Chapter 77: 77. Having A Blonde Baddie Girlfriend And Not Taking Her Virginity Is Stupid

He let out a soft, mocking hum, his hand sliding from her chin down to her nape, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair to pull her head back just a little further, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat.

"You want a man who makes you forget your own name," he whispered, his voice dripping with a dominant, almost cruel confidence. "You want a man who doesn’t ask what you want but tells you exactly what you’re going to feel."

"You don’t want to be the one ’using’ a friend... you want to be the one who is entirely used."

"You want to be the woman who begs, Ellie."

"You want to be the one on her knees, desperate, breathless, and completely at the mercy of someone who actually knows how to handle all of this."

He glanced down at the swell of her massive breasts, then back to her eyes, his gaze possessive and unyielding. "You want to surrender..."

"You want to stop being the one who holds everything together and finally, finally let someone else take the reins and drive you wild."

"You want to be mine not just for a night but in every way that matters."

"You want to be the one who is dominated, consumed, and left shattered by a man who actually knows how to claim what’s his."

’Oh my god... I don’t know how many times he said that, but it really gave me some weird chain reaction inside.’ Ellie thought. ’It really is different and better when Stanley is trying to whisper sweet words to me...’

’Am I slowly changing because of my friend’s influence, or maybe... it’s just me that missed him so much...?’

’It’s like... I should’ve cared that what I did was wrong, but just this once... I really want to cure my feeling of longing towards the man I’ve loved since childhood...’

’Even if we can’t be a couple anymore... at least we can still have an affair, where he always jokes about it back then...’

’It’s okay... as long as we didn’t get caught because it really gives this... It creates a pounding feeling inside, which transforms into a pleasure that cannot be replaced by anything.’

He leaned in until their noses were almost touching, his eyes burning with a predatory hunger. "So tell me, Ellie... are you ready to stop pretending?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Are you ready to stop being the girl in charge and start being the woman who begs for everything he’s about to give her?"

He wasn’t just teasing her anymore, but he was mapping out the territory of her soul, stripping away her last defenses and replacing her will with his own, making it clear that in this room, in this bed, his word was the only law that mattered.

As Mike’s words washed over her, Ellie felt a dizzying sensation of vertigo, as if the floor of the bedroom had suddenly tilted beneath her feet. Her breath hitched, caught in the back of her throat, and for a moment, she couldn’t do anything but stare into those burning, predatory eyes.

’God, Mikey...’ she thought, her mind racing to keep up with the sheer intensity of him. ’Since when did you become like this?’

’It’s even more... aggressive and dominant than the last time...’

She had expected him to be the familiar warmth of her past, the boy who had grown into a handsome man, perhaps a bit more confident and teasing.

But this? This was something primal.

This was a man who didn’t just want her, but he wanted to dismantle her. He was stripping away the layers of the "perfect outgoing Ellie" she had meticulously built, and the most terrifying part was how much she wanted to let him.

Her mind drifted back, unbidden, to the years they had spent growing up side by side. She remembered the boy who didn’t play by the rules, the one with the scraped knees and the fierce, almost frighteningly intense gaze.

He had always been different. While the other boys were gentle or awkward, Mike had possessed an aggressive, unyielding spirit.

He was the kid who would stare down a bully without blinking, who had an attitude that felt too big for his small frame, and an emotional depth that felt almost dangerous in its raw honesty. And sometimes he would bully himself.

’He was always like this,’ she realized, a bittersweet ache blooming in her chest. ’He was always too much, too loud, and too intense.’

A memory surfaced inside her mind, showing a summer afternoon when they were teenagers, and he had looked at her with that same piercing, unapologetic gaze after a heated argument. In that moment, she hadn’t felt intimidated, but she had felt seen.

She remembered the strange, fluttering pull in her stomach, a realization that she didn’t want a boy who would coddle her, but a boy who would challenge her. She had loved him then, not in spite of his aggression, but because of it.

’His intensity was the only thing that had ever made me feel truly alive.’

She had spent years burying that feeling, convincing herself that the stability of Stanley was what she needed, that the "safe" choice was the right one. But as Mike’s hand tightened in her hair and his voice commanded her surrender, the lie she had lived for a decade finally crumbled.

’I was wrong,’ she thought, her eyes glazing with a mix of fear and overwhelming desire. ’Stanley is the calm, but Mikey... Mikey is the storm.’

’And God help me, I’ve been waiting for the storm my entire life.’

The realization hit her with the force of a physical blow because she wasn’t just being "selfish" for one night. She was finally coming home to the person she had always secretly belonged to.

The realization of her own desire seemed to embolden Ellie, a flicker of her old spirit sparking even as she felt herself sinking into the submissive role Mike was carving out for her. She let out a shaky, breathless laugh, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of vulnerability and defiance.

"You think you know me so well?" she whispered, her voice trembling but gaining strength.

She leaned her forehead against his, her massive breasts heaving against his chest. "You talk about me being a ’saint,’ Mikey, but you don’t even know the half of it."

Ellie was trying to challenge him right now because she was curious how would he react, and of course, she was anticipating something hard and rough. "You talk about me being ’used’... but you have no idea how much has been left untouched."

She swallowed hard, the confession feeling like a heavy weight being lifted. "Stanley... he’s so focused on the ’sanctity’ of the future."

"He’s so obsessed with the idea of the perfect, traditional progression."

"We’ve been together for years, Mikey, and he’s... he’s kept me waiting."

"He wants the grand gesture, the wedding, the ’right’ moment."

"He treats my body like a prize he’s saving for a trophy ceremony. To him, sex is a milestone to be checked off a list of achievements."

"He hasn’t even... he hasn’t even touched me the way a man should."

"I’m still... I’m still a virgin, Mikey. All this time, in this big, beautiful house, I’ve been a virgin for years."

A heavy silence fell for a heartbeat, and then, a sound erupted from Mike that made her eyes widen. It wasn’t a sympathetic sound, but it was a loud, raucous, and utterly mocking laugh.

"No fucking way!" Mike barked, his head tilting back as he laughed, the sound filled with genuine, incredulous amusement.

"Are you serious? The great Stanley? The man with the five-year plan and the impeccable credit score?"

"Hahh... No shit, sherlock." Mike facepalms. "You don’t have to tell me that because I fucking know just the way you act with him."

He shook his head, his eyes bright with a cruel, playful hilarity as he looked back at her. "But still... God, that is fucking pathetic!"

"He’s sitting there, probably calculating the return on investment for his next promotion, while he has a woman like you waiting in the wings, akin to a goddamn unread book."

"He’s so terrified of losing control, so obsessed with doing everything ’right,’ that he’s actually missing the entire point of being alive!"

He leaned in closer, his laughter dying down into a dark, teasing grin. "He’s a coward, Ellie."

"A well-dressed, highly successful coward."

"He’s saving the ’best part’ for a wedding day that’s probably years away, while you’re here, starving, right in front of him."

"He’s treating you like a delicate antique instead of a woman with needs."

"And I do think all men who act like that probably felt insecure with their cock size... bet it’s so limpy."