Chapter 16
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Anastasia tiptoed behind his desk and quickly hid underneath it.
"Come out. Come out. Wherever you are," he sang just outside the hall.
She held her breath. It was at this moment that she felt so dumb and stupid. She felt like a child. He made her feel like a child. And somehow it made her feel excited and alive. The door to his office slowly opened. She jumped startled even though she knew he couldn't see her.
Anastasia hugged herself and clamped her lips shut. She heard his heavy footsteps walking around the table, his fingers tapping the wooden desk.
"Baby doll?" he called.
A moment of silence passed by as she saw him walking around. She almost laughed in her head. But didn't he tell her before that he could sense her? That he could smell her scent? How come he didn't know she was right there? When she heard the door closing, she was starting to think he was already leaving and searching for me elsewhere.
Just before he could spot me, she had to get back to baking. She crawled out underneath the table and screamed when a hand grabbed her leg, pulling her back.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
Anastasia kicked her leg and he let her go. She quickly stood up and ran to the door. Turning the lock, she groaned in frustration when she realize it was locked. The bastard locked it! Defeated, she slowly turned around and faced him.
An evil smirk was playing on his lips. She gulp. He took a step forward and she bumped against the door. She couldn't think of anything else to do to get away from him. "Stop," she warned, just as he stepped closer. When he still continued to walk, she backed up, clenching her fists. "Stop or I will kick you where the sun doesn't shine!" she shouted.
His eyes darkened. "Let's not talk about it right now if you wanna leave this room a virgin."
Anastasia couldn't help but gasp, cheeks reddening. He stepped closer and she felt her heart beating so loud. He looked very dangerous right now. Almost different. His eyes were darker than usual. His jaw clenched. His muscles tense.
"You're shaking, baby doll. Do you wanna run?" he asked huskily.
She shook her head. It seemed running always ended up to this. Wherever she went, wherever she was, he would always find her. Tugging her lip underneath her teeth, she stepped away from him, creating distance between them.
He growled at this and just as he reached out to grab her, she yet again ran away. Anastasia was caught up in a squeal as he caught her, both of them falling on the floor. She fell on her back and he was right behind her, his arm around her waist, growling in her ear in excitement.
She tried to push herself up and push him off her but he was really strong. She ended up on her stomach with him on her back. Too heavy on her back that she could feel every inch of him around her. She was truly no match for his strength as he continued to pin her down easily.
She wiggled her hips against his hold and groaned, "Get off me."
"No," he growled above her with dominance. She shivered from the tone of his voice.
"You tease me, huh, baby doll? You wanna run? This is what you get."
He nuzzled his face into her neck and that movement tickled her mercilessly. She could feel her whole body setting on fire. That sensitive spot was always going to get her giggling on the floor.
Anastasia squealed and squirmed underneath him trying to push him away but he had his arms around her and his lips on her sensitive neck. She was left stuck underneath him until she was breathless and almost dying on the floor. "Please, stop," she begged on the verge of tears, her stomach clenching.
"Submit," he rasped in herear.
Stubbornly, she refused, "No."
He ran his hand up her exposed thigh which had been somehow revealed when her dress had raised up around her waist, showing her lace underwear. She blushed in embarrassment, knowing he could probably see the wet patch in between her thighs. He crooked his finger into her lace underwear, pulled it and let it go, the fabric slapping against her skin.
She couldn't think clearly. It felt too good. He grunted, as if he knew she liked it, and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. Without warning, he softly rubbed his fingers right between her legs and a moan escaped her lips.
He chuckled and pulled her underwear upward. Anastasia gasped as the movement slid right in her sensitive spot, the fabric rubbing against her. All the senses she had went away with the wind and she couldn't think of anything else but this moment.. with him.. and this feeling.
These feelings that he kept provoking in her and it was driving her insane. She had a feeling that this was going to be the end of her. He was really going to make her world turn the other way around someday. And he was already too close.
"Submit," he demands huskily. He didn't stop rubbing softly and she couldn't take it anymore.
No, but she wanted.. more.
She wiggled my hips against his hold, trying to match his rhythm. She couldn't help but moan and he growled, watching her.
"Submit to me," he demanded.
He's really in complete control over her now and she couldn't stop it.
"I-I.. submit," she said in a whimper, giving up.
Right then, she felt something inside her bursting in satisfaction and happiness as she felt her underwear getting wetter. It was like this was what she needed from the start. She could feel a lot of emotions but she didn't feel regret at all.
Anastasia went limp on the floor, trying to catch my breath. Did she just come with just his hand? She couldn't believe it. With a curse, Draco slowly let go of his grip on her and he leaned down over her back.
"Good girl," he murmured in her ear. He nuzzled his face into her neck and deeply breathed in her scent. "Baby doll," he grunted huskily, "you smell like chocolate on fire."
Her eyes widened in realization and she gasped, "Oh, my God!"
