<If I was meant to be controlled, I would have come with a remote>

|Jadesola|

TRIGGERING CONTENT (DUBIOUS CONSENT)

SATURDAYS ARE for owambes. It was for enjoyment and merriment only, dancing and spraying of money as everyone ate to their heart's content. But now, it wasn't looking to be so in my case.

Who could have known my bastard boss would almost crash my cousin's wedding, forcefully order me to announce to the world that we were a couple and now, want to violate me?

I bounced on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, my gown flared wide as I struggled to regain my bearing.

The devil himself, Kian towered over me, his clothes askew from hefting my flailing body. Alarming fury contorted his gorgeous face into that of an ogre, palms fisted into balls as he bellowed, thunderous, "You're driving me crazy, Jade! Absolutely insane! Your voice. Your body. Your fucking behaviour!! Did you even think about what it would cost me? No you didn't! You acted on your stupid impulse as always!"

I let him rant and moan, regarding him through wary eyes. My mind sorely focused on a source of escape.

"The media," he groaned, raking a hand through his mussed hair, messing the dark blonde strands as he stormed the room. "What do you think they're going to do when they hear of this? My business profile? What do you think is going to happen? Huh?!"

"I'll be the subject of discussion. Of laughter. Fuck!" He kicked at the rear of the bed, his massive form quivering with the strength of his rage.

I'm fucking tired of gazing at this big baby who calls himself a man.

"Boo hoo hoo!" Upright, I balled my hands and mimicked a wail, then spat, "Cry me a river, motherfucker!"

"Yes, make fun of me. Laugh. Mock." There was no raging storm anymore, his voice had turned quiet. Deadly. While I suspected he was drunk, I wasn't scared. Yet.

With a deft movement, he removed his suit, disposing it on the ground, cold blue eyes glittering with a hard emotion. They assessed me, a piercing intensity in his azure stare as he stalked towards my position. "We'll see if you'll even crack a smile when I'm through with you."

I laughed, scornful and bitter. "Isn't it the usual? Pleasing yourself while you violate me? You want to get yourself off as you see me cry and beg. Boy, that's the last thing I'd do." Conviction I didn't own, laid in my voice.

"Fine but don't scream." He crawled onto the bed, advancing in slow, calculated steps.

"Don't come any closer, jerk." I put out my right palm, the left gripping the bed sheet tightly as I drew away, goosebumps piercing my frigid skin.

"There's nowhere to run, Jade," Kian snarled and wrapped a possessive hand around my ankle. My heart raced, blood pounding furiously in my ears.

"Nowhere to hide." With a quick tug, he jerked my twisting frame close to him. His captive, those savage hands caged me tight.

Lowering his dark head, he whispered in my ears, sinister voice teeming with the evil things he held in store for me, "It's just you and me, about to fuck."

Tongue tied, I shivered, all thoughts of yelling for help, flying out the window. Tratorious desire lay in the pit of my stomach, my nipples pebbled at that sultry tone that promised sinful, delicious activities.

He yanked my hair back, a certain warmth emanating from his body. Scorching. Hot, wine-scented breath caressed my lower lobe as he kissed a path down the arch of my neck. When he reached that sensitive area, where aching nerves settled, he bit down hard.

Fuck. It hurt. Like a bucket of sizzling, red-hot coals had been raked over my skin. Buckling, I screamed, loud but he palmed a veiny hand over my mouth.

"Shhh. What did I tell you about screaming?" His voice was hoarse, a finger running on my trembling lips. Sensual. "Not a sound. Unless you're moaning my name."

Enraged, my chest heaved, rising and falling, a glare directed at him as I wrenched my lips free. "I'd rather die."

Kian's reply was a menacing chuckle. But he released my upper body, only to shift his attention to the hem of my gown. He hitched the dress high, my pink thong and lower body at the mercy of his scathing perusal.

I lowered a hand to shroud my pussy from his sight but it was of no use. He only flicked it away. "Don't."

Frozen, I sucked in a shaky breath at that bone-chilling command. If he desired to force himself on me, why stall? Why go at it gently?

A look of admiration shone in his smoldering gaze and he trailed a finger down my exposed laps. "You have such creamy thighs."

Taking his goddamn time, Kian kneaded and explored my body at his own leisure. The mole by the side of my hip, the star birthmark inked within my inner thighs, he worshiped. The way his sensual touches lingered, soft and tender, sent shockwaves on my petrified form. It seemed as if he was gazing at a woman's body for the first time, gentle in his caresses. Which was weird because he'd seen me naked before.

"And your brown skin." He nudged my thighs apart. "So fucking smooth and pretty."

"I bet they'll look even prettier when I stain them with my cum." He sent me a dark grin, an alluring dimple slashing his high cheekbones.

Lord. A trigger of chills scuttled along my spine, my lost senses returning to me. Disgust shimmered within my narrowed eyes. Was Kian a fanatic? A member of those white men that were fixated on black women? Did he have an obsessive interest in my body? Oh shit.

In a half-bent position, I regarded him, hatred boiling deeply in my veins. The asshole probed further, hands latched onto my hips, still immersed in knowing what made my skin brown or whatever. Idiot.

The moment he slanted his head to kiss my mound, I knocked him in the chin, connecting my black heels with his flesh.

"Stupid bitch!" He jolted away, retrieving his searching fingers. Pain must have shot through him, fast and intense because he doubled-down, cradling his chin.

Go go Jade.

I snapped my legs shut and scrambled off the bed. This was my only chance.

My frantic steps drifted close to the door and I reached out with quivering fingers to the door knob. Just a slight turn of the key, a click to set me free from h—

I was wrenched back, enclosed in his steel arms and rosemary scented cologne.

"You sonofabitch, unhand me this instant!" I shrieked and aimed an elbow at his granite chest. "Someone help!"

Where are people when you need them? I know you're all at a wedding but someone should please have the urge to pee and walk past this room!

His hands drowned my yells, ironclad grip clamped tight on my twisting shoulders as he dragged my unwilling form to the bed.

He tossed me hard, flipping my body so I laid stomach-first against the bed. Hissing, I clawed at his cheeks but he darted away in time. Snaking a ruthless arm around me, he pinned me down with his knee as he whipped his tie off and bound my hands, then fastened the forged rope to the headboard. Then he plucked my heels off and raised my gown to my waist. Cold air caressed my legs. Numbing me.

Before he shifted, fury tainted his stunning facial features that appeared hewn from stone, thick brows drawn in a sneer. The bruise on his chin glared, red and angry.

"I wanted to be gentle but you never learn, do you?"

"You never stop hounding me, do you?" I spat and tried to move but it was impossible. The tie dug into my skin.

"How could you let me believe you were to be married?" Rage transformed his voice into that of a monster, brutal and feral.

"And we're back to this again. Why did you let it bother you?" I shot back, my searching gaze riveted onto the window that loomed ahead. I needed to observe my surroundings in case my situation turned dreary.

We were in a brightly lit room, rich and luxurious from the expensive black curtains that draped the window. I couldn't crook my head to the side to register other furnitures but this had to be the VIP room that Kian had thrown me in.

Behind me, the loud rustle of clothes being unfastened filtered into my ears, wrecking the train of escaping thoughts. I licked my dry lips, tensed and unable to make out what exactly he did. But, I fathomed it wasn't anything good.

His white shirt and shoes fell on the tiled floor, a bitter scoff washing over me. One that was without mercy. "We're throwing questions at each other now?"

The bed dipped as his hulking form loomed over mine. Seizing my gown with a vicious grip, he tugged up, pushing until the dress was fixed at my chest. Nearly my entire body laid bare. I gulped, dreading his touch.

Kian cupped my ass, his skilled fingers massaging my skin. "So soft."

I squirmed, uncovered nipples chafed against the silky red material of the sheets, budding as I rocked. "Answer me! Why did you let it bother you? Why did you come?"

"I came to let my personal assistant know that her presence was sorely needed in the office." He slapped my ass, hard. Red hot fire, swift and burning, charged my body, sending electrifying waves to my wet folds.

I gnashed my teeth, biting back a moan that threatened to well out. "Today's not Monday or any other day of the fucking business week."

Imposing digits dug into my flesh. "I dictate when you work."

"Really? Even when you told me you needed my apology letter on your desk? Fucking admit it Kian. You care that I'm with other men that are not you."

A pause. He'd withdrawn his sickening touch, the only sound that thrummed in the room, that of his breath, harsh and fierce.

Why wasn't he talking?

Pushed to the fucking wall, I craned my neck, my braids swirling with the action. The insistent urge to see his expression as I lashed out, nearly turned me blind in rage, "Why are you quiet, you vile asshole? Admit it! I'm right. You're just pained that you'll never have a chance with me. Never!"

Terrifying silence swirled in the air, a stifling pressure so thick I could cut a huge slab out.

Until a wintry voice, brusque and curt, slashed it, "You're right. I'll admit that I'm pained. Fucking jealous. All I could think of as I headed to the church was how he would kiss you. Run his foul lips over your body, touching and sucking your pussy. The bastard would fuck you when I hadn't the chance to."

I was silent, appalled. Disgust and tainted desire rolled within me, waging a war. I didn't know whether to scream at him or for help. I chose the latter.

"Shut up!" He closed his left palm over my mouth, muffling my incensed howls.

Kian leaned on me, knifing me down to the sheets, his belt buckle and a certain hardness pressed against my thighs. Eyes I was sure would be glazed over in lust, he murmured in my ear, as his hands danced along my thong line. "Stop struggling. You wouldn't want me to tear this beautiful gown off."

He slid his fingers into my panties, inching dangerously close to my slit. A predatory smirk laced his tone, setting me ablaze with anger. "Tell me, are you still on your period?"

I refused to gift him a reply, mute.

"Don't tell me then." His shirtless chest scorched my naked spine, the fervid trace of his abs imprinted on my flesh. "I could care less because your ass would do."

At his degrading words, annoyance painted my vision red. "Yes! I'm wearing a tampon." I wasn't, mine lasted four days but that information wasn't for him.

Disbelieving, Kian pulled my thong aside and dipped a finger into my wet core. "Liar."

"No!" Unwanted arousal hit me and I surged upwards but he held me down, placing another finger.

Holy fuck.

"You're tight as fuck." His gravelly voice did nothing for my helpless state, my shaved pussy clenching in reply. "Surprising."

Teeth gritted, I hurled, venom dripping off my vexed tone, "I'm not a whore like you."

"Famous last words before you start moaning." He thrust in and out, massaging my untried clit with his experienced fingers. Warmth washed over me, my folds slick with desire, a betraying wetness. I clenched my teeth hard and held back a groan of need.

Again, I twisted my head in his direction. But the tie forced my movement to an angle only. Resentment sat in my heart. I ached to look into his blue emotionless eyes, spit into them then gorge them out.

Those fingers grazed my clit again.

"Fuck!" Breathless groans filled the room, mine. "I hate you. I hate you so fucking much." The werey had gotten underneath my skin. Literally and figuratively.

"But your body likes me." He kept rubbing my inner walls, pumping in and setting a pace I could hardly keep up with.

My hips bucked as I arched my back, eyes closed. Pain and senseless pleasure swamped me. Pleasure that I didn't ask for.

"It hurts, Kian. Stop this. You're taking me against my will." Even as I said this, my hungry walls gripped him hard, swallowing those magical fingers. He stretched me, stimulating my G-spot, a place I didn't even know existed.

"Shh." His lips peppered kisses down the nape of my neck, still wreaking havoc on my body. "You're going to take it like a greedy, good girl."

He added another finger. Fuck. He had three fucking fingers in me.

Despite the frigid air circulating, a sheen of sweat coated my quivering body. My head swam in delight even as I hated the blissful feelings he evoked in me. I really hated the woman who'd turned to butter, melting just because he'd stuck a finger inside her body. I detested her so much.

Popping his fingers out, Kian flipped me so that I laid on my back and ass. His muscles bunched and flexed as he spread my legs wide, a mirthless grin settling on his stony face.

The bastard wasn't satisfied with ruining my little innocence. He wanted to make it worse, ensnare me further. Enraged, I bit out, "Don't you dare, you bastard motherfuc—"

He stabbed deep, licking and sucking. Swirling a tongue around my clit, Kian ate me out.

A dark hunger razed me whole and I didn't know when I moaned. Shit. My wits were lost, all thoughts focused on his tongue eating me the fuck out.

I tried again, one last attempt to get him off me as I shot, disdain curling my lips, "For your information, I'm not clean. I have millions of STDs, herpes, gonorrhea, and chlamydia roaming in there. If you love your life, get off me now. Before it's too late!"

"It's too late, my pretty liar." His words vibrated against my core and I squirmed. "Stop trying to resist. Relax and go with the flow, Jade. Let me pleasure you."

His tongue stabbed even deeper.

"Fuck, Kian. . ."

The despicable fucker only shook his head and teased my clit with his teeth, grazing lightly as he bit down. I creamed harder.

My core clenched and unclenched, desire rocking my body. Recollections of the last time he'd played my body like a fiddle filled my mind.

"Kian. . ." I shook my head, restless. I had no idea why I ached for more of his touch I loathed but I did.

He paused to fix a hungry gaze at me, my juices glistening on his lips. "Say it? What do you want? My lips on your aching pussy?"

"N-no- ye– yes!" I pleaded, lost in a sea of mind-numbing bliss.

"The magic word, Jade." His fingers strayed to my breast and he pinched my sensitive nipples. Hard.

Humiliated, I could hardly breathe, sex-crazed. "Please, fuck me with your tongue. . ."

"Since you asked so nicely." He lowered his head again to continue pleasuring me. "Fuck, you taste so good. Just as I'd imagined."

I moaned, frustrated that he'd tied my hands, I would have loved to clutch his hair tight as I pushed his head further into me. Intense arousal had never coursed through my body like this. Ever.

My thighs shook, heat coiling in my pussy. I wanted more of this mind-numbing high and I was almost there until he jerked away, my thong snapping into place.

I cried, "Fuck, you're not done—"

He crashed his lips on mine. Our tongue clashed, as I tasted wine and myself on him, tart and bursting with a tangy flavor. Another wave of molten desire pooled in my aching clit.

Then he pulled away, a wolfish smile darting along his sensuous lips. "I can't be the only one left horny, darling."

Asshole. I glared at him. About to speak, he smashed his lips on mine again, effectively shutting me up as he unbuckled his trousers.

Alarm bells jolted in my head as I went ridgid. Realization dawned on me. He was about to fuck me. Take my virginity.

Despite how promiscuous I dressed, despite the number of times I'd seduced him and the clothes I'd modelled in, my virginity was mine to give and mine alone. I'd had numerous opportunities to do away with it but my strict home-bringing had always intervened. So I'd kept myself, try as I didn't want to, waiting for my damned husband instead.

So no way was I about to lose it to this stupid arse who wanted me only for my body. A man I didn't even love. One I abhorred with every fiber of my soul. No fucking way.

His erection bumped against my thighs, hot spicy breath fanning my flushed cheeks as he withdrew his lips from mine.

A look of pure lust crossed Kian's hardened face. His cock hung out, thick and swollen. Ready to plow my insides. "Once I fuck you, there's no going back, Jade. No more terms like boss or assistant. We'll just be two hungry adults, satisfying our desires."

"No!" My voice broke but I kept to my promise. Regardless of what else he did, tears would never line my vision.

"Yes. You're fucking wet so stop acting like you don't want it too." He tore the thong off and pressed a finger against my hard nub. A rush of liquid fire hit me, my pussy walls clenching in agreement.

No. Stupid, stupid body.

Smirking at my body's response, he rasped out, an unholy gleam in his azure eyes, "Do you know how many times I've had wet dreams about you? How many times I wished to have you beneath me? Flushed, breathless and moaning my name?"

"Please," I begged, the dreamy, snug cocoon that had enveloped me, withered into thin air. "Don't do this. You don't even have a condom on you."

He paused to think for a second, fighting for control. An array of emotions flitted against his face. Denial. Lust. Until a hard glimmer shone in his eyes. "I'll pull out."

"No! Get off me, you sick bastard!" I tried to close my legs but he held fast, prying wider as he guided his cock towards my dripping entrance.

A/N: Listen to Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd and Lana Del Rey. Totally fits the chapter. Also, sex scenes are not really my forte lmao. Honestly. It's why I tagged the chapter as unedited because I'm not sure I detailed it well. But I hope I tried sha. All these writers that write their sex scenes so well, una dey try.

So onto the chapter. Kian. I want us to discuss his character because even I have a hard time understanding what goes on in his head.

A. I think Kian is officially obsessed with Jadesola's body. You? For me, he is not really disgusting in the way he does it. For me oh. I might be partial because I'm the writer. :)

B. He is ... idk. Confusing. Honestly. Dyu think he will really force Jade? I know the answer to that because I'm working on the next chap.💀 But I'm curious to know what you think. Pleaseeeeeee leave a comment.

Anywayssssss! The next chapter is in his pov! Also, I don't know when else I'll update. Maybe next year as I have incoming exams. Writing all three chapters in the spam of 4 days took a huge toll on me. I really look like shit rn. But hey, at least, we're in chapter 30! Halfway the book! Yay!!!

Please read, vote, comment and share!

P.s: Chapters on Obsessed comes this Sunday. Yep, later today.

Love,
Nita.