Chapter 152: 152. Let’s Warm Ourselves In This Cabin, Shall We?

Maya looked at Mike, and then her thoughts were full of complaints about the room temperature. ’Hah... how could I not be cold...? The cold winds are blowing through the walls... it’s so cold..."

Mike didn’t wait for her to answer. He stood up from the workbench, his muscular, tanned frame casting a long, intimidating shadow over her in the dim light of the cabin.

He began to move toward her, his steps slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on prey that doesn’t realize the hunt has already begun. "Like what, you say?"

"Well... since the storm outside is so massive, and if this goes on, we might catch a cold in this cabin or maybe worse... freeze to death."

"If we don’t hurry up and get warm, it might get bad, y’know~?" Mike grinned.

Maya’s eyes widened. That sharp, observant intellect of hers finally caught the predatory glint in his eyes, and a primal instinct told her to move.

"D-don’t joke around at a time like this...!" She stepped back, her breath hitching in her throat, until the rough, cold wood of the cabin wall pressed against her spine, but she was trapped.

"It’s freezing, Maya," Mike murmured, his voice dropping to a low, velvety register that vibrated in the small space. "Aren’t you trembling with cold here?"

He reached out, his large, warm hand closing around hers. His grip was firm, almost possessive.

"M-Mike...! Stop it..."

"We can’t just sit here shivering," Mike caresses her hands. "We need to stay warm, so I have an idea where we need to... use each other."

Before she could process the weight of his words, he stepped into her personal space, closing the gap entirely. He wrapped his powerful arms around her, pulling her soft, curvaceous body against his hard, muscular chest.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Let’s just let the heat from our bodies do the work."

"Just you and me, warming each other up until the storm passes..."

"And c’mon now... we’re friends, right? You can warm yourself up here in my body..."

The sudden intimacy, the heat of his body pressing against her massive tits, and the sheer audacity of his tone sent a jolt of panic through her. The "comfort" he offered felt suffocating, heavy with a lust she wasn’t ready for.

"It’s warm, isn’t it...?"

"Wait, Mike!" Maya gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs. "What are you—?"

As he pressed his hips closer to hers, she felt the unmistakable hardness of him against her thigh. The realization hit her like a physical blow.

This wasn’t a friend offering comfort; this was a man looking to devour her.

"G-get away from me!" Maya screamed, the sound echoing sharply against the corrugated roof.

She brought her hands up, shoving against his broad shoulders with all the strength she could muster. "Mike, stop! Get off!"

She managed to push him back a few inches, her chest heaving, her long brown hair disheveled, and her eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and sudden terror. She looked at him, expecting to see an apology or a sheepish grin of embarrassment, but she was met with something far more dangerous.

Mike didn’t look embarrassed. He didn’t even look surprised. A dark, hungry smirk spread across his face, his red hair catching the dim light as he watched her struggle.

"C’mon... don’t be so rough~! You know how cold it is, right?" Mike grinned. "If we don’t warm up properly... it’ll be bad."

The mask of the "helpful friend" had completely slipped, revealing the dominant, perverted predator underneath. He liked the resistance; it only made the thought of breaking her more delicious.

"Please...! Have some distance...!" Maya screamed at him, hoping that Marc could hear her. "We only met for one week, and you’re being... weird!" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Mike didn’t recoil from her scream; he thrived on it. To him, her panic was nothing more than the frantic fluttering of a bird before it’s crushed in a fist.

He loved the moment, the way her sharp mind was finally catching up to the danger and the way her body reacted to his dominance. "You’re so mean, Maya."

"And come on~! Don’t be silly, Maya," Mike said, his voice devoid of the warmth he had faked moments ago.

It was now deep, commanding, and laced with a terrifying confidence. He began to advance again, stepping into her space as if her protest meant nothing.

"You’re shivering, and that means for a human that you’re feeling cold." Mike keeps getting closer. "You’re acting like this is something wrong, but we both know what we need right now."

"You need the heat. You need me, who can produce heat, and even better... WE can produce our own heat."

Maya tried to sidestep him, her eyes darting toward the door, but Mike was faster. He was a man built for pursuit.

As she tried to duck away, he lunged forward, his large, tanned hands clamping onto her shoulders like iron shackles. The sheer strength in his grip made her gasp, pinning her firmly against the wooden wall once more.

"That’s why... just bear with it for a while, okay?" Mike smiled at her.

"Mike, stop it! You’re being crazy!" she cried out, her voice trembling. "Marc will be here any minute! Just—"

"Marc isn’t here," Mike interrupted, his eyes darkening as he stared down at her beautiful, terrified face. "It’s just us freezing together in the cabin... And you’re not going anywhere."

"I don’t care if I die...! Don’t come near me!"

"You want to die? Well sure, but here I am... still loving life and don’t wanna die, y’know?" Mike used all the reverse logic on her.

With a sudden, powerful movement, Mike used his weight to drive her downward. He didn’t let go of her shoulders, forcing her to descend until her knees hit the dusty floor of the cabin.

Before she could scramble backward or try to crawl away, he was over her, his massive, muscular frame looming like a mountain, effectively pinning her to the floorboards. She was completely trapped; there was no room to dodge, no way to maneuver around his bulk.

"Even though I feel sorry for Marc... but this is just two people trying to help each other, right?" Mike smiled. "That’s what friends made up for..."

"Let—let go of me! Mike, please!" Maya struggled, her hands pushing fruitlessly against his rock-hard chest, her breath coming in short, panicked sobs. ’Gross! He’s lying again...!’

"MIKE!"

But Mike was done with talking. He wanted to feel her.

He reached down, his large hands sliding from her shoulders down to her chest. He didn’t hesitate, his fingers digging deep into the soft, heavy flesh of her massive tits.

"Haa...! W-where are you touching...!?"

He gripped them with a brutal, possessive force, squeezing the mounds of her breasts as if he were trying to claim them as his own territory.

"Ah!" Maya let out a sharp, strangled cry, a mix of shock and a sensation she couldn’t quite name.

The sensation of his rough, tanned skin against her sensitive breasts was overwhelming. She arched her back, trying to pull away from the intense pressure of his grip, her long brown hair splaying out across the floor like a halo of silk.

"See?" Mike growled, his eyes fixed on the way her breasts spilled over his hands, his thumbs raking over her nipples through her light jacket. "You’re already reacting."

"You can pretend to fight me all you want, Maya, but your body knows exactly what’s happening."

"You’re mine tonight, and it seems like your clothes are in the way, right?" Mike stared at her dead in the eyes. "Skin contact to warm each other up is common rainstorm knowledge, isn’t it...?"

"You... stop joking around right n—"

Mike’s patience was wearing thin, and his hunger was only growing. He didn’t care about her protests or her tears; he only cared about the sensation of her skin.

With a rough, impatient movement, he began to strip her of her light jacket. He didn’t bother being gentle; he tugged and pulled at the fabric until it was discarded, thrown carelessly across the dusty cabin floor like a piece of trash.

"That’s the first piece removed..." Mike chuckled.