"You have quite the imagination," I chuckle at her words. "Is that what you want, Y/n?" I inquire in a smooth voice as I push her further into the room. "You want me to strip you? Take off your dress so I can see what?" I ask snidely. "Your scars? Your ugliness?"
She visibly flinches at my words, looking as if I'd struck her. "What… How…" she stammers, shaking her head.
"Do you think I'd be attracted to that? Do you think you'd be able to seduce me with that?" I continue on a derisive chuckle, noting the shudder that goes through her and realizing I've hit the mark. "Let's see," I say as I push her until her back hits the wall, her body reeling.
I take advantage of her disorientation to trail my hand down the bodice of her dress, grabbing on to the silky material and tugging it down.
Her arm goes to her chest, trying to cover herself while she renews her struggles to get out of my hold.
"Come on, show me. Show me how you're going to seduce me with that body of yours," I taunt her, pulling down with enough force that the material gives way, the sound of a tear rippling in the room.
She gasps, her mouth wide open as she stares at me in shock.
The tear is small, but it reveals the area from her neck to her cleavage— an entire expanse of unblemished skin.
Her tight hold against her chest only serves to emphasize the swell of her breasts more, the sight so tantalizing it gives me pause.
"You're vile," she spits out, thrashing in my hold. "Let me go," she speaks through gritted teeth, her eyes flashing angrily at me.
"Yes, I'm vile." I smirk, enjoying her discomfort. "I'm so vile, Y/n, you're going to rue the day you met me."
Without waiting for her reply, I maneuver her around, twirling her until her front is flush against the wall, her back to me.
Yes, it's better if I eliminate all temptation, focusing on her humiliation instead.
"Let me go," she breathes out, squirming under me.
"Why? It was your idea, wasn't it?" I drawl, the sound of her pulse combined with her errant breath the only noise in the room. "Now you've made me curious," I chuckle. "Show me those scars, Y/n. Show me that outer ugliness that reflects the inside."
A whimper escapes her as she stops struggling. I pull harshly on her gown, the material tears once more and falls to her waist. Finally, I'm met by what I was searching for. Stripes of pink reddish skin cover her upper back, the gnarly scars just as ugly as I'd imagined.
Yes, there is karma. And it's slowly catching up with her.
"Is this it?" I ask in a brusque tone, my fingers tracing the bumpy skin. Goosebumps erupt all over her skin as I touch her, a sob penetrating the air.
"Stop," she pleads in a small voice.
"What was that?"
"Stop, please," she sniffles, her body trembling under my touch.
Dropping her hand, I step back, watching as she crumbles to the floor, her chest heaving with every labored breath.
"Come on," I tell her. "Seduce me," I taunt, crossing my arms over my chest and watching her closely.
She whips her head up, her eyes angrily glaring at me. Tears coat her lashes while some make their way down her cheeks. One hand on the ground, she's using the other to hold on to her bodice. Sprawled on the floor like that, she looks almost enticing—almost.
"I'm waiting," I raise an eyebrow, quietly daring her.
Her nostrils flare as she stares at me, her arms trembling slightly.
Just when I think she's going to give up and beg me to leave her alone, she surprises me by slowly getting up. Still holding to the material of her dress, she takes a wobbly step in front of me.
I lean back, waiting to see her next move—a part of me hoping she'll actually try to seduce me.
Her eyes never leave mine as she stops in front of me. Before I can register what she means to do, her palm connects with my cheek.
The slap resounds in the quiet room, and I'm too stunned to do anything but watch her.
"You're vile," she repeats, her small hand balled into a fist that she brings against my chest in a light punch. She keeps hitting, the rage bottled within her seemingly having reached the surface.
The corner of my mouth tugs up as I let her continue for a few seconds, simply watching her wildly seek to harm me, though her fists are nothing more than a light caress against my skin.
"I'm disappointed, Y/n," I tsk at her as I grab her fist, stopping its advance. "Is vile the only word you know? I'm sure you can come up with something better," I smirk at her.
Her lips tremble in frustration at my amused expression, and without thinking, she raises her other hand, aiming to hit me again.
I catch it, gathering both her wrists in my hand, her fragility always managing to astound me—how something so delicate could hide so much malice.
"Let go," she utters angrily, her expression filled with animosity.
Well, well, it seems my little liar has a backbone after all.
And…
Lacking support, the material of her gown falls, pooling around her waist, her smooth, heavy breasts naked as she continues to thrash against me, each movement making the round globes bounce against her ribcage.
I can't help the way my eyes are drawn to the expanse of perfect skin that peeks out, her breasts beautifully formed and begging for attention as her nipples pebble right under my gaze.
Fuck…
Her mouth is parted in shock as she looks down at her semi-naked body, and then back to me.
As much as I'd like to, it's impossible to wrench my gaze away from her. I swallow hard, my body feeling uncomfortably tight under the confines of my clothes. My breath comes out in short spurts, beads of sweat accumulating on my forehead.
"Are you done staring?" Her voice snaps me out of my reverie, the vehemence behind her tone catching me by surprise—again.
Given her state of dishabille, I would have thought she'd get shy, maybe cry some more. Certainly not behaving like this.
"No. As a matter of fact, I'm not. Why don't you turn a little? I didn't catch the profile."
"You're an asshole," she mutters aggressively, pushing against my hold.
"Wow," I drawl. "Good job, little liar. You just discovered a new word,"
I say just as I release her.
She reels back, but she catches herself quickly. Instead of covering herself up, though, she pushes her chin up, giving me a defiant stare and turning to show me her profile.
"Like what you see?" she asks on a mocking tone. "Oh," her voice goes up a notch, her hand flying to her mouth as she feigns a shocked expression. "It seems that you do." There's a smug smile on her face as she points to the bulge in my pants and the visible outline of my erection.
My jaw clenches, my physical reaction to her a blasphemy, my own body betraying me in the worst manner.
"It's just a pair of tits, sweetheart," I snarl. "Don't flatter yourself, you're nothing special."
"Just a pair of tits?" she repeats, amused. "Sure, sweetheart." A derisive smile tugs at her lips. "A pair of tits that doesn't leave you unaffected, it seems," she shrugs, her tits bouncing again with each move and drawing my attention to them once more, my eyes fixed to her pink nipples.
She clears her throat, tapping her foot as she looks at me with a raised brow, making no effort to cover herself. In fact, she's proudly standing there, daring me to keep looking.