When he lets go of me, I’m finally able to catch my breath.
“ I hate you.” I say in between breaths.
He grabs me by the throat and turn me around, pressing down my nape. My cheeks were flat against the mattress.
“You’re begging to be punished. Hating your god? ”
“f**k you.”
“With pleasure.” He smirks at me with lustful eyes. I’m sure mine weren’t any different.
I felt used and insulted but I still wanted more of him.
I’m screwed.
His knees comes to grab my hips, trapping me beneath him. He restrained me as I thrashed beneath him. He’s shirt comes off and is tossed somewhere on the floor. I really don’t care. His dominance was doing things to my body. I liked those things. His other hand began to unbuckle his jeans, yanking it down and leaving it beneath his butt. My eyes widened.
