ANNABELLE POV

I threw my purse down on the small table just inside my door and didn’t acknowledge Darian standing just behind me. I half hoped he’d just turn and leave me be, but that wasn’t in his character. He was the type of guy that demanded answers and wanted to talk about it right now. I’m guessing he gets that from his mom, even though he’d deny it if I ever said that.

“B,” he started but stopped. It was clear he was waiting for me to say something but I wasn’t in the mood to talk.

As I looked over my shoulder at him, I couldn’t help but feel aroused by the sight of him. His dark hair was a mess on the top of his head and his jeans hugged his hips perfectly. But what made him sexy to me in this moment was how he looked at me. His bright eyes bored into mine with a pleading glare and a hint of “I want you.” It was the same look he always gave me when he wanted some.

So I walked right up to him without a word and began undoing his belt and jeans. When I looked up at him he was staring down at me with lustful eyes but then something flashed in them and he was stopping me.

“B, what are you doing?” His tone was deflated as he spoke on a sigh.

I bit my bottom lip and stared right back up at him. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“No. We can’t do that right now. You just tried to break up with me again for the umpteenth time. We need to talk, not fuck.”

My bottom lip pouted as I pulled my hands away. “But that’s your favorite part about making up.”

He lightly laughed but quickly covered it with a scowl. “This time is different. We’re obviously doing something wrong here so we need to change it. I can’t keep walking around wondering when you’re going to break up with me. This isn’t healthy, B.”

I knew he was right, but what else could I do? I get angry with him, dump him, and then we get back together. That’s the story of Darian and I. It was twisted and messed up, but that’s all I’ve known. My parents had the same tactic for years, even when they looked perfect to the outside world, I knew the real story behind closed doors. When you grow up with a certain pattern, that pattern becomes your own. Do I like it? No. Can I change it? Probably.

“What do you suggest we do, then?” I asked.

He stepped towards me as he framed my face with his hands and stared down into my eyes. “You start by trusting me. We can’t have a healthy relationship without trust.” He sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, knowing what that did to me. “Do you trust me, B?” He whispered.

Did I? That was a question I asked myself every day. I feel like I should be able to trust the one guy who’s been by my side since we were kids. However, he’s done some shady things to make me second guess my trust in him.

“I can try,” I answered honestly. That’s all I could give him right now.

“Let’s get it out in the open right now then. What don’t you trust about me?” He started eyeing me seductively. Was he trying to distract me? Because it’s working.

“Y-you’ve...” I studdered out before taking a deep breath. “You’ve made me think I’m not the only girl you want in your life.”

He burst out laughing before he shook his head. “Seriously? Just because I talk to other girls or look at other girls, doesn’t mean I want them, B. You’re the only girl for me. You have to know that right?”

Did I know that? I feel like if I did I wouldn’t be having these trust issues.

“You don’t ever wonder what it’s like to be with someone else? We’ve only ever known each other.” I had to know. Neither of us has dated anyone besides one another so I have a hard time believing he hadn’t ever thought about being with another girl besides me.

“Have I had those thoughts before? Sure, I have, but only when you’re being a giant pain in my ass and dumped me. But, no, I don’t wonder what it’s like being with another girl because the only girl I want is you.”

Okay, he’s good. He always knew what to say to make the situation better. How was he so good at this?

“Promise?” I asked.

He grinned down at me before lightly kissing my lips. “Promise.”

“Can we make up now?”

Laughing, he nodded his head and then leaned down to nibble on my bottom lip. My mouth instinctively opened to his familiar lips as our tongues collided. His kiss was sweet at first but when I pressed my chest against him, he devoured me.

After wrapping his hands around my bare thighs, he lifted and brought me towards my bed where he laid me down. He broke our kiss to grab his shirt and swiftly pulled it off, throwing it to my floor.

My eyes scanned over his familiar chest and abs, remembering every muscle, mole, and ripple. There was no one to compare to Darian- not that I’d been with anyone else, but I’ve seen movies and I have the internet. Darian was perfect to me. He was perfect for me.

His hands skimmed up my bare thighs, beneath my dress, and grabbed ahold of my panties before he tugged them down. I had to shift and buck my hips in order for him to pull them completely off, but once that was achieved, his face went between my legs and his tongue expertly teased my swollen clit.

I moaned out while I entwined my fingers into his hair, guiding his head between my legs. His tongue lapped and flicked over my most sensitive spots, making me thrust my hips forward and throw my head back into the bed.

“D-Darian!” I cried out. My orgasm was building and I was seconds away from releasing into his mouth.

He immediately stopped and pulled his head up to look at me. The devilish grin on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing. The smug prick.

“Do you want to cum?” He asked, knowing damn well that I did.

I nodded while biting my bottom lip. “Yes.”

“Then come here.” He stood at the edge of the bed and grabbed my legs before he roughly pulled me to the edge with him. I don’t know when he did it, but his jeans and briefs were already pooled at his ankles and his erection was hard and ready.

In one swift movement, his cock was perfectly aligned at my entrance as he gripped my hips and pulled me towards him. He slid in deep, hitting my wall and making me grip onto his back for dear life. He didn’t move for a moment, letting me get used to him, and then he began to slowly thrust in and out of me. His face was buried into my neck as our breathing became one.

I could feel everything as he thrust. With each pulse of his cock inside me, I climbed higher and higher to my orgasm. He must have sensed it because he began thrusting harder and faster.

“Darian, I’m... I’m... I’m cumming,” I moaned out the last word as my orgasm crashed all around me. Every muscle in my body tensed as I rode the wave of ecstasy.

He was right behind me, moaning out his own release before his body went limp on top of mine. We were both breathing heavily as he pulled out and kicked his jeans and briefs the rest of the way off.

“Get undressed and move over.” He nodded towards the bed and I did as he said.

My dress went flying in the air until it landed on the floor, leaving me naked, as I slid to the top of the bed and under the covers. Darian slid into bed next to me and pulled me into his arms. My back was against his chest as we spooned in the darkness, letting sleep come to us.

It was moments like this that I knew Darian and I would be together forever. We were so comfortable with each other and knew everything about one another. It was truly me and Darian against the world and I wouldn’t have it any other way.