Dawn
He places his free hand on my face and softly squeezes my cheeks, making my lips out. His actions are so unpredictable. I thought he would instantly kiss me senselessly against the bathroom wall and leave me gasping for more air.
“You will have to earn that kiss, princess. Beg a little, and maybe you will get what you are wishing for.” His soft bass is like a soft caress to my ears. His face is now inches from mine, and when I squirm trying to get close. The hold he has on my hands gets tighter, and he pulls his body backward, adding some distance between our lips. I feel so tiny standing in front of this mountain of a man with such a well-defined body.
He has eight packs, eight. Just how much workout does he do to achieve all that?
“All you have to do is beg. Tell me you wan
