Page 14 of The President's Passion
“Not anymore!” I cry and Kramer clasps my shoulders.
“His dick can’t be that good,” he snarls. “I’ve seen it a couple of times and while I admit he’s hung like a damn dinosaur, it’s not made out of gold and just because he stirred it around a couple of times in your teacup, doesn’t mean he loves you.”
He wants a baby with me, you psycho!
“Remember the cause.” Kramer jostles me. “You were made for the cause. The Dead Roses didn’t create you to be a weakling.”
“They also didn’t create me to follow the orders of a madman!” I shake my head. “Once you were like us.” Disappointment flashes in me as my old ideals completely shatter. “What happened?”
Kramer, points to his temple, grinning. “Looks like power indeed does corrupt. Oopsie...,” He shrugs and the smile dies, before he pushes me toward the door. “Now, stop wasting both our time and finish this.”
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I don’t run into anyone as I make my way to Went’s bedroom but I kinda wish I would. Maybe they could see the distress on my face and raise the alarm and then somehow I wouldn’t have to go through with this. Kramer’s words echo in my ears,
Twist it around a couple of times...
Standing outside of Went’s bedroom, I drag a couple of deep breaths. Whenever I need to do something difficult I just act as if it’s only pretend and I do so now, pretending that I’m not entering his lair with a dagger in my hand.
Knocking on the door, I whimper nervously when Went calls for me to enter. His room is bigger than mine, pillars everywhere and the ceiling is painted. He lies in his massive bed, his massive chest bare and he must be just as bare and massive underneath the covers.
“You came,” he rasps huskily and I can’t even look at his trusting eyes without feeling as if I’m about to burst into tears. “Though I knew you would.”
“Did you?” I whisper and he nods.
“You feel the undeniable pull between us. It’s taken over your body the same way it’s taken over mine and the only thing we can do is merge and purge our lust on each other.” He stirs beneath the covers and I try not to stare at his rising manhood.
At his Statue of Libertine.
“Do you see what’s happening to me?” He nods at his crotch. “It doesn’t do this for just anyone.”
“Am I that special?”
His eyes flood with something grave and revenant. “You have no idea.” He licks his lips. “Come closer, sweets. You’re too far away and I don’t like it.”
Anxiety that I forgot for just a moment comes barging at me again. “Went...,” I whimper and I can barely cope with the distress.
“I know,” he purrs, “you’ll feel better once I’ve given you a couple of tranquilizing thrusts.” He stirs again. “And I know I’ll definitely feel better. Come closer,” he urges more impatiently this time.
Chewing on my lip, I do as he says and stop just right in front of his bed. He watches me as if I’m already naked or as if he has x-ray vision. There’s no hiding in front of Went and I begin shuddering.
“Take off your underwear and throw them to me,” he demands and my jaw slacks.
“Promise to catch them,” I pant because if he doesn’t, they’ll fall to the floor and then I’ll have to bend down and then he’ll see...what I’m hiding behind my back. He growls that he promises and I reach under my skirt and take off my undies. Since I’m stretchy, I’m able to balance while using only one hand and I throw the string at him.
He catches it in the air, his fist clamping around it before he shoves it underneath his pillow with a proud look on his face as if he just caught his prey. “Take off the rest.”
I remove my suit jacket, my skirt and my shoes and then I linger in front of him as if I’m a treat and he’s really, really hungry. I shiver a little from the way his eyes lick me up and down.
“Can’t get over how golden you are all over,” he pants with a pained look in his gaze. “Fuck, I want you melting all over me like candlewax as I dip inside of you.”
My heart begins bounding, my body wanting to melt all over him and I want him to leave his mark on me.I can’t kill him, I can’t...Oh, somebody help me.A choked cry crosses my lips when he removes the duvet and I see him in his full glory.
Nothing, nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight of him like this and I sway, letting out a cry full of feminine yearning and in my longing...I drop the dagger and it falls with a slam to the floor.
“So that’s what you’ve been hiding?” he snaps. “I was just waiting for it to drop.” I let out a shrill, trying to cover my nakedness and it feels like agents will bust down the door anytime soon and drag me away. “I should praise those nerves of yours. You keep your head cool in stressful situations.” He leans forward a little. “A quality you share with me.”
Horrified, I shake my head because he doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation. “K...Kramer,” I stutter, “he’s going to...”