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Fuck. You and your big fucking mouth.
“Off, then,” he says.
What the hell is he talking ab—
Owen serves up a heap of steaming indignity with a side order of fabric burn as he rips my underwear down my butt. With his feet and legs between mine, there’s no chance of me closing my thighs before my panties are bunched around my knees.
He ignores my indignant gasp, but from the soft growl he lets out, I’m guessing that’s because he’s too busy staring at my ass.
I don’t know if it’s the yellow polka dots that he finds so insulting to his senses or what, but for some reason he feels the need to use his shoe to shove my panties all the way to the ground. Where he promptly stands on them with both feet.
I’ve never experienced anything as offensive in my life. That he’d so casually desecrate my undies puts a fucking pit in my stomach.
You’re not dealing with some arrogant dick. This guy has issues.
Owen forces my legs further apart, until I can feel air circulating lewdly between my legs. Heat crawls up my neck, blooming roses on my cheeks. He massages my ass again, his fingers inching ever closer to my tingling pussy.
I don’t know what I’ll do if he touches me. Scream? Moan?
For some reason, I’m desperate to find out.
“Stop,” I whisper frantically, my mind reeling with confusion. “Owen, please, sto—”
His first slap is light, almost playful. The next few aren’t.
I start off yelping like a small animal caught in a trap—which I am. Then I’m gasping like a hooked fish—which is exactly what I feel like.
The worst part—theabsoluteworst part—is that every slap Owen delivers sends a hard clenching ache through my core. When he stops for breath, or maybe to work out a kink in his arm—who the fuck knows—my body cringes in relief from the onslaught.
But my pussy clenches… and I drip right onto his fucking shoes.
I whimper with shame, my eyes squeezing shut.
Owen makes a sound that’s half growl, half purr. “Jesus, Evie,” he whispers, trailing his fingertips down the curve of my ass, heading straight for my soaked pussy. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Yet?
My clit’s already throbbing, my core clutching at nothing. Another pulse goes through me, and more arousal trickles down the inside of my thigh. My eyes squeeze tears onto my lashes as I bow my head, a sob building inside my chest. I’m so desperate to keep it inside that I stop moving, stop breathing, stopliving.
But just for a second.
Because then Owen leans in and kisses the side of my mouth.
