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I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. This can’t be happening right now. Yet when I open my eyes, he’s still standing there, braced against the door to the bathroom, which means there’s nowhere out of here unless I walk right up to him.
He notices where my gaze landed and without saying a word, he moves his hand and locks the bathroom door before smirking at me. A second later, he pushes off the door and stalks toward me like a lion ready to devour its prey. Now my heart is racing for an entirely different reason.
“Wha-what are you doing here?” I stammer out.
“Don’t say a fucking word. With the way I’m feeling right now, I’ll just fucking tan your ass for saying the wrong shit to me,” he says gruffly, like he’s barely holding on to his anger.
“How did you even find me?” I question because screw him and his threats. He doesn’t say a word. He just grabs my jaw with one of his hands to shut me up.
“I said not another word!” he hisses before moving his hand to the back of my neck and turning me around to face the mirror again. The hand behind my neck moves slowly to the front as he grabs my neck there. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds me there, keeping me in place.
I watch transfixed as he moves my head to the side, exposing my neck to him. A moment later, he bends his head down and sucks the skin hard. I cry out before a moan escapes me. Ah fuck, not again!
“No, no, no! We’re not doing this again!” I hiss at him. He tightens his hold on my neck.
“You’re not running the show here, baby, I am,” he growls.
“But—” I start but he cuts me off.
“No buts. You’re going to be my good little slut and give me that pussy, aren’t you?” he asks smugly.
“I can’t. I-I—” I stammer because his other hand just went down between my legs and now, he’s cupping my pussy. “I have to get back to my date,” I finally manage to say through clenched teeth. I don’t want him to know how good this feels right now. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“The one I told you never to see again?” he questions with an edge to his voice.
“I can do whatever the hell I want. We’re not together!” I hiss at him.
“I didn’t fucking ask if we’re together,” he tells me just as he gives my pussy a hard squeeze and I cry out in both pain and pleasure.
“What the hell do you want from me? Are you bipolar or something? I’m going to need you to make up your fucking mind. This hot-and-cold shit is getting exhausting!” I hiss at him.
“Did you wear this tight short dress for him? So, he can see it mold to your skin? So, he could look at what’s mine?” he growls in my ear.
“Answer my question!” I snap.
“I don’t know what the fuck I want from you! You have me fucking confused, baby. All I know right now is that I’m going to be the only one to fuck this cunt. Now answer mine,” he demands as he slips his hand inside my panties and rubs my clit.
“Yes. I dressed up for him because I wanted to feel desired. He’s the only one who hasn’t wished me dead, the only one who wants me,” I say, my voice tinged with emotion.
He presses his front against my back, grinding his hot and hard erection against my ass. The contact of it feels good.
“Does this feel like I don’t want you, my little slut?” he asks in a husky voice.
“Like you said before, your dick would get hard for any whore, right? So, I’m nothing special since you said you wished I had killed myself when I tried,” I choke out as the pain from his words resurfaces.
“Shhh.”
“Why, it’s the truth, isn’t it? You make me hate you so much and yet here we are again, which just makes me hate myself even more.”
He doesn’t say anything. He spins me around and pushes me down onto my knees. “How about we use that slutty mouth for something besides talking? My balls are aching for you to suck them dry,” he says, smirking. “Open your mouth, baby,” he growls.
“I’m not freaking giving you a blow job in here!” I shriek at him.
“Babe, either you give me one or I’m fucking taking it. Be glad I’m not spanking that ass because you’re out with another man. Matter of fact, it’s not totally off the table yet,” he tells me, smirking.
Realizing that I don’t have to listen to him, I start to get up, but he puts his hand on my shoulder to keep me in place. Then he grabs my jaw and squeezes a little until my mouth opens for him.
He bends down a little. “You’re about to give me the sloppiest blow job you’ve ever given me.” Without warning, he spits in my mouth, and then he unzips his pants. I just stare at him while still on my knees, mouth open and filled with spit. What the hell just happened?
