Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           I’mmadbecauseyouwentdrinkingwiththatguywhotriedtoseduceyouwhenyouweredrunkandwholeftyouwhenyouwereillwithanalmostcompletestranger.Whatkindoffrienddoesthat?AndI’mmadandarousedbecauseyouclosedyourlegsonme.”Hiseyesglitterdangerously,andhe’sslowlyinchingupthehemofmydress.

           “Iwantyou,andIwantyounow.Andifyou’renotgoingtoletmespankyou—whichyoudeserve—I’mgoingtofuckyouonthecouchthisminute,quickly,formypleasure,notyours.”

           Mydressisnowbarelycoveringmynakedbehind.Hemovessuddenlysothathishandiscuppingmysex,andoneofhisfingerssinksslowlyintome.Hisotherarmholdsmefirmlyinplacearoundmywaist.Isuppressmymoan.

           “Thisismine,”hewhispersaggressively.“Allmine.Doyouunderstand?”Heeaseshisfingerinandoutashegazesdownatme,gaugingmyreaction,hiseyesburning.

           “Yes,yours,”Ibreatheasmydesire,hotandheavy,surgesthroughmybloodstream,affecting…everything.Mynerveendings,mybreathing.Myheartispounding,tryingtoleavemychest,thebloodthrumminginmyears.

           Abruptly,hemoves,doingseveralthingsatonce:withdrawinghisfingers,leavingmewanting,unzippinghisfly,andpushingmedownontothecouchsohe’slyingontopofme.

           “Handsonyourhead,”hecommandsthroughgrittedteethashekneels,forcingmylegswider,andreachesintotheinsidepocketofhisjacket.Hetakesoutafoilpacket,gazingdownatme,hisexpressiondark,beforeshruggingoffhisjacketsoitfallstothefloor.