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"Oh, sweet angel, I think you care so much you don't know what to do with yourself."
He catches my mouth with his before I can move. His lips cool against mine, are a contrast to the way he’s kissing me. Like he has a raging inferno inside him, driving each kiss deeper, as if he wants that same inferno to consume me, too, and suddenly I'm melting into him. Gasping for breath against his mouth as it ravages me, his hand still strong against my neck. That only cripples me with the knowledge that somewhere, inside, I trust him. I wouldn’t let him control my breath if I didn’t. Or maybe it’s just because I want him. I want him so much. The memory of him inside me last night draws a moan from me.
"Kylian..."
"Shhhh," he murmurs against my lips and then, with just his hand around my neck, yanks me away from the wall. He kisses me again so roughly, my lips feel like they’re on fire. “I'm going to show you, right now, that there's no other pussy I want to be in but yours."
"Please..." the plea trips over my lips before I can stop it.
His hands grasp my hips and wrench me toward him, his hands sliding down my back and over my ass as he devours my mouth. Somewhere in there, he lifts the T-shirt up over my ass, grabbing at my flesh, moaning his arousal.
Then I’m spun around, pushed against the wall as he cups my ass again, then, without warning, his hand comes down to slap across my right ass cheek.
I gasp and exhale at once, my brain short-circuiting from what’s happening. One thing stands out though, my ass is fucking stinging. And I want more.
"You have been such a little brat today, haven't you?" he growls, as he grips my smarting ass so hard, I can’t think about anything but his hands on me.
I don't answer, just let him push my legs apart with his bare foot as his hand comes down again across my ass cheek.
"Ohhh…" I moan, as it stings, heightening every single sensation I’m experiencing.
"I said, you've been such a brat today, haven't you, angel? Answer me, or else I'm going to spank you again."
I brace against the wall, resting my head against my forearms as I feel two fingers ram inside me.
"Oh god..."
"I think you like those spanks, why else would you be so wet, Angel?"
"Fuck you, Kylian.”
"Oh, sweet girl, no, I'm the one who is going to be doing the fucking. Fuck you until every single last doubt about you and me is rammed out of your head." His hand comes down over my ass, making me feel things I never imagine I would. "You didn't answer me. Haven't you been such a little brat?"
I shake my head. Less because I don't think I have and almost wholly because I want him to spank me again. I’m already addicted to the way it hurts, making me more aware of my body that ever before. More. More of the spanks, more of his fingers inside me, more of him. I want all of him. Everything he has. The sweet, thoughtful, golden boy who washes my hair and adjusts my car seat and this dominant, demanding fucker who angers me and then soothes that fury with the way he touches me. I want it all. Every facet of him. Dark, light, and shadow.
"Maybe I've been a brat because you've made me," I finally say.
There's a little rumble from his chest and then his large hand lands two hard slaps right after each other across my ass cheek.
"Ohhh. Fuck."
His fingers spread inside me stretching me, getting me ready for his cock. I push back, waiting for him to punish me with his cock, but out of nowhere, he pulls out, and then there's nothing.
No more spanks, no more fingers inside my pussy, no feeling of him pressing up against me
Nothing.
"Turn around."
When I do, he's standing three feet away, arms folded, his eyes dark, fury swirling inside them. I've never seen him like this.
And it scares me. I wonder that I might’ve done something wrong.
"Tell me, why did you run out of my apartment?" he asks, his voice hard, controlled. “I want to hear you say it.”
My top row of teeth bites down on my lip until I can taste the tang of blood. "That woman..." Is he really going to make me say it?
"What about her?"
