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He grabs my hair, and I flinch at the initial pull, but he winds it around his fist and the burn against my scalp lessens into a tug that is as hot as it is dominant.
There’s something hot and dangerous simmering in this room, and it’s not the furnace. The energy between us is combustible.
He licks my lips, and I part them. His tongue in my mouth is forceful, and he tastes of whisky and violence.
I swallow it all down and pull him in for more. He is full of resentment, and I am full of vehemence, and when they meet, they create a white hot mix of explosive potential.
We’re fighting, but we’re also rutting against one another. I pull my mouth away from his, needing air, and pant as he thrusts his cock against my thigh. There’s no finesse here, no foreplay—not that I need it.
“Are you on the pill?” he demands.
“The implant, but put a condom on.”
I know he’s a sex god on campus, and I want to protect my health.
“I don’t have any.”
“Then we can’t do this,” I say, shaking my head.
“I’m clean,” he says.
“Oh, Dom. You lie as easily as you breathe. Do you expect me to believe you?”
Then I remember. “My purse,” I gasp as he rubs the head of his cock right over my aching clit.
“What about it?”
“There’s a condom in there.”
He stares at me for a moment, and then with a low snarl he grabs my purse strap and pulls it to him.
“Who the fuck have you been using condoms with?”
“None of your fucking business. I can fuck whoever the hell I like.”
“Not anymore, you can’t. You belong to us now.”
Practically throwing my purse at me, he watches with hooded eyes as I take the condom out.
“Put it on me, Duchess,” he orders.
My fingers are shaking as I reach for him. I can’t resist stroking them around the head, and he hisses when I do. His thick cock twitches, and a pulse of pre-cum pearls at his head.
“Fuck, I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside you,” he says.
I bite the foil and then rip, taking out the condom. When I roll it down his length, he watches, and the dark expression on his face fills me with trepidation.
“Turn around, on your hands and knees,” he orders.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to look at your face when I fuck you.”
“Screw you, Dom.”
He flips me over easily, and I pant as he pushes my face down into the mattress.
“You can still see the side of my face, fucker,” I taunt. I’ve regressed to childish insults now.
