His stared at me intensely, his green eyes turning dark as he slammed his lips on mine. The force caused my head to hit the wall. He wasn’t kissing me. He was punishing me. I closed my mouth and prevented him from invading with his tongue when he still persisted, I hit his broad chest with my fist. He wasn’t going to use me like yesterday and throw me away after. I twisted my head trying to escape his punishing kiss. His hand grabbed both my wrists and pinned them to the wall above me as his other hand grabbed my nape and forced my mouth open. He dove in, dominating me. I attempted to push him out with my tongue but to no avail. He pushed and conquered like he owned my mouth. Like he knew every corner. My first kiss had been at a party in middle school, where we played spin the bottle and
