"Can’t wait any more". He said to her hoarsely, she turned her head and avoided his kiss, but failed, His breath was burning against her cheeks, his hot breath once she liked it so much.
“You’re not willing to, m'I, right? Don’t worry, I know what you want. You’ll be begging me to satisfy you later, I'm pretty sure, you’re just a flighty b*tch,” He cursed her bitterly.
Suddenly, he felt something sharp against his waist, with a slightly cold sensation, he was surprised at what happened to his waist.
He sat straight and tried to look at his waist then he looked at her. She held a small knife that she kept for self-defence, with this small knife she protect herself. The sharp tip of the blade was already against his abdomen, he was in bitter pain at that time.
“Ishla, you kept a knife on
