending vibrations through both of us. “I need you to breathe, Scarlett. I always have,” he stammers. “How could you leave me? If I wronged you, why didn’t you just tell me? I would never leave you. No matter what you do to me in this world, I will never leave you.”

  I’m too weak to speak, think, or do anything. I just continue murmuring his name repeatedly.

  “Yes, my love, I’m here,” he chants repeatedly. Drake tugs at my lace panties all the while biting and licking the insides of my bare thighs.

  I moan; my breathing harsh and erratic. I dig my hands into his silky black hair and clutch tight, pulling him to me. Everything in me wants all of him.

  He bites the swollen curve of my ass, squeezes my thighs, then he grabs each of my cheek in his hand and pries open.

  I scream when his tongue glides in between my ass. He lets his tongue start from the bottom and lick all the way down, then again, and again.

  My head falls back, and my limbs weaken from the tornado of explosive erotic pleasure burning through me. Drake’s tongue is killing me softly. I try to push him away, but I’m only pulling him closer, and rocking my ass into his face.

  “Just as I remembered … this pussy, my pussy. So wet, hot, and fucking soft. Oh god, Scarlett,” he cries. “I went crazy without you. I went mad. I thought I would die.” He circles my clit and sucks brutally hard and fast, his breath furiously hot. “Part your thighs,” he growls, still on his knees as he fucks my pussy and ass with his tongue.

  I do as he say, shamelessly arching my hips for more. He cups all of my ass cheeks in his big hands so that his thumbs are free to work on my pussy. Then he parts my slick folds with his thumb, and sticks his tongue deep inside me. His lips suckle my clit over and over, making me scream words I can’t even understand.

  My body shakes, every muscle in me going limp from the exquisite, illicit pleasure hovering over me. Tears slip down my cheeks, but they are happy tears, joyful ones.

  I feel as if I’ll die if I can’t experience this again. The way he’s ravishes and abuses my body. The way he grabs, squeezes, and twists my flesh. The way he makes it very clear that I am vital to him. That he needs to eat me, to worship me, for him to exist.

  This is Drake. This is what he does to me. He breaks me and he makes me. His touch gives me everything.

  He bites down on my clit again and this time ecstatic pain shoots up my spine, and the waves of orgasms spring to life.

  Drake feels it to because suddenly he brings both of his palms down on my ass. Hard. I scream, the pain unexpected.

  “Come for me, my love! Come in my mouth, I want to drink it all,” he growls.

  The orgasm bursts out of me. I cry out, pumping my pussy into his mouth with all my strength. Nothing else matters. Except this primal connection, this quivering pleasure, and exquisite euphoria. My body convulses around his tongue, over and over.

  Drake doesn’t relent; he continues tonguing me, drinking every drop of my juices hungrily

  “Scarlett,” he says suddenly in a heated voice.

  I peep at him and gasp. His brilliant green eyes tear into mine, chilling me to the bone. “If you ever leave me again, I will kill myself.”

  Holding my gaze, he stands, pulls me up, and spins me around. He crushes me into his body and buries his face in my hair. “Scarlett,” he inhales deeply, as if he wants to take my scent into him. “I am going to fuck you so deeply you won’t ever be able to leave me again.”

  I quake with anticipation, and his biceps tighten around my breast. Drake is the only man that can get me so aroused that I ache for the familiar soreness of his large cock battering me.

  He arches my spine, yanks my ass higher, and positions his thick cock at my entrance. The smoothness of it, the memories of how tight his cock always stretches my pussy, it’s too much to bear.

  I want him now. Trembling, I peek at his cock again. Oh god. It’s definitely going to hurt going in. I’m going to need time to adjust to him, but I know I can take him. Fuck it, I have to take all of him. I don’t care about my own self-preservation.

  “You are looking at it? You want it
, babe? You want my dick inside you? He says in furious gasps as he rubs my entrance with his head.

  “Yes, please, yes,” I pant.

  “It’s your dick, my love. You are going to take my cum really quick before I can thoroughly fuck you. Will you do that for me?

  “Yes,” I plead.

  “Hmm, my sweet love. Here you go, take it!” he impales me with one violent plunge.

  I scream loud to the heavens, and lift my hips to meet his powerful thrust. Once. Twice. Thrice. Shit. It feels so fucking good. I can’t remember anything, not even my own name.

  Ragged sounds burst out of Drake’s mouth, and violent shudders wreck his muscular frame.

  “Oh god, I missed you … fuck, my love!” he yells, his voice breaking into sobs as he crushes me into his arms. I feel unusually hot moisture on my cheeks and shoulders, and I know he’s crying. I’m crying too. I understand the gravity of everything he’s feeling, yet, seeing the pain on his face breaks me.

  My heart hurts from how beautiful, broken, and shattered he is. Knowing I caused that pain makes it hard for me to breathe. It makes me want him more. I watch in awe as his big muscular body trembles as he starts to ejaculate hard and hot inside me.

  He screams my name as waves of ecstasy swallow his body. His giant cock swells, stretching my pussy beyond belief, and he spurts his hot semen into the depths of my body, thrusting viciously the entire time.

  “Shit. Fuck, Scarlett! So sweet. So. Fucking. Sweet,” he rasps incoherently, saying my name as if he is uttering a prayer.

  Growling, he turns my head and kisses me hard, bruising the fuck out of my mouth. He buries his hands in my hair, fisting it roughly, as the muscle of his tongue plunges aggressively down my throat. We kiss like deranged fools. Licking, sucking, and biting hard enough until we taste each other’s blood.

  “Fuck me, Drake,” I beg into his mouth.

  He complies. Instantly, he begins riding me so quick and hard that the wooden walls and glass furniture start shaking.