Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 9

Effortlessly, Patrick slammed Amelia on his right shoulder like a sack of flour. He walked towards the bed and said, "Enough talking. Time for action." Amelia started to hit him hard with all her might. "I told you, I don't want to..."

Patrick then slapped her butt like a punishment. He warned her, "I won't take 'no' for an answer. Time to fulfill your duty as my wife!"

Amelia took a deep breath and seriously negotiated, "Patrick, if you want to have sex with me, you can't mess around with other women. You okay with that?"

Patrick stopped walking and switched to a condescending tone, "I could have any woman I want in the world, why would I settle just for you?"

Amelia never expected him to be obedient, yet she stood her ground, "That's my bottom line. If you want to spend time with me on the bed, don't mess around outside. I don't want to get herpes from you!" Patrick's face darkened and he slammed her down on the bed without holding back. Luckily, the mattress had soft paddings, so it did not hurt a lot.

Amelia turned over and tried to get. Patrick quickly got a hold of her by pinching her chin. Being so close to each other, two of them shared the air together at that moment, "Anyway, you'd still be my Mrs. Hopper. It's just a cold hard fact."

"You!" She wanted to rip his face off.

When their eyes met, Patrick feasted his eyes with the delicious body in front of him. Not only was her skin delicate, though with slightly messy hair, her skin was like tulips in the snow. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of her?

the desire for physical

mentally preparing herself to say no at any second. However, he could still smell the lingering sweetness of 2011 Antica Terra Chardonnay from her

never took 'no' for an answer. Just as he bent down

let go

that saved her from Patrick. She answered the

"Wait. Jessica, slow

was the neighbor living across! He... he has a knife. And He is really angry. He said if I don't open the door soon, he

block the door for now. Just hang on!" After the

on her face like a mask and questioned her, "Why should

as she begged him,

"Fine. Forget about it. I

out that in her heart he was no better than a chauffeur. Hearing her response, dark clouds gathered around his face with a storm on its

past him, twisted the doorknob, pushed