CINDY CRUZ
He dragged me by my waist pushed me against the car and leaned into me. His face was just a little inches away from mine. He had that murderous look on his face but his composure was the most prominent thing at the moment. He didn't shake nor did it show in his features. He brushed his fingers along my chest up to my neck and gripped it instantly making me choke on my saliva. And then he stared at my lips and in my eyes. Back to my lips and then in my eyes.
Suddenly, he swiped his index finger across my lips. And he whispered,
"You don't want to get me mad, you know."
I tried to speak but his cologne filled my nose. It filled my senses that I couldn't speak well. I suddenly felt some wetness in between my thighs. I tried to keep my hands to myself and I don't know what el
