Golden boy

Ronnie's point of view:

In Derek's room, I could hear a pin drop.

The atmosphere was so quiet that my loud breathing and the squeaking of the bed seemed to be the only sounds in the room.

Derek was lying on the bed, staring up at me as I straddled his body.

My hands were wrapped tightly around his neck, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my face.

Derek grinned up at me, his teeth showing in a mischievous smile.

I was threatening him, demanding that he hand over my panties.

"Hand over my panties or I'll fucking kill you," I warned him.

Derek replied coolly, "I told you, I don't have them."

Frustrated, I increased the pressure on his neck and glared at him with hard, set eyes.

"You wanna die? I know you're with them. Perhaps you don't like breathing."

But Derek found it all amusing.

"I'd rather be strangled by my sister than another woman," he quipped.

"You're unbelievable," I spat at him, disgusted by his perverted behavior.

Derek continued to push my buttons. "You'r