Author's POV

He drew to her with threat and the atmosphere grew thicker. The natural task of breathing became harder for the both of them.

"I not leaving until I get what I want!" His voice was low, bound with malice and provocation.

"I said get out Laurent!" Her voice lost its authority with a quiver woven between each of her words.

"You say you sorry, and I leave!"

Victoria thought for a second and put her hands up before blurting, "Okay, fine! Sorry! You happy?! Now fucking leeeave!"

He recognized the mockery she made of his demand and knew her words were anything but genuine. She sucked in air involuntarily. He was becoming too much for her to endure in such close proximity and she needed him gone. She needed space from him.

"No, I not happy! You know you not really mean that. Now say it like you do! I want you for be sincere!"

She was like a snake as he played his pungi flute, lost in his gaze. She snapped out of the spell he was bringing her under with his beastly eyes. They told of his anger and his need, enveloped in one.

"Yo, get the fuck out before I-"

"Before you what, girl?!" He stepped closer, intimidating her. 

"Oh, now I'm a girl!"

He looked down at her rising and falling breasts again.

"Oki then! BOY!" He smirked, waiting for her backlash, knowing it was soon to follow.

It surprised him when she reached her hand up to slap him across his face, but his reaction was too fast for her. He grabbed her wrist, and she went to repeat her move, her other hand intending to reach its target this time, which was his cheek. Once again, he caught her wrist before it landed. This really pissed him off.

Laurent maneuvered both wrists to one of his hands, large enough to accommodate both with ease. He grabbed at her jaw, his thumb on one side of her face and the rest of his fingers on the other side and squeezed.

"You just try for hit me?!" His face twisted up in disbelief. In resentment, he rammed her back into the wall, her wrists pinned tightly down by one of his large hands over her head. She could feel the circulation slowly being cut off at her hands.

She shuttered.

He released her jaw, slamming his palm on the wall beside her head, causing her to jump. They stared at each other, breathing heavily. 

Victoria looked down and saw the obvious bulge trapped in his backward jeans. He looked down to see what she was staring at, only then noticing that he was getting hard. Their eyes trailed back up to meet again. 

His eyes traveled to her heaving chest as it rose and fell. Her nipples grew hard as they stuck out through the thin silky material. He licked his lips. She followed his eyes to see what was keeping them so occupied. Her breath hitched when she realized what was happening to her as well. 

They couldn't comprehend this erotic occurrence. She fought against him to free her hands, but it was no use. He studied her face, reading displeasure, want, and lust. He grabbed around her small waist, pulling her body in to meet his and dove down to connect her lips with his own, both letting out a moan. 

Breaking their shared kiss, they gasped for air that seemed to be too thin in the room in this moment and glared at one another. The reality of it all caught them by surprise, but a spark of fire was ignited and it wouldn't die down. It only grew larger as if someone was blowing on it, feeding it the oxygen it so desperately needed to stay alive. 

She collided her lips into his this time, not being able to take the tension anymore. They turned the popular fencing sport into an erotic mouth game. They battled each other, using their tongues as swords. 

He released her wrists, the hunger unawarely provoking him to grab the outside of her thighs and hoist her up in one swift motion. Her thick legs wrapped around his lean waist, clasping her ankles together as if it were a magnetic lock. 

Laurent cradled her soft ass in his hands as he walked over to the kitchen area and sat her on the bar countertop.

They released their kiss. 

He looked into her eyes with a lowered head, his breath too fast for his own liking. He couldn't slow it down as his adrenaline pumped at full force, "So you hate me, yes? And you still non say sorry for me?"

Victoria still looked pissed, but her body disobeyed the portrayal she tried so hard to give him. 

She said nothing. 

She didn't trust herself to open her mouth and let words come out. She sighed deeply, with tight lips, flared nostrils, and squinting eyes.

"So you not say nothing, huh?"

More silence.

He sat up straight, piercing his lips out of frustration. He had enough of her fucking mind games. Laurent was disappointed at her silence, but he was going to get what he came for.

"Oki, you non want for talk and you non want for apologize, I force it out of you!"

His hands danced gently in the back of her hair. He made a fist, yanking her head back and attacked her neck with strength and urgency. The stinging from her scalp mixed with the gentleness of his mouth was intoxicating. She loved it, but she refused to give him the confirmation of the bliss he was giving her.

The skin under his tongue felt softer than he had imagined it would be.

He wanted more than an apology from her. 

He wanted to be the reason she moaned.

He wanted to make her scream. 

He wanted to make her call out his name. 

He wanted her to tell him when she was cumming for him. 

He wanted to be the cause of her entire unraveling.

He wanted to make her his and no one else's.

He wasn't stepping a foot out of that door until all of those things were fulfilled. 

Laurent could tell that she was holding back. He knew she was turned on and upset just as much as he was, if not more. His cock strained against the two layers of fabric that held his hard-on hostage, preventing it from sticking straight out as it was supposed to do naturally. It ached him so badly. 

He let go of her hair and grabbed one of her legs, prompting her ankles to unclasp around his waist and reached down to readjust his discomfort, although it didn't help.

She was fucking livid with Laurent. Right now, it wasn't because she was thinking of the way he had treated her after all these months.

She was livid with him because of the way her body responded to the feeling of his member, thick, hard, and wanting on her sensitive center. 

She was livid because he pulled away from her when all she wanted to do was feel it rubbing against her again. 

"You want me bebe?" he asked into her neck, already knowing the answer. He wasn't expecting to hear what she said though. 

"No!"

She put her hand on his forehead and shoved him away with force.

He stumbled back a bit and met her eyes, looking agitated at her response and her reaction. Victoria was like a terrorist under interrogation, and she just wouldn't break. He shook his head and unexpectedly pulled roughly at the tie holding her robe together and it fell open. 

His teeth instantly captured his bottom lip as she gasped. He didn't mean to let out the groan that escaped from his throat. He ogled with greed at her beautiful nudity and he couldn't help it. 

Unwillingly, her breasts were bare and she arched the dip in her back under his gaze, her nipples tightening and growing. 

They begged to be introduced to his warm mouth, like a fan meeting their favorite celebrity for the first time.

Laurent lunged at her swollen orbs, and she pushed him away again. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her sides and she tried to wriggle out of his grasp. She was fighting a battle that was already lost. He slowly embraced her nipples like a fly trap. He breathed heavily as his nose met her skin while he sucked.

Victoria let out her second moan of the night, and he was the cause of it. He promised himself inwardly that it wouldn't be the last. 

The sound of her vocal cords, laced with such want and need for him, drove him insane. Laurent attacked her bosom, wanting to hear more from her. He let go of her wrists and held her ample mounds, capturing a needy nipple between his teeth and bit at it. Pain and thrill shot through her.

"You mother fucker!"

She grabbed at his twists, crashing her lips into his and bit down, piercing his flesh. He took a step back and let out a sound that varied between a howl and groan. 

They stared at each other in anger, panting wildly.

He swiped his tongue across his  damaged skin and tasted the saltiness of blood. 

He loved it. 

He wanted more as he hungrily stepped forward again and chased her tongue. He was high and her mouth was the morphine he needed to satisfy his craving.

He released her lips and looked her in the eyes again.

"I say, you want me bebe?" 

This time she remained silent, knowing she couldn't lie to him.  She looked at his mouth, almost feeling sorry for what she'd just done.

Laurent watched as her eyes drifted down to his mouth. He placed his middle finger on the open wound at his bottom lip and brought it into his view. He looked down to see a light red hue on his fingertip. 

He chuckled and shook his head, then mumbled, "You fucking bitch!"

He sucked at the blood coming from his bottom lip once he felt the throbbing kick in. It hurt so good.

She liked to play rough and he was enjoying this game of cat and mouse. Emotions were high; the anger and lust were like yin&yang. One somehow balanced the other. Neither of them had experienced such paradoxical passions before, mingled into one. Not only were these feelings polar opposites, they were the strongest out of all human affections.  

His voice was hushed, low, and raspy, "You no have for answer me. I know you fucking want me." He kissed her jaw, then spoke in her ear. He could tell it was her spot, by the way goosebumps began to chase from her shoulder down to her arms.

"You wet for me Victoria? You want me for still go?"

He wasn't looking in her eyes this time, so it was easy for her to lie to him.

"No, I'm not wet, and yes, I want you to fucking leave!" Her voice sounded so unsure, so breathy, and he fed off of the vulnerable energy he sensed from her. He leaned back and shook his head, staring her down. 

Without breaking eye contact, he placed his hands on both her knees and tried to pull them apart, but she fought him. Her eyes furrowed as she looked at him, mirroring his own expression. 

"Open you fucking legs!" He demanded and with force, he spread them out as far as her flexibility would allow them to part. He tucked his body between her thighs and leaned into her, nibbling at her ear while speaking softly and slowly to her. 

His sexy voice, and him on one of her trigger spots was causing her to quietly hyperventilate. 

"So you tell for me, that if I reach down right here," his fingers made a gentle trail from her inner knee, to her inner thigh, and stopped right on the edge at the side of her panties, "that you not gonna be wet for me?"

"N-n-noooo!" She knew he didn't believe her again, and he was soon to find out the truth. She just couldn't help herself to give in to this asshole. But damnit was he driving her over the edge. 

"You lying... fucking... bitch! I never hate someone as much as I hate you!" He roughly grabbed at her throat with desire, but irritability taking over him as well when her words from yesterday came flooding back. It didn't help that she kept lying to him and it caused him to squeeze harder.

Victoria was scared and turned on at the same time. She didn't know him well, and didn't know what he was capable of. Larry had told her briefly about his split personalities one time, so she decided that she'd rather be safe than sorry.

As he continued his tirade, telling her how much of a bitch she was, his hand still wrapped around her neck even tighter.  She felt around the counter for the knife she used to cut up her uneaten tangerine from earlier today.

He saw a glint of light out of the corner of his eye and stopped speaking when it caught his attention. He looked down at her hand and saw that it was a knife. Not a large one, but one large enough to do damage to a person.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" He reached over and snatched the knife out of her hand.

"You try for kill me now?!"

He held the knife up and fear reached her eyes. He calmed down and shook his head at her in disappointment. 

Using the flat part of the knife, he dragged it slowly from between her breasts and down her belly button. He grazed it lower, meeting her inner thigh and making the same trail his finger made just a moment ago. 

The cold metal on her subtle skin and the anticipation of what he was going to do to her made her shiver in excitement and fear. She hated the fact that this chaotic scene was turning her on.

"You say you non wet, yes?" He gave her a dark smirk, "Le's find out bebe."

He bit his lip as he threaded the knife between the skimpy string of her thong and her soft delicate skin and sliced the fabric in an upward motion. He did the same to the left side. She gasped out as the tattered panties fell down, exposing her bare center. 

Her hips twirled around in circles, trying to ease her greedy want. She needed to be touched, but she refused to admit it.

He loved what he was seeing. Laurent made her like this, vulnerable and flustered. He was in awe at the alluring sight that lay between her beautiful thighs. 

"Dangerous girl." He said more to himself than to her.

He dropped the blade to his side, creating a muffled thump when it hit the ground. His long fingers went straight for her glistening pussy, but she stopped him, grabbing his wrist with both of her small hands and held it away as hard as she could. 

"No!"

He gave her a knowing smirk as he grabbed one of her hands, forcing her palm down on the counter at her side. He was too strong for her to use only one hand, so with ease, he went for her sacred treasure again, this time, making contact. He teased her opening with small agonizing circles, causing a puddle to form at her entrance. 

She gasped loudly, pleasing his ears. 

"I thought you non wet for me bebe?"

After much teasing, his index finger couldn't help but to intrude her tight pleading hole. She didn't have to say anything, as her wetness did all the talking he needed to hear. He slid his finger in and out excruciatingly slow and she fought the moans that tried so hard to escape her lips. After the third stroke of his finger, her mouth spilled out slurs and moans, giving him more than what he wanted to hear.

He kissed her deep with yearning. "All you fucking do is lie bebe. Look how juicy you are for me."

Laurent's dick ached heavily as he watched her in amusement. He freed his finger from her pussy, and she let out a sigh of displeasure. He grabbed the chair that sat at the desk on the other side of the room and placed it down in front of her.

He took a seat, staring into her core and swiped his tongue across his lips as if he was ready for dinner. She sucked in air as she looked down at him and trembled at knowing what he was about to do.

She felt his soft wet lips meeting her own, the soft whiskers of his mustache and goatee grazing her clit. He trailed delicate kisses down to her slit, and whispered onto her pussy, loud enough for her to hear, "You still not want me Victoria?"

She said nothing as she threw her head back at the beautiful sensation she was feeling down below. 

"You non want for speak, but I make you speak."

He opened his mouth, flattening out his tongue over her plump lips, swiping long and slow.

"Ahhhhhh!" she hissed for him.

"Good girl. Give me what I want bebe!"

He did it again, receiving another hiss from her. He wasn't satisfied though. He needed more. He needed to hear her speak his name. He stuck his tongue out making the tip hard and firmed and flicked vigorously at her swollen clit.

"Oh ffffuck!" Her legs trembled as she screamed out, clasping her hand in his hair while the other was planted behind her on the counter, supporting her upper body,. She looked down at the beautiful man that she hated to want and wanted to hate, working his wonderful magic between her legs. 

She was upset with herself, how easily she gave in to his request. She didn't want this. She didn't want him to be the cause of her undoing, but he did just that, and so easily. She planned to not peep another sound, but her plan was thrown out the window when she saw him slowly envelope her clit between his pink lips. The visual was just as good as the sensation she felt, amping up her pleasure even more.

"Fuck yooouuu! L-" She cut her sentence short, catching herself. 

His name almost spilt from her lips, but she was fast. 

"Tha's right bebe, say my name!"

Victoria pierced her lips together and squeezed her eyes shut as Laurent sucked at her throbbing bud. It was becoming too much for her. She was on the verge of a powerful orgasm and she needed to pace herself, or she'd be screaming out anything he wanted her to say.

She pulled his head back by his hair, then pulled up to order him to stand. She leaned up to kiss his lips, the taste of her pussy and the bitterness of the blood from his wound mixing together. They kissed feverishly, fighting for dominance. He didn't plan on losing though. Her room was set up just like his, so he knew exactly where to go. He wrapped her legs around his waist again in order to maneuver their sexual act into the bedroom for the next scene. 

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He tossed her small frame on the bed and pushed down on her chest. It was an unspoken order for her to lay on her back. They were playing with fire, and they knew it. He trailed soft kisses from her collarbone down to her stomach, making her release a hum.

Laurent creeped his tongue towards her pubic area, and again, she pushed his head back. Fire blazed in his eyes and his facial expression scared her. She could tell that she was upsetting him more, because she wouldn't give in. 

The combative nature only drove them further with want and need. At this point, he couldn't give two shits about the apology, as her refusing him had rose to the top of his pedestal of goals. He had to have her.

Victoria laid there, looking up at him and not knowing what he would do next. She tried to get up from the bed, only causing his rage to grow. She could see the voracity in his eyes, burgeoning like a hot flame. He grabbed her upper arm, tossing her back on the bed. 

She watched him as he undressed in a haste, not breaking his eye contact with her.

"You wanna fuck with me girl?"

He stood there nude in front of her, stroking his manhood. She was in awe at the sight before her. He was so big and thick. Her pussy screamed at her to just hop on already and ride him into the sunset, but her pride wouldn't let her do such a thing. He was beautiful. Standing there in all his glory had her flustered. 

Her breath picked up, as she realized that she never paid attention to how sexy he was before. His lean athletic body, his tattoos, his smooth caramel skin and the muscles that protruded beneath it, his dominant masculinity, his sensual bedroom eyes, his tall frame; she could go on and on.

The tip of his dick formed a sheen of precum that she wanted so badly to clean away for him. He caught her staring and yanked her head up by her hair and pressed her closed lips up to his cock. 

His breath picked up in impatience as he demanded, "Open you fuckin mouth before I make you."

She complied, staring dead in his eyes. He felt the warmth of her silky mouth cloak his rock hard cock and the sensation sent his head flying back. He closed his eyes as he guided his thick cock in and out in-between her lips, grazing her smooth wet tongue.

Laurent filling her mouth made her hand go straight to her clit and she played with herself, getting turned on immensely at the sounds he was giving her. He had no problem vocalizing his pleasure, she realized.

He looked down at her, watching her sensual lips massaging his dick and hissed as he pulled out. She caught his tip between her teeth. It wasn't a lot of pressure, but just enough that if he stroked again, she would scrape his skin and cause him discomfort, so he dared not move.

She felt his hand move from her hair to the back of her neck and felt him squeeze.

"Let it go, or you gonna be sorry."

Victoria gave him a try me look. His lips closed tightly and he rolled his eyes in frustration.

He looked down at her, almost cold and shook his head.

"Don't say I not warn you!"

She didn't see when his free hand made its way down to her breast. In a second, one of her nipples were caught between his thumb and index finger and he squeezed it. 

Hard.

She yelped out in pain which made her open her mouth and release his tip. He grabbed her from under her arms, picked her up and threw her down on the bed so that she was stomach down. 

Laurent yanked the robe off and threw it to the floor.

"Get on you fuckin knees bitch!"

She still laid on her stomach writhing in pain. He was done with her antics. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled up and back, forcing her in doggy position.

"I not play with you no more. You understand me?"

Laurent was enraged at the fact that she still would not let up. Pain seemed to only angst her alone in her stubbornness, but he'd had enough.

He stroked his long thick dick while holding her taut by the waist with his other hand. 

"Look at youself!" He spat at her, grabbing her hair and yanking it up so she could see their reflection in the door mirrors of the closet.

He leaned into her ear and licked, "Tha's what a disobedient, hardheaded, stubborn girl, tha's too sexy for her own good, looks like. But non worry bebe, I gonna break you down!"

He didn't even give her the courtesy of asking her if she was ready as he leaned back up, still holding his grip onto her hair and dove into her sopping love with full force and hit her g-spot on the first try. She tried to pull away, earning a hard smack on her ass.

"No, no bebe, be a good girl for Daddy."

He pushed in without mercy.

"Ahhhhh fffuucck!" They yelled out in unison. The overpowering sensation sent them both in a frenzy. He stroked her wetness long and deep and she wrapped tightly around him without coercion. Her body acted naturally to how he filled her. With the help of the slickness of her juices, her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth.

The feeling was so overwhelming for her that it caused her breath to stutter unwillingly. He gripped tightly in her hair as he bent down to her ear, "Look at me in the mirror while I fuck you!"

She obliged and did as he told. When she met his gaze all she saw was ferocity and she loved every second of it. He was sending her to an ultimate peak of ecstasy. His hands went from being tangled in her tresses to being wrapped around her neck.

"You like that don't you bebe!"

His long strokes massaged every nerve in her pussy and her first orgasm was right there.

"Fuck yes, baby, fuck meee! Laurent, oh my gawd, Laurent!!"

He smiled wickedly.

He had broken her.

He's already made her moan.

Check.

Not only did he make her scream just now, but he made her call out his name as well.

Check.

Victoria watched him fuck her good, his muscles tightening and flexing behind her as he dripped in sweat. He flung his luscious twists back anytime they fell into his gorgeous face, exposing that prominent chiseled jawline that she spent all night fighting to kiss and lick. His virility was blatant and she submitted to him. 

"I'm right there baby! Oh my gawd Laurent, I'm right fucking there!" 

He smirked again, pulling out of her, causing tears to well in her eyes with a sting.

"Please, baby, give it to me!"

He wasn't listening to her. He got up from the bed and stood in the middle of the floor.

"Stand you fucking ass up!"

She did as she was told.

"Now get over here!"

His voice was low, but authoritative, and she was the obedient little bitch he knew he would turn her into.

She stopped in front of him, and he looked down at her short stature. His eyes burned a hole through her and she felt the burn on her skin as his glare trailed up and down her body. He lifted her again and wrapped her legs around his waist, only to pin her to the wall. He maneuvered himself where his arms rested under the folds of her knees.

"Tell me you want it bebe." He told her through a groggy deep voice and feverish kisses to her neck, cheeks, and lips.

"Yes, yes Laurent, I want it! Give it to me baby!"

"Oki! I give it to you, but is only because I need it too. You not deserve this dick! You be a fucking bitch all night, and you not give me what I want, so you lucky I giving you what you want. You understand me?!"

"Yes, just please Laurent, stick it in!"

He teased her entrance, causing her to squirm under his hold. When he felt as though she'd had enough, he dived into her agonizingly slow, stirring his hips in a circle to ensure he was touching every inch inside of her. 

"Fuuuuck baby! Fuck me! You feel so good inside of me!"

"Damn bebe, you pussy so fucking good!"

He trembled. His mouth kissed her neck and he couldn't help the French that fell from his lips. He couldn't think straight. He reverted to his mother tongue in result, in order to vocalize the pleasure she gave him.

He lifted his head to look her in the eyes. She saw how dilated his pupils were. This was the best sex she'd ever had in her entire life. The anger and pleasure becoming one cohesive piece of art, painting the most beautiful picture they'd ever studied. It was all-consuming, currently binding them as they fucked against the wall, caught up in the rapture of passion, holding a place that was a step right under love.

She was caving in as he ravished her walls, giving her everything she'd always dreamt of, and then some. He pounded viciously into her, the sweat forming on the back of her knees causing them to slip a bit, but he never gave up. It only forced him to hold her up stronger.

Victoria couldn't help the moans and curse words that filled Laurent's mouth as he attacked her lips. He moved to her spot once more, lazily flicking his tongue in the crevice of her ear. He spoke filth of what he wanted from her, demanding her to tell him what he's been wanting to hear the past two days.

"Say it bebe, say it!"

"Fuck Laurent, I'm about to cum!"

Check.

"Tha's right bebe! Cum for Daddy! Make a mess on you Daddy's dick!"

He battered her soaked love, drowning in it every time he pushed forward. Her legs quavered in his hold as she knocked on heaven's door.

"It's right there baby! Ooh shit, please Daddy, it's right there! It's right fucking there Laurent!"

"Oh yeah?!" He drilled into her harder.

He wasn't aware yet, but she belonged to him now. He could take her whenever, wherever after this. No other lover had made her feel this good.

As if he read her thoughts, through her moans and his groans of rapture, he told her, "This mine now, you hear me? I don't want any other nigga in this shit!"

"Yes Daddy, it's all yours! I belong to you!"

Check.

She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. Her love tightened around him. His speed picked up as he was about to reach his peak as well.

"Who you cumming for bebe?"

"Fuck Daddy, I'm cumming for you!!"

Check.

She felt the first rush coming on.

"Yes bebe, now tell Daddy you sorry! Tell Daddy how sorry you are for being a little bitch to me!"

The second rush came harder. Then the third, ending her for good.

Her voice was almost inaudible as she road out her waves of euphoria; the best she's ever experienced, leaving a creamy mess all over Laurent's dick. She screamed out as loud as she could.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I'm so fucking sorry! Please forgive me!"

Check. Mate.

They came together, bodies jerking and convulsing as they fell to the ground, wrapped in each other's arms. 

They lay there just like that, floating on a cloud of exhilaration. 

-FINI-