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“Tatiana.” His voice was strained. “Why are you still standing here?”
“I’m not. I’m clearly leaving if you’d give me a second.”
He gave me a lot more than that. Then he gripped my waist.
“I’m heading toward the door at this very moment,” I said.
“I can see that.” He tightened his grip. “Now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
His lips curved into a smirk, and he lowered his voice. “It’s a shame to see that you still struggle with knowing what’s best for you.”
“It’s never shameful to grow up and learn from a huge relationship mistake.”
“That’s what I was to you?” He didn’t look the slightest bit convinced. “Amistake?”
“Biggest one I ever made.” I swallowed. “And the moment I’m done faking this relationship, I’ll take great pride in erasingthisone.”
“Then I guess we should make the next several minutes memorable.” He pressed his lips against mine and trapped me in a tight hold, sentencing my lies to a long, unrelenting kiss.
Sliding a hand under my dress, he yanked off my panties.
As they fell to the floor, he smacked my ass, and I yelped so loudly that I knew whoever was on the other side of the door heard me.
“Are you fakingthis?” he hissed against my mouth, still punishing me with his kiss.
“Yes.” I lied. “I’m fucking faking it.”
He spun me around to face the oversized window and bent me over.
Grabbing the hem of my dress, he pushed it up to my stomach.
“Don’t move.” He wedged his foot between my legs, forcing me to spread wider for him.
I slid my fingers under the frame of the washing machine to keep my balance, but he slapped my ass again. Much harder this time.
“I said,don’t move,” he warned.
Remaining still, I shut my eyes and listened as he unbuckled his pants behind me. The sound of him unwrapping a condom followed, and within seconds, I felt him pressing his sheathed cock against my clit.
He didn’t give me a chance to anticipate him fucking me, though.
He slid into me all at once, his huge cock stretching me deep. Then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back.
“Fuckkk!” I screamed. “I hate you…”
He thrust in and out of me without mercy, keeping his firm grip on my hair.
I had no choice but to grab onto the washing machine now; I’d accept any further punishment.
“Tell me that you hate me again,” he said, pounding me harder.
“I hate you.” I rasped. “I fucking hate you.”
“You fuckingmissed me…” He bit my shoulder, picking up the tempo. “Say you missed me.”
“Yesssss.” I moaned.
