Chapter 29: Chapter 29

“Don't say that, June!”

“Why? You don't seem to want me anymore, so I'm leaving!” I pushed him off me and ran out of the house.

“Doll!” He called out to me, running towards me as I tried to outrun him. This late at night, only a few people were out on the street.

“June!”

Before I could run out of his property, to the street, he caught up with me and wrapped his hand around my waist as a form of restraint.

“Let me go!” I thrashed, crying out as I tried to get out of his grip. “Let me go!”

“You need to calm down, June.” He carried me back into the house while I tried to get him to let me go.

“Let me go, you caveman!” I kicked like crazy. “I don't wish to return to your fucked-up house! You can't force me to do that!” I cried out.

I yelled so loud, trying to get him to let me go, but he seemed hell-bent on holding me tight until I gave up.

“This is your house!” He banged the door behind him and carried me into the house until we got to the parlour. He threw me on the couch, “You need to get your damn thoughts straight, June! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“You! You are what's wrong with me.” I clenched my teeth so tight, it seemed like I might cut my teeth.

“Because of Mark? You are acting like a bitch because of him? Did you refuse to eat your dinner because of him? Where the hell is the June I trained?! Why are you acting this way?” He sounded so frustrated, it made me feel a bit guilty.

“No, you are the cause. You are still hell-bent on seeing me as a kid when I'm not. I'm a woman with my needs. I can't remain a virgin forever!”

His face contorted at my words and his forehead creased with a frown. His lips moved, making it look like he wanted to say something, but later thought more about it. “You know what, let's leave this for now, June. You are still in school. We will have this conversation—”

“No, we are having it now. Your decision will determine the outcome,” I folded my arms. “I can always live with Mark if you don't approve of our relationship. We—”

“I don't like him,” he said, looking so pained, it made me frown. What the hell is wrong with him?

Why is he making a big deal out of all this when he has made it perfectly clear that he wants nothing to do with me?

“And do you need to like him for me to do so? It's my life, Kristin. I can love and date whoever I wish to. You are not entitled to dictate—”

“I have every damn right! I'm your guardian!”

“And I'm old enough to know what's right for me! You are not entitled to do anything you wish to!” I felt this overpowering urge to tug on his hair, to let him understand that we are now in the 21st century when everyone is entitled to their rights.

He has no freaking right to tell me what to do and what not to do.

“But you don't know what's good for you! Mark is a playboy!”

“And you? What are you?” I took a step towards him. “You are a playboy who fucks and changes whores faster than you change underwear, yet, I fell hard for you though you didn't wish to have anything to do with me. Tell me, Kristin, will you rather I date you?”

I closed the distance between us, and placed my perfectly manicured red-painted right fingers on his chest, “Why don't you fuck me then, Kristin? You can take my virginity—”

I gasped in shock when he wrapped his hand tightly on my wrist and removed it from his chest. However, that wasn't what caught my eyes, it was the dent in his trousers — the evidence of his desire for me.

“You are aroused.” I licked my lips, "Aroused by my words, are we?"

He let go of me and stepped back, “I can be aroused by any woman that touched me!” He turned his face to the side and avoided my eyes, “you don't have to take that to heart.”

“Then, what will you do about it? I can help you—” I frantically shook my head. I can't let Mark's plans go to waste before it even starts. “I can't be thinking of another man when I have my boyfriend to please,” I bit my bottom lip, “You will have to find a whore to help you with that.”

As much as it pained me to say those words, I had to do so, to make him believe I had moved on. When Mark told me his plans, I thought it will be as easy as reading the Alphabet, but putting it into practice isn't so easy.

It took all my will not to say to hell with whatever is happening and kick them to the curb, so I can help him out. But I have to do this if I want a positive result.

“Stop thinking of him!” He held my wrist and tugged me to focus on him. “You need to focus on your studies, June. Let go of everything else and do that!” He was now yelling.

“I won't!” I yanked my wrist away from his grip and hastened upstairs to my room, threw my bag on the bed and removed my clothes before I fell on the bed.

Fuck.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Even with the thoughts of how wrong this is, my fingers crept towards my pussy as I pictured the dent in his trousers.

Have I somehow turned into a whore? Thinking of my uncle after the heated conversation we just had? Have I somehow gone crazy?

“June!” He knocked on the door, which I luckily locked.

“Fuck!” I had to bite low on my lip when I fully slid three fingers into my already wet pussy. I teased the entrance, biting my lower lip as I widened my legs.

“June!”

The more he knocked on the door, the faster I stroked my clit with my left hand, fingering my wet slutty pussy with my right fingers. I clenched my pussy around my fingers, imagining his dick driving into me so fast and hard.

“Uncle!” I cried out at the building-up pleasurable feeling that threatened to rock me to the core. I had to arch my back, and curl my toes, trying to ride through to my climax, relying solely on his voice as the sound of pounding on the door.

The image that came to my mind of him was so vivid that it took my breath away, stunning me to the damned core.

“June, are you okay? What happened to you?!” He knocked loudly on the door, sounding like he was moments from breaking it down if I didn't open up as he asked me to.

“Get the hell out of there!” I yelled out in a strained voice, slipping my fingers deeper into my pussy as I widened my legs some more to accommodate both my hands.

“June!” He was still insistently knocking on the door, trying to get me to open the door. “Open the damn door, June!”

With a cry, I climaxed, “fuck." I collapsed back on the bed, heaving from what I just did.

“June?”

“Get the hell out of there. Can't a girl have her privacy? Are you going to strip that from me?” I gritted out under my breath, pissed at him, but still riding in the euphoria of pleasure.

“We will talk about this later.”

I heard footsteps as he returned to the parlour, while I lay on the bed, spent from what I just did, but eager for more.

My chest heaved, and my pussy contracted, eager to have him fuck me. I have this stupid plan to walk out there naked and let him see all of me, but I know it won't work.

It's not as if he hasn't seen me naked. And let's not forget the time I wore those short bum shorts to dinner. Yet, he didn't do anything about it, despite the desire I saw in his eyes.

It seems like he's hell-bent on not acting on those feelings. That's why I need to rely on Mark for this. Who knows, his plans will work well. I just need to exercise some patience.

With shaky legs, I strode towards my closet and got my vibrator out from there. I took it to the bed, eager to pleasure myself with the thoughts of my uncle.

I'm such a rotten girl for having feelings for a man I shouldn't have any feelings for. But I did. I had to fall hard for him, and I'm not ready to give it up, not now and certainly not ever.

He's mine and will always be. It's until death do us part. And even then, I will walk the afterworld with him…