(A/N: smut ahead, watch it pure people... if there's any around here).
Jenna's POV:
As he kept on apologizing, I couldn't help but want to speak the truth all at once.
The thing is, I don't want him to be tender, I don't want him to go slow, I want the ache I've been feeling for the past five years to go away.
"I just want you to f**k me like you hate me, caro", I heard my inner slut say, clearly having no idea how literal he'd take it.
With that, the restrain he once had snapped in half tuning into nonexistent ash.
I felt him pin my hands down above my head and hold my neck in a tight grip, giving me an unsettlingly mischievous smirk.
'Now we're talking' my inner w***e smirked.
Bringing our lips together into a brutally harsh make out session, I felt the hand on my neck tighten,
